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He raises a knowing eyebrow, and I fold, following up on my answer. “Sore but good.”
Gabe lets go of my hand and pushes up on his elbows. The sun shining in from the sliver in the curtains creating a halo around the top of his head. He looks like a dark angel born of sin, and I swear it should be illegal for a man to look as good as he does in the morning.
His muscles flex with the movement as he gets comfortable, his eyes staying on mine while he does. He reaches up and cups my jaw, and I lean into his touch, irritation flaring within me for being so needy with this man.
Still, I embrace it — the comfort, the neediness and the rest of all that’s swarming around us. His palm is warm against my cheek, and I swear I can feel his energy roaming over my skin and embedding itself into my flesh.
Although I’ve only been in his company a few times, I can’t help the feeling of safety he emits, nor the fact I both feel like a little girl and a woman in the same breath.
Gabe grins at me, and it’s almost as if he can read my thoughts by how deep-seated it is on his handsome face. He brings my face closer to his, and my heart gallops in my chest at his nearness, our breaths mingling as his words cascade over my lips.
“You know what happens to good girls, Raine; they get rewarded.”
He rolls me underneath him, and I squeal right before his mouth crashes to mine. Moaning into his mouth, my hands roam over his naked back and lower to find he is indeed naked. I knead his ass in my hands, and he chuckles through the kiss before breaking away.
Staring down at me, he says, “Hold that thought, baby.”
He moves down my naked torso and spreads my legs. He stares between my thighs before looking up under heavy lidded eyes. “So fucking wet, and I love this piercing,” he growls, sliding his index finger and middle finger between my folds.
Sitting up on my elbows, I watch in rapture as he continues to toy with my soaking pussy lips before bringing his mouth down and sucking my clit into his mouth.
My back bows off the bed with a moan, and my eyes roll into the back of my head when he slides what feels like three fingers into me easily.
“Fucking hell,” he groans again, his tongue flicking over my pierced hood while his fingers pump inside of me.
Forcing my head back up, I open my eyes and watch that talented muscle in his mouth work me toward climax. Just as I’m panting and about to explode, he pulls away, bites the inside of my thigh and slaps my pussy.
“Holy fuck,” I keen, bringing one of my hands to fist his hair.
Gabe releases my thigh with a pop, and I know there is going to be a hickey there the next time I look. Instead of continuing his mouthy assault on my cunt, he bites my other thigh a few more times while slamming his fingers deep inside of me over and over again.
I cry out, the pleasure and pain mixing in a heady concoction, the wet sounds of my pussy filling the room only enhancing the moment.
Slapping my pussy one more time, Gabe brings his mouth back to my sodden, shuddering pussy and bites my clit before sucking it into his mouth, his eyes on mine the whole time.
I’m in over my head with this man, and I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on before, not that I can recall anyway. Heat thrums through my body, pooling in my belly and moving to my core, and I know I’m seconds away from coming all over his face.
“Oh, fuck me! Yes, Daddy, right there,” I moan, and he smirks up at me before curling his fingers up and hitting that squidgy part inside of me.
My eyes roll back again, but Gabe growls at me, ceasing his movements. “Eyes on me if you want to cum, Sweet Girl.
My lids peel open, and I look down at him, and he recommences his mouth and finger assault on my snatch. I can feel my climax building and building, and I know when I shatter it’s going to leave me wanton and breathless.
Gabe applies more pressure with his fingers as he works them faster inside of me, and when I squirt all over his face and tongue, he snarls like a monster eating his meal. I cum harder than I ever have in my life.
Forcing my eyes to stay on Gabe and his hungry gaze, I shake and thrash under him, screaming out his name while I shudder through the aftershocks of my orgasm.
Gabe languidly licks at my pussy, making sure he gets every last drop. My hips buck off the bed, too sensitive after what he just did to me, and when he sits on his heels, his face dripping with my orgasm, I feel that needy feeling build right the fuck up again when I catch sight of his impressive length.
I run my tongue along the bottom pillow of my lip, drawing it into my mouth while I stare down at his cock. If dicks could be made perfectly, Gabe’s would be it.
“So fucking perfect, baby,” he growls, watching me. “You look so beautiful, shattering under my tongue and fingers. But now, you’re going to cum all over my cock like a good girl, aren’t you.” He phrases it as a statement, and I’m all too willing to oblige.
I nod stupidly, and he leans forward, his lips clashing with mine, and I can taste myself on them as he thrusts his tongue inside my mouth. It’s beyond hot, and it’s in this moment that I know this man is trouble for me, but I don’t care because it’s the first time in a long time that I feel cherished and alive.
Gabe parts my legs with his knees, breaks our kiss and sits back on his heels. With his eyes still on mine, he slides a couple of fingers inside of me, and I watch in fascination as he pumps them inside of me before taking them out and wrapping them around his cock, my arousal glistening on his fingers.
Palming his length, Gabe slides his fist up and down, dragging it hard but slowly until he reaches the tip. My legs draw closed around him, and he smirks down at me, moving them apart again with his elbows.
