“That’s right,” he said darkly. “Say my fucking name. It’s me making you come. And I want you to come again for me.”
I shook my head.
His fingers moved roughly against my clit. I tried to squeeze my legs together, but his body was in the way.
“Yes,” he said. “You’ll come again simply because I demand it. You’re going to know who owns your orgasms. Who owns all of you. Now come.”
I came.
Tears streaked down my face as I shattered violently.
He finally pulled away from me, but only to take off my dress. I was only vaguely aware of him doing so, still feeling the remnants of the orgasms.
I gasped slightly when I felt his rough, callused hands on my skin, electricity buzzing where he had just touched before he grasped both my breasts in his hands, playing with them.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said.
He pushed back from me and started to pull off his clothes.
I could only watch in hunger as he did until finally,finally,he was as naked as me.
He grasped himself, stroking up and down his length harshly.
I licked my lips.
He groaned, moving back between my legs.
We didn’t say anything, nor did we look away from each other as he plunged deep inside me.
I didn’t break eye contact when he started to move in and out at a slow, steady pace at first, before he increased it.
Every single one of my nerve endings seemed to be on fire. Fuck.
“Gabriel,” I said.
He increased the rhythm of his thrusts, becoming more brutal every time he pushed back inside me.
It was almost too much to bear, but I wouldn’t tell him to stop.
I couldn’t.
I wanted more, and more, and more.
Just more.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and pulled on it.
His thrusts became fast and shallow, then long and deep andhard, before he went back to fast and shallow, and I didn’t know which I liked more.
Hell.
I closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck.
He continued to fuck me… tomake loveto me.
My orgasm came out of nowhere.
There was no prompting from him.