Chapter 27
TWENTY-SEVEN
IN THE MOONLIGHT
Gabe
Adrienne is so tight like this, with her legs bound together, that it feels like my cock can’t even fit.
It’s so good and too much, all at the same time.
No one does it for me like she does and no one would let me, let alone, encourage me to fuck out my feelings after I tell them that my wife’s been dead for a long time but being in my hometown is fucking me up in the head.
I thrust into her sweet cunt once, twice, before I bury myself deep, as deep as I can possibly go inside of her, and groan into the sweet smell of her dark hair as she rips my orgasm from me.
Our harsh breathing is the only sound outside the tavern besides the music bleeding out through the doors.
I press my mouth to the side of her neck and breathe in more of the scent that I can never get enough of and let my softening dick slide out of her before I tuck myself back into my jeans.
I silently groan at the sight of my cum slipping out of her pussy.
I pull her panties up to keep me with her longer, then let her skirt slide down to cover her gorgeous ass.
I fill my lungs with air so thick with heat and humidity you can chew it and take her small hand in mine, feeling the callouses that are similar to the ones on my own hands, and I lead her around to the passenger side of the car.
This woman knows hard work and is about as far from the spoiled brat I had originally accused her of being.
The tension in the car is thick enough to cut with a knife as we ride silently back to the hotel.
It feels so weird being back here with her.
Sure, it’s work, but this is also my home.
I grew up less than fifty miles from here and our base camp is less than twenty.
It’s fucking with my head having Adrienne so close to Macy’s memories but after showing her all of my cards in the parking lot, I can’t focus on the past. The only thing my brain has room for is Adrienne and my obsession with her.
I pull into the hotel lot and cut the engine.
I climb from the SUV and walk around to the passenger side where she waits for me.
After I pull open her door, I grab her by the waist, pulling her from the vehicle.
She slowly slides down my body until her feet touch the pavement, letting her feel how hard I am for her all over again.
Silently, I hold my hand out for her, and she doesn’t make me wait as she slides her palm to mine and I lead her into the hotel. We walk through the lobby and to the elevator.
My heart races in my chest while we wait for the elevator because this is uncharted territory for me. I haven’t claimed a woman in a long fucking time. The bell chimes as the metal doors open and we step inside.
As soon as the doors close, she leaps into my arms, wrapping her long legs around my waist as she places her hands behind my head and drags my mouth down to hers.
It only takes my brain a second to process the feel of her warm pussy against my dick, the heat of her searing through our clothes, before I take over the kiss.
I lick into her mouth and turn to press her back against the mirrored wall of the elevator, anchoring her so that I can grind my hips against her core.
She pulls her mouth away from mine, gasping as she arches, giving me her neck.
I bite down in the space between her neck and shoulder as I rub against her through her panties.
She moans just as the elevator doors open and thank God there’s no one lingering in the hallway because I couldn’t put her down now if I wanted.
I don’t hesitate to head straight to her door. She slides her room key out of her bag and waves it over the reader on the door. I push the door open and move through the room, listening for the click of the door as it shuts behind us.
Honestly, a terrorist cell could pop up in this hotel suite, and it probably wouldn’t stop me from taking this woman—my woman—right now. That’s how much I want her—how much I need to be inside of her.
I stop next to the bed, sliding my hands from her ass up to her back so that she’ll lower her feet to the floor. As soon as she’s on solid ground, I reach behind me and grab my shirt by the back of the collar and pull it up and over my head, dropping it to the ground.
Her pulse flickers against her neck as she watches me toe off my boots and kick off my socks before unbuckling my leather belt. If she looked down, she’d see that my dick is so hard it’s tenting my jeans.
I unsnap the denim and shove my jeans and my boxer briefs down my legs, letting my thick cock spring free. Adrienne gasps as it bobs between us, but I use her distraction to reach under her short sundress and grab the front of her panties to pull her closer to me.
“Are you ready for me again?” I ask, my voice deep and raspy. She doesn’t answer me out loud but instead, she bites her lip and nods her head. “Good. Can I undress you?”
“Please,” she whispers.
I shove her panties down her legs before I reach for the hem of her dress and savor each inch of skin that it reveals as I raise it up over her head. It gets tossed to the pile of my discarded clothes.
No matter how many times I see her clothed or unclothed, I’ll never get used to how beautiful she is. I hope I never do.
