Page 98 of Plunge into Obsession

That wouldn’t fucking happen.

Not evenel diablocould come between me and what was mine. I would go to hell first.

I grasped one tit tightly in my palm, squeezing as I fucked her harder, faster.

“Gabriel,” she moaned, a small whimper coming out at the end.

I grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged until she looked at me. “Does it hurt?”

She clasped me tighter to her.

“Yes,” she hissed.

I slammed harder into her until my balls slapped against her ass, until my teeth rattled, and I could think about nothing but how it felt to be inside her like this.

“Does it feel good?” I gritted out.

“Yes. Fuck, yes. Gabriel!”

I let go of her tit, reveling in the sight of how red the skin there had gotten from my abuse. I moved my hand down between our bodies, my fingers seeking her swollen clit.

Her chest pushed against me at the first swipe of my fingers over it.

I didn’t stop.

I picked up speed until I fucking knew she was close to coming again.

Sweat gathered between our bodies, and she looked me in the eye when she came.

I pulled out of her, spread her legs wide for me and took in the way her sweet little cunt convulsed as she came. I pressed two fingers over her and massaged the lips, prolonging her orgasm.

She screamed and tried to close her legs and shove me away.

I pressed her down on the bed and kept her still for me.

Tears streamed down the sides of her face, and I fucking knew I’d won when she lay there, spread open, her arms covering her face, a small sob of pleasure moving past her lips as I worked hard to force another orgasm from her.

“Gabriel, please,” she whimpered.

I kissed her. “Shh,mi cariño. I’ve got three weeks to make up for.”

She groaned in protest as I lay on the mattress and hoisted her up so she was straddling me.

She looked down at me with equal passion and horror as she realized what I wanted her to do.

“Ride me, baby girl.”

She shook her head.

I lifted her hips up and pinched her clit. “Oh, yes, baby. You can.”

She lifted and let me direct the head of my cock to her entrance. She slammed down on top of me, and we both groaned at the same time.

I pressed my thumb against her clit and her back arched, moving her toward me, creating more friction between us and driving me insane.

She moved her hips in a disjointed, fragmented rhythm that told me she might not have been a virgin when we met, but this—her on top—was something new to her.

And how fucking badly I wanted to be the one to teach her.

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