Chapter 45
GAbrIEL
Cecilia moans against my mouth as I blindly make my way into the kitchen.
The need to claim her, to bury myself inside of her body and mark her as mine rips through me.
I dig my fingers into her skin, pulling her harder against me.
I know I’m being rough, but I can’t fucking control myself.
She was on a date. A fucking date. I swear to god as soon as I find out who that asshole is—
Wyatt. I have his first name.
“Say it,” I demand, my voice rough with need as I lower her onto the kitchen island. The surface is the perfect height, positioning her just right for what I have planned. Her legs fall from around my waist, her fingers clutching at the material of my shirt.
There are too many layers between us. With an impatient growl, I rip off my shirt, tossing it aside before shedding my jeans and briefs in one swift motion.
Cecilia is next. I lift her dress up and over her head before discarding it on the tiled floor. I want to take my time with her. To go slow and savor every inch of her body. But the urgency pulsing through me demands otherwise.
I’m incapable of going slow right now. I’m so fucking desperate for this girl.
My eyes lock onto her tits. She isn’t wearing a bra. Fuck me. Unable to resist, I capture one of her dusky nipples between my lips, reveling in the way she melts beneath me.
Her spine arches, and she throws her head back, letting out a soft groan.
That sound … it goes straight to my dick.
“Look at me,” I command, my voice sharp as I meet her startled gaze. Her chest rises and falls with each ragged breath, her arousal palpable in the air between us.
I lean forward and capture her nipple between my teeth again, tugging on the sensitive nub and kneading her flesh until she’s writhing beneath me. Simultaneously begging me to stop and asking me for more.
Reaching down, I hook my fingers on either side of her panties and slide the scrap of lace down her legs. She raises her hips, helping me get them the rest of the way off.
Then I take her in. Pressing her thighs open, I drink in the blush on her cheeks, the heavy rise and fall of her chest. My eyes dip lower to the flutter of her belly until I reach her bare and glistening cunt. She’s so fucking perfect.
“Say it,” I demand, watching as she squirms beneath my penetrating gaze. Her hesitation only fuels my desire, driving me to push her further. “You want me to fuck you? Give me the words.”
Her hooded eyes meet mine, her thighs trembling as she attempts to close them, but I won't allow it. I push them apart, exposing her dripping cunt to my hungry gaze.
“Now isn’t the time to be shy,” I tell her, my voice thick with need. “You trust me to make you feel good, right?”
She nods, her desire evident in the way she meets my gaze.
“I need to trust that you’ll tell me what you need,” I continue. “And if it’s too much, that you'll tell me to stop.”
“I don’t want you to stop,” she whispers, lust heavy in her gaze.
“Good girl,” I growl, capturing her mouth in a fierce kiss. “Tell me what you need.”
Her whimper ignites something primal within me.
“I want…” she begins, her voice tinged with desperation. “I want you to fuck me. Please.”
Yes. Fisting my cock, I position myself at her entrance, her wet heat inviting me in. She’s soaked for me, and I momentarily close my eyes, savoring the feel of my swollen head pressing between her folds.
Anticipation grips me tight, but before I can move, her delicate hand grips my wrist.
I tear my gaze from where our bodies connect to look at her face. Her dark brown eyes pierce mine and I wait, a flicker of determination flashing across her beautiful face.
“Not just sex,” she says, her voice breathy.
It’s taking every ounce of my self-control not to slam into her right now as my brain struggles to interpret her words.
“I want more than that. We’ve had sex before, but you said we’ve never fucked.
I want that. I need you to fuck me like you know I won’t break. ”
Done.
With a single, hard thrust, I bury my cock inside her, claiming her in a way that goes beyond mere physicality.
“Fuck,” she hisses.
I give her no reprieve, no time to adjust to the sensation of me filling her so completely before I withdraw and thrust back in, harder this time than before.
Desperate need surges through me, a primal hunger that demands satisfaction. And judging by the way Cecilia responds to me, she craves this feeling just as much.
A shudder runs through her body, her features contorting momentarily with discomfort before softening with pleasure. I set a relentless pace, her body rocking hard and fast against mine as I relish the way she clenches around my dick.
She feels perfect, so tight around me it's almost unbearable.
"Touch yourself," I tell her, watching as she startles before hesitantly obeying my command.
Her hand finds its way between us, fingers circling her clit as she heeds my order. Her hips buck forward, and her pussy squeezes my cock. That’s it. A moan of pleasure falls from her lips, and I lean forward to capture the sound.
The scent of her arousal fills the room, driving me wild.
I need to feel her come on my cock. To see her lose herself to me fully.
Cecilia’s tits bounce with each one of my thrusts, stealing my attention. Her nipples harden. It’s like her body was made for mine, every curve fitting perfectly against me.
"Don't stop," she pleads, her voice laced with desperation.
As if I ever could. I’ve been deprived of this woman for far too long. Desperate and aching for her. Nothing, not even the roof collapsing on top of us, could make me stop now.
Not when I have her right where I want her.
Her breaths grow shorter, her movements more frantic as she approaches the edge.
"Are you close?" I ask, my own desire nearing its peak.
"Yes," she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy as her fingers circle her clit even faster.
"Eyes on me," I demand, needing to see her pleasure reflected in her gaze.
She complies and dips her chin forward. Her lust-filled eyes meet mine as I continue to drive her towards release.
I feel it building within her, the tension in her body reaching its breaking point. "Oh God," she moans. She’s right there. I see it in the look in her eyes. The desperation on her face.
Nah. Fuck that. “God isn’t the one fucking you. I am.” I bite at her bottom lip. “The only name you cry out when I’m inside of you is mine, understood?”
She nods eagerly, her voice barely above a whisper as she says, "Yes."
"Look at how greedy your pussy is," I rasp, watching her gaze drop to where our bodies are joined. "You want me to fill this tight little cunt with my cum, don’t you?"
She whimpers.
“No one else can make you feel like this.” I replace her hand with my own, my thumb rubbing tight circles over her sensitive nub while I continue to thrust ruthlessly between her thighs.
“Look at me, baby girl. Look at me as you come on my cock. Show me how good only I can make you feel.”
She keeps her eyes on mine, and something about the connection makes what we’re doing intimate as fuck. She can’t hide from me like this. She can’t mask what she’s feeling.
Her legs shake, and her pussy clenches around me as I feel the first ripples of her orgasm.
"Yes," I hiss as her mouth falls open, a cry of release escaping her lips. “Come for me, baby. Just like that.”
So fucking good.
I’m only a few seconds behind her, the sight of her shattering helping to throw me over the edge.
My balls tighten, and I thrust deep as my orgasm crashes over me, every muscle in my body tensing with pleasure.
Bracing my hands on either side of her, I fuck Cecilia through my release, my movements sharp and shallow as she milks every last drop from me.
My breath is heavy, and I’m dripping with sweat when I finally stop, basking in the aftermath of our combined orgasm. I feel like I just ran a fucking marathon, and already I want to do it again. Pushing my hair out of my eyes, I look down at her.
Her cheeks flush a bright shade of red.
Fucking adorable. I will never get enough of this girl.