Page 86 of Raine
He looks down and back at me, a grin on his face as he grabs his cock and squeezes, and I swallow hard at the sight.
“Always. Come for a shower with me, baby; I’ll show you just how healthy.”
It would be embarrassing if I gave a fuck to care, but I don’t, so I jump up and basically run to the bathroom, with a laughing Gabe following behind.
He made good on his word; he showed me just how healthy he is and how perfectly I fit and feel wrapped tightly around his cock.
We spend the rest of the day talking, with Gabe handling a couple of things at his warehouse in between and making a couple of Zoom calls, but when night rolls around, our phones are put aside and we are settle in front of the T.V. watching one of my favorite movies of all time. Such a domestic and mundane thing to do, but with Gabe, it’s effortless.
Leaning forward, I watch Mark Wahlberg and his psycho character in Fear, knowing I should have checked myself into a psych ward after I watched this for the first time twelve years ago with Arrow.
I smirk to myself, pushing myself tighter into Gabe’s embrace, his warm, bare chest at my back and his hand wrapped loosely around the silky slip hanging off me.
Sitting between his legs, Gabe’s fingers massage the back of my neck and tangle in my hair. He moves forward, his lips pressed to the shell of my ear as we watch the scene at the carnival.
“You seem rather invested in this movie, Raine?” he leers, and his breath sends a shiver through me. “Did you have a thing for Marky Mark?”
I slap his hand but don’t give him the answer he wants, because, fuck yeah, I had a crush on Mark Wahlberg. Instead I jeer, “Shush, this is the best part.”
“Oh, I know all about this scene. How about we reenact this rollercoaster ride, baby?”
I draw my lip into my mouth and bite down, my eyes riveted to the scene about to unfold. Gabe spreads my legs over his knees, leaving me open and ripe for the taking, exposing my pantiless pussy to the cool air.
His hand lands on my thigh softly, and as Reese Witherspoon grabs Mark Wahlberg’s hand on the screen, I do the same, sliding his hand higher until I cup my hand over his and he glides his finger over my slit.
“Fucking hell, Raine, you’re going to kill me,” he growls as he slips a finger in and starts mimicking the moves from the movie.
The song Wild Horses that’s played in the scene ramps up, as do Gabe’s movements, his thumb finding my clit and rubbing in circles. I’m climbing high like the rollercoaster in the scene, and I grip Gabe’s hand just as Reese does with Mark’s, and I thrust my hips into it, chasing my orgasm.
“That’s it, Sweet Girl, cum all over Daddy’s hand like the dirty little girl you are.”
“Oh god.”
“Not god, baby. You say my name when you cum.”
And I do. I shatter around his fingers with his name leaving my lips like a chant, a mantra that I’d recite daily if it elicited this type of pleasure.
With Fear still on in the background, Gabe lifts my ass and slides inside of me with ease from how wet I am. We both moan in unison as he settles in, then starts to move.
“Play with yourself, Sweet Girl. I want to feel your pussy squeezing my cock.”
Spitting down on my hand, I reach down and smear my saliva over my sex and start to rub my clit with vigor. Gabe pounds into me hard, his thrusts punishing and punching my fucking cervix.
“Oh, fuck.”
“That’s it, baby. I own your pleasure; remember that.”
I mewl, the sound of our skin slapping and jarring my movements as he brings me up and down on his cock faster and harder.
I work harder to keep my fingers in place, my body tightening like an elastic band with the urge to snap when I press down harder on my hood piercing.
Throwing my head back, his mouth finds mine, and he kisses me messily, our tongues licking at each other as he groans into my mouth. Our eyes clash, and something changes in that moment, my tummy drops and I move to look away, breaking our kiss.
Gabe grips my hair and holds me in place, slowing his movements. “Don’t you dare run from me, Raine Voroniva,” he barks, and I swallow harshly against the emotion swelling in my throat.
“Now cum all over my cock so I can fill this pussy with my cum.”
Nodding, I rub frantically, my eyes on his, choosing to ignore the feelings sparking between us both. When I cum, it’s with his name leaving my lips like I’m singing a hymn with him as my savior.
