Page 44 of Rescuing Ally: Part 1

Gabe moves in again, stepping between my thighs, his fingers sliding up my legs, palms dragging over my overheated skin. His forehead presses to mine, breath hot, voice lower now, rough with need.

“Say it.” The demand rumbles from his chest. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want me to fuck you.”

“I want this,” I whisper, the words shaky, breathless. “I want you to fuck me.”

“Not good enough.” His hands tighten on my hips, his lips brushing the corner of my mouth but never quite touching. His cock presses against me, hard and demanding. “Beg for it. Beg for me to fuck you.”

I whimper, arching, my fingers curling against his chest. “Please.” My voice trembles, but there’s no hesitation. “Please, fuck me.”

A dark sound rumbles from his chest, approval andsomething more.

His mouth claims mine, firm, possessive, his hands gripping my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the counter.

A sharp snap echoes through the room—Gabe tears open a foil packet. My head tilts slightly, just enough to see the steady precision of his hands as he rolls a condom down his thick length. His fingers shake slightly—not from nerves, but from hunger.

Hank’s voice cuts through the tension, steady and controlled. “Take her slow, Gabe,” he orders. “Drag it out. Make her feel it. Tease her until she hungers.”

Gabe smirks against my lips, shifting forward, the thick head of him pressing against me, rubbing, not entering, just enough friction to make me whimper.

“Please…” I beg, needy, wanton, and desperate.

I shift, trying to pull him in, but his grip tightens.

“Not yet, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his tone full of dark amusement. “Gotta follow orders.”

Heat rolls through me, frustration curling tight in my belly.

Then, Hank touches me.

His lips brush my ear, soft and teasing. “Look at you,” he murmurs, his breath warm against my skin. “Already desperate, and he hasn’t even given you what you need yet.”

His mouth trails lower, kissing down my throat, slow and deliberate. A shudder rolls through me, my head tilting back as my body begs for more.

Gabe chuckles, pressing another slow, teasing stroke against me. I moan, my hands gripping his arms, my body on fire.

“Please…” I shudder, my body tightening in anticipation. “Hank, please let him fuck me.”

“Fuck her,” Hank says. “Fuck our girl.”

Chapter 15

Gabe is there,pressing against me, sliding inside me. My body stretches, burning from the delicious pressure. My hands grip his shoulders, breath catching as he fills me, mind spinning from the raw intensity.

This is real.

I moan, my body trembling, my senses overwhelmed in the best way.

Hank’s voice cuts through the haze, rough and approving. “Look at her, Gabe.” His tone is thick with something unreadable. “Look how well she takes you.”

Gabe groans, his forehead pressing against mine, his body moving in slow, deep strokes that steal my breath.

“She feels incredible,” he mutters, voice ragged. “So damn tight. Hot.”

“Feel Gabe fuck you. Feel his cock sliding into you, filling you.” Hank’s teeth graze my pulse point.

His fingers curl around my jaw, tilting my face toward his, forcing me to meet his gaze.

“Pick up the pace, Gabe,” he commands, his voice like a dark promise. “Show her how we fuck.”

---