Page 32 of Abel

Pure lavender with a touch of something else.

Placing it back down, I continue down the hall.

Something up ahead, draped over the fake potted plant near my office door, I see that beautiful skirt of hers waiting there for me. Picking it up, I bring it to my nose, burying my face into thethin layer of fabric that covered her pussy. “I can smell how wet you are, Ivy.”

Just as I’m about to pass up my office, I see a fragment of movement from the corner of my eye. Walking deeper inside, I see her standing in front of the huge bay window I had specially made with a bench for sitting down to read.

The curtain is open allowing light to beam in. It shines down perfectly over her body, making her look like the sweet, little angel she appears to be, standing in her birthday suit, waiting to be caught.

“Looks like you found me.” She says, her voice dripping with lust. “I guess that means you win.” I’m mesmerized as her hips begin to sway from side to side, to a beat only she can hear. Taking a step, I stop for a moment, just to admire her, loving the way she moves.

“Do you know how beautiful you are, Ivy?”

A slow smile spreads on her lips. “The entire time I was with my ex, he’s never told me as many times as you have in a single night, how beautiful I was except the first time we met” she says, stretching her hands to the ceiling, “and again before he broke up with me on Christmas D-”Smashing our lips together because I don’t want to her about her ex, I tell her how I feel.“Fuck him, you’reminenow.” I growl against her lips, hungry for her. Reaching around her, slipping my hands under her ass, I pick her up and walk over to my desk. Using my other hand to pull the chair out, I take a seat with her in my lap, straddling my waist. “Tell me you don’t want me, you don’t want this.”

Her eyes roam over my features, probably committing them to memory before she leaves me here because this isn’t what she wants.

My heart is pounding, there’s a sickening feeling forming in the pit of my stomach, and it’s all thanks tomyex.

She fucked me over by standing me up at my own wedding.

I thought I was over it, and for a long time I was because I never gave a woman the opportunity to shoot me down again. I never disrespected them, but before we got involved with each other for the night, terms were set and agreed upon.

I’ve never brought a woman, that I was getting involved with for the night, to my home. We’ve always rented a room. Before we said our goodbyes for the night, I’d always get them a lift to ensure they made it home safely, whether they wanted it or not. It was part of the agreement.

Ivy is definitely different, and that’s why I’m sitting here, holding my breath, waiting for her answer.

Her hands rest on my shoulders, gently squeezing.

Feeling her way around, she moves them to my face, making me look up at her. Then, she says, “It would be a lie if I said those things.” And then, she kisses me.

I feel her chest pressing against mine as she angles our heads together, deepening the kiss. “Marrone Dolce, I can’t wait any longer.” I whisper, reaching down and unbuttoning my pants. I don’t waste any time trying to slide them down my hips. Freeing myself, I tell her, “Ride me like you rode my bike,Marrone Dolce.”

With her eyes still glued to mine, she lifts up, hovering over my cock in my hand, and says, “I love the way your piercing hits my walls, it's nothing like I’ve ever felt,” she grunts, lowering herself down, “before.”

It’s the best torture I’ve ever felt for the second time tonight as she takes me in. “Abel.” She moans, rotating her hips once the tip slips past her entrance. “It feels good this way.”

“Marrone Dolce, please don’t tell me you’ve never ridden a dick before.” I ask, hoping I don’t offend her. Her cheeks turn red as she takes her bottom lip between her teeth, nibbling. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m glad I’m your first.”

“Me, too. Be patient with me, I have no idea what I’m doing.” She whispers.

“Do what feels good for you.” I encourage her. I’m not a man all about getting mine first. “I want you to enjoy yourself, and if I have to help you along the way, so be it.” She silently nods, sinking down some more.

“Are you all the way in yet?” She asks, nibbling on that bottom lip again.

“Not even halfway,Marrone Dolce.” She visibly groans. “I know you can take me this way. If it gets to be too much, tell me and we’ll stop.”

Gripping the back of my chair, lifting herself up, she looks me square in the eyes, and says, “Grandma didn’t raise no punk.” This time, instead of going slow, feeling the pain all at once, she slams down on top of me until I’m all the way in. “Abel!”

“I know,bellissima, fuck do I know.” I groan, loving the way she feels, until she starts to fucking move. Rotating her hips from side to side, she’s driving me insane without even knowing it. “Just like fucking that,Marrone Dolce. Fuck me.” I growl, sending her into overdrive.

She moves her hands to my face, pulling me in for a kiss. She finds a rhythm that feels good for her, little does she know how amazing it feels to me.

“Abel.” She moans. “I’m close. So fucking close.”

“That’s it. Find it, chase that feeling that’s blooming in the pit of your belly. Tell me when you have it.”

Her hands land back on my shoulders as she rocks her hips back and forth, sinking on my cock before she lifts and slams back down. I feel when she finds it. “There. It’s right there.” She groans as the first wave of her orgasm starts to take over.

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