CHAPTER 22
His Favourite Groupie
Hunter
Stifling a groan, I watched in acute fascination as Gabriela trailed her lips down my body, ruining me one kiss at a time.
My nerve endings were on fire. She paused to nuzzle my stomach muscles and lick the beginning of the serpent tattoo under my right hip bone before she lowered herself to a kneeling position in front of me.
Those blue eyes of hers were packed with zeal as she grasped my dick.
“Is this how all your fangirls show you their appreciation?”
I trembled under her touch. “I’ve never had a girl appreciate me like this.”
Stunned, Gabriela whispered a shell-shocked, “What?”
My face warmed with a blush. In the past, I’d had sex and gone down on women, but no one had ever sucked me off. This was a first. I was glad I saved it for her. “You heard me, Gabby.”
Gratification zinged through her expression and she smiled. Did she like that I’d never received a blow job? And fuck, why was I so excited over her reaction?
“Good. I like that I’m the only one who gets to show you how amazing this will feel.”
When she gave my length a slow pump from root to top, I bit back a moan.
The sight of her ruby red nails wrapped around my cock and the exhales from her lips fanning over my heated skin had me losing my mind.
I flattened my hands against the tiled wall above her head to stop myself from gripping her hair and stuffing her mouth full of my inches.
And while I was a gentleman outside of the bedroom…
Gabriela would soon learn that I was nothing but a dirty motherfucker when it came to delivering and receiving pleasure.
“Stop torturing me and put me in your mouth.”
A sinful glint flashed in her eyes. “Say please like a good boy and I will.”
She threw my own words back at me—the same words I said before kissing her on the dance floor. “Please, baby. I need you so fucking bad.”
My reward was my living fantasy’s tongue skating out to taste my flared head in an experimental lick.
I choked back another moan, ensuring that I didn’t draw unwanted attention towards us in case any passerby lingered outside of the locker room.
Gabriela dipped into my slit to collect the pearly drop of pre-cum with an appreciative hum.
“Mm. I love the feel and taste of you, Hunter.”
A myriad of sensations coursed through me and all she’d done was lick me. Overwhelmed, I screwed my eyes closed. This was what I’d been needing all along. Gabriela. On her knees. Her hands, lips, tongue, all over me.
Clearly not liking that I wasn’t giving her my undivided attention, a small tut rang in the air. “Keep your eyes on me or I will stop, principe.”
Speech failed me. I couldn’t ask her what principe meant. Only obey as I stared down at her with a clenched jaw and water trickling into my eyes, obscuring my vision.
But not enough to avoid witnessing the sheer magnificence that was Gabriela Regina Bellafiore looking half celestial-sent and half Tartarus-risen. An angel and a witch wrapped in a silky red bow. The smug smirk on her lips told me she knew exactly what kind of chokehold she had me in.
“Just like that,” she praised. “And don’t try to be quiet. I want to hear all your sounds. I love your voice, Hunter.”
Then the hot little minx ruined me forever, licking the underside of my cock before sucking more than half of me in one swoop, her hands working in tandem to cover the rest. Fuck, fuck, fuck. “Gabriela.”
When her head started bobbing up and down, I could no longer control the loud groans rumbling out of me.
I nearly went cross-eyed at the pleasurable clutch of her mouth and the way my saliva-coated cock shuttled in and out of those scarlet lips.
Was this really happening? Was the girl of my dreams actually servicing me on her knees?
I threw my head back, pleading, “Keep going. Don’t stop.
Please, please, please. Feels so good. Feels so perfect. You’re perfect.”
I never knew anything could feel so earth-shatteringly right.
Tears rolled down Gabriela’s cheeks, stained black from her mascara. My girth was too thick and my length too long, but she kept going like a trooper, enjoying herself even. As her hand played with my aching balls, I felt the telltale signs of my impending release.
I held back from coming, wanting to prolong it.
Gabriela pulled off my cock with a pop, her gasp echoing loudly over the sound of the rushing water. I almost cursed at being denied my orgasm, but my retort died in my throat when she continued jacking me off. I feared my own fist would never do it for me. Nothing would, except for her.
“Hunter, I want you to fuck my mouth.”
Every line in my body tensed with her demand, my arousal spiking higher. Fuck, I wanted that too. Removing my hands from the wall to frame her face, I gazed down at her in affection. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she insisted, angling her head enough to place a kiss in the middle of my palm, turning me to mush with her gesture.
