Page 14 of Naughty All the Way

“Motherfucker,” he says, and then his whole body tenses for one second before he releases.

I take it all as his cock spasms in my mouth, and when he’s done, I swallow and sit up.

His face is resplendent as he looks at me. “Holy shit, I think I’m in love,” he says.

I laugh and pretend to dust off my shoulders. “Well, I, too, give good head.”

His expression darkens into pure sin before he flips us, pinning me on my back and nuzzling below my ear. “That you do,” he says, his voice deep. Then he bites my neck as he pushes his fingers into me.

I moan, twin sensations of pain and pleasure rippling through my body. “Harder,” I say.

He obeys, sending shockwaves through me. His thumb presses onto my clit as his fingers work me, and my hips lift off the mattress.

“Since I need to keep myself occupied for a few minutes,” he says, scraping his teeth down my neck to my breast, “I think I’ve got more work to do.” His teeth clamp around my nipple.

“Yes,” I say, my eyes rolling back in my head as I push my hands into his hair and yank tight.

He moans, telling me he likes it. He feels so good on top of me, the heat and weight of him, the confidence he exudes as he explores my body. He palms my pussy, gripping it hard as his mouth descends on mine, swallowing my moan as I rock my hips into his hand.

“Tell me, Kayla,” he says, his voice deep as his eyes pierce into me. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

I nod. I’m more than ready—I’m desperate, on the edge and needing his cock more than I need air. “Now,” I say.

He rolls off the bed to rifle through his duffel and reappears quickly, tossing condoms onto the bedside table and ripping a foil open with his teeth. “Don’t read anything into it,” he commands, probably seeing the question on my face of why so many condoms. “It’s just something I’ve always done. Over-prepared and all that.”

I grin. “I’m a fan of being prepared.”

He rolls the condom on and is back over me in a flash, spearing his hand into the hair at the nape of my neck and claiming my mouth in a ruthless kiss. He kisses me breathless, and when he rips his mouth away, irises blown, he commands, “Get up.”

He’s off the bed in an instant, and I follow. It’s the first time we’ve stood together, and I can see just how tall he is. “Against the glass,” he says. “I want to see the outline of your tits in the morning.”

I walk to the sliding glass door and move the curtain aside.

“No, Kayla,” he growls. “Like this.”

He yanks the curtain to the side and presses the front of my body against the glass. Instantly goosebumps race across my body, but I don’t know if it’s from the chill of the glass or the way his body feels pressed against mine.

“Spread those pretty legs,” he says, moving my hair to the side.

I do as he says, and I can see, just barely, our reflection in the glass. He’s probably half a head taller than me, and his gaze is downright wolfish as he catches my eye in the glass.

He reaches a hand between my legs and feels. “So wet,” he murmurs. “When was the last time you were fucked by someone in their twenties?”

I exhale, my breath fogging the glass. “It’s been a minute.”

He grins wickedly as he positions himself. “Good.” Then he thrusts.

“Oh my god,” I moan. I’m so full as his cock pulses inside of me, filling every bit of me and then some.

“There’s more, Kayla,” he says, pulling out and thrusting in again, going deeper this time.

A deep-throated groan comes out of me as my back bows, and I feel Gabriel’s hands grip my hips.

He pulls out and pushes in again, and again. His strokes are slow and languid, as though he has all night to fuck me. Given his youth, I bet he can do it, too.

“There you go, Kayla. Take my cock.”

I shiver at his words as he takes my hands and raises them above my head, gripping my wrists in one hand while pinching my nipple with the other. I gasp in pleasure, hardly knowing where to focus my attention.

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