Page 15 of Naughty All the Way

Then he’s pulling out and flipping me around, lifting me up. My legs encircle his hips on instinct, and he plunges me down onto his cock.

“Oh god,” I grit out. “So good. Gabriel, so good.” It’s all I can say as he lifts me and lets me drop, swiveling his hips as I dig my heels into the skin above his ass for leverage.

“Tell me you like it,” he demands.

“Your cock is the best thing I’ve ever felt,” I say, the words falling past my lips as my head tips back, the top of my head banging against the glass with every thrust and push.

He steps back and turns us again, sitting on the bed and swinging his legs out so that I can ride him. I readjust myself to straddle his hips, then sink onto him.

“There you go,” he says. “Give me those tits.”

I lean forward into his outstretched hands, letting him hold me up as I ride.

“You’re so fucking tight and hot for me,” he says. “Taking my cock like it’s the best fucking thing you’ve ever had.”

Pleasure thrums through me as our bodies move together. “I’m almost there,” I pant.

He stops, and my eyes pop open. “What are you doing?” I ask.

“No way am I letting you come yet,” he says, a wicked smirk on his face. “We’re just getting started.”

I swivel my hips, but he holds me tight. I squeak in protest, and he lifts me off him.

Unable to decide if I hate him or love him for this, I can only go along with it.

“Lay down,” Gabriel says.

I do, and he settles beside me, propping his head in his hands. He trails a hand lazily around my breasts, then down to my stomach and further, dipping a finger into my center and bringing it up to circle my clit.

“You’re not playing fair,” I whine.

“Who said anything about fair?” he counters, dipping his head to kiss me while his hand plays with my pussy.

I reach for his cock, then scowl when I realize it’s sheathed. I wrap my hand around it anyway, unused to the feel but eager to put him through the same torture as me.

He chuckles darkly. “I can do this all night, sweetheart. In my twenties, remember?”

I grin. “You’re cocky.”

“I don’t hear you complaining.”

“I don’t know if I can take it,” I admit, my hips greedily chasing his fingers as if my very life depended on it. “I need it, Gabriel. I need your cock. Give it back.Please.”

He leans back, taking his hand with him. “I don’t know,” he teases. “Seems you don’t want it that bad.”

I growl. “Gabriel.”

He smiles playfully, but positions himself between my legs, his cock nudging at my entrance. “Are you sure? Because we could draw this ou?—”

I yank his mouth to mine and bite his lower lip.

“Ow!”

“Fuck. Me.Now, Gabriel,” I demand between clenched teeth.

“Oh, I like you,” he purrs, then surges into me with a groan. “God, you feel so fucking good, Kayla.”

My soul is on fire. Every bit of me is wide open, drinking in the feel of Gabriel’s body over mine, the way his arms cage my head, the feel of his cock thrusting so deep into me that I’ll never recover. He hikes my legs up over his shoulders and I am bent, utterly given over to him as he rams into me, over and over and over.

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