“Are you still with me, Adrienne?”
“Yes,” comes out on a breath.
I lift her by the backs of her thighs and she wraps her legs around my waist again, only this time, there’s nothing standing between her cunt and my cock. And the way she moans at the contact…
I climb onto the bed with her in my arms and gently lay her down on her back.
Her pussy glistens in the dim light. She’s so wet from earlier, soaked.
Dripping. I lean over her and lick her breast, sucking her tight nipple into my mouth as I reach for her, teasing her clit to the sound of her sexy whimpers until she finally lets go and comes on my hand.
Only then do I cover her body with mine and slowly ease my cock into her, working my way in until cum covers my hard length.
“You’re so beautiful,” I whisper, and her eyes round with surprise. Before she can say anything at all, I cover her mouth with mine. She opens for me to lick inside as I gently plunge in and out of her, over and over, rocking us both toward a breaking climax.
She draws her thighs up my back and wraps her arms around me tightly, holding on to me as if she’s afraid to let go. I feel the same way, but I don’t know how to say it.
I want her in a way that says I always will, more than just getting my dick wet. I want her, the woman, not just use of her body, but I don’t know how to let myself have her.
She arches into me and moans against my lips as I move faster, not to fuck her, but to bring her over the edge. I want to worship her in the way that she deserves, not the raw fucking or even the hate fucking we’ve indulged in so far.
“That’s it, baby,” I encourage when I feel her pussy clench and pulsate around me. She’s close. “Come all over me. Drench my cock.”
“Oh god,” she pants.
“Show me how good I make you feel,” I tell her as I thrust deeper, hitting her g-spot. Her nails dig into my back in the way that makes my cock even harder.
“Yes…yes.”
I reach between us and rub her clit with my thumb. “That’s it. Strangle my cock. Show me you know how good it is between us.”
“Gabe—” she moans, barley holding on.
Her orgasm is building so big, so strong, I know it’s going to wreck her. I won’t stop. I don’t let up because as much as it will wreck her, I want her to wreck me too.
“I know, baby. You feel so fucking good.” I drive into her over and over, thumbing her clit with mercenary precision. “I need you to come all over my cock.”
“Please,” she cries out as she comes, squirting all over my cock, driving me wild.
“Oh fuck, that’s it. Make a mess of my cock. Fuck, you feel so good. Don’t stop coming.”
“I can’t,” she cries.
“I can’t stop. I have to come. I can’t stop,” I pant, driving into her again and again as she rips the orgasm from my body and drains me of every last drop of cum—maybe the last of my life. I might be dead but what a way to go.
When I can breathe again, I roll to my side, taking her with me but careful to stay inside of her. I need to keep this connection.
She blinks her beautiful but sleepy eyes and cuddles into my chest like a contented kitten.
“Can you sleep like this?”
“Mhmm,” she whispers before settling in and drifting off.
I hold her in my arms, breathing in the scent of her, of us, before feeling my body relax and drift off to sleep.
I wake sometime in the night, my dick hard and my balls aching, but I’m still buried deep inside of my woman.
She’s sound asleep but her skin is pink and she’s breathing fast. Whatever she’s dreaming about must have woken me.
When I feel her pussy flutter around me, I know that she’ll make me come in her sleep, but I can’t let that happen. I roll us so that she’s on her back with me still inside of her. She pants in her sleep and rocks her hips into mine.
“Adrienne, baby wakeup.” I press kisses to her eyes, her cheeks, her lips—everywhere I can reach. “Wake up, baby. I have to have you. I need you to wake up.”
“Gabe?” she asks when her eyes flutter open, feeling me thick and hard and ready inside of her.
“You were sleeping baby,” I tell her and her eyes go wide and her cheeks pink with embarrassment. “You were riding me in your sleep and now I need you. Can I have you?”
“Yes,” she whispers and it’s like a huge weight has been lifted as I hold her gently in my arms, slowly rocking into her.
She moans as I continue to move over her and inside her. Her body was already primed for me, and I was more than ready for her.
“Yes Gabe. Please,” she pleads. “You can have me. I’m yours.”
“Such a good girl for me,” I praise her as I make love to her.
Before too long her whole body tightens around me and she falls over the edge, pulling me with her. Afterward, I slide out of her and pull her into my arms, her back to my front, and drift off to sleep again.
The morning comes much too soon.