“I want you to experience this. If it becomes too much for me, I’ll tap your thigh twice.
But I do enjoy being dominated and I’ll love every second of you forcing your cock down my throat like you hate my guts. ”
My nostrils flared and my head spun with the imagery of face-fucking Gabriela.
Her words were like a trigger, causing my fingers to make fast work of removing the tie from her ponytail.
I knuckled handfuls of her red hair and yanked her head back so she was forced to stare into my narrowed eyes, a hot whimper susurrating behind her closed mouth.
“I adore you. Please don’t forget that. Even if I get a little rough, I still respect you.” My next inhale juddered in my chest. “And I swear to stop if it gets too much for you.”
She grinned. “I know, pretty boy.”
With the level of trust established between us, I brought one hand down to cup her chin, gently prying her jaw open by dipping my thumb between the seam of her lips.
She watched my every move with keen interest. I shivered when she flicked her tongue against the pad of my finger.
“You really are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, Gabby. ”
With the submissive way she knelt, her wine-coloured strands tumbling over the swells of her breasts, and the way the water sluiced down her porcelain skin like she was a centerpiece in a fountain, she resembled a venerated goddess.
My goddess of victory.
Tenderly, she cupped my wrist and kissed the web of veins there. “Likewise, Hunter.”
Please, God. Let me have this woman for keeps. I’ll provide her with everything. An abundance of smiles, laughs, happiness, and memories to be cherished until the day we both die.
Fisting my cock, I guided it towards her awaiting mouth. “Take me in, baby. Give me a taste of my sanctuary.”
Gabriela obliged, widening her jaw. I pushed into her, warm wetness encasing me like an aphrodisiac.
Her gaze never once wavered from mine as I pumped my hips, giving her more of my length.
Not a single gag reflex in sight. “Ah, fuckkk,” I spat, so fucking turned on and impressed with her ability to take me with such ease. “You okay?”
She jerked her head in a semblance of a nod, her yes muted by my cock.
Ever so slowly, I withdrew until just my tip was poised on her tongue before rocking back in. I kept the pace steady. Getting us both used to the sensation. Loving the way her lips moulded over my thickness. Shaking from the pleasure building at the base of my spine.
The thoughts in my brain slowly quieted until I was reduced to the singular feeling of her mouth hugging my cock like it was her best fucking friend as I sawed in and out of her.
There was no way I would last longer than a handful of minutes.
Especially when her throat relaxed all the way through, allowing me to slot the last few inches inside of her, my balls resting against her chin and her nose pressed to my pubic bone.
It was obscene how such a small mouth was stuffed full of my fat cock.
The visual and the tiny moans vibrating against my skin destroyed any finesse I had remaining.
Finally, I face-fucked Gabriela.
My hips pounded my cock into her mercilessly. I breathed like a goddamn bull, my fingers digging into her hair like a pair of reins to hold her head in place for my cruel treatment.
God help my little doll because she enjoyed it, despite the tears cascading down her cheeks and the thick stream of saliva pooling down her chin, dripping onto her shaking tits. Gabriela’s nails raked against the muscles of my ass and gripped me tighter, urging me silently to give her more.
I fucking would.
I’d disrespect that mouth like it was a fuck toy until my cum leaked out in a white mess.
And because I was such a good fucking boy, I’d scoop it up with a kiss and spit it right back on her pussy so her tight little hole didn’t feel neglected.
I had a feeling she’d spread her legs wide open to receive my offering.
“You’re a good girl, Gabriela,” I praised on a growl, thrusting like a madman.
“Allowing me to use you like a nasty slut after I scored three touchdowns for you.” Thrust. “Getting down on your knees like a sweet groupie.” Thrust. “Looking like a filthy little doll with your mouth crammed full of cock.” Thrust. “Once I finish coming, I’ll make a meal out of you. ” Thrust. “I fucking promise.”
Gabriela’s eyes rolled back, an approving moan blasting against my length. She wanted me to return the favour. I couldn’t wait. Now that I knew she got off on a combination of praise and degradation, I’d use it to my advantage.
The shower stall resonated with my deep grunts and the glugging noises of my cock sloshing in her mouth, all marrying together with the sound of the water beating down on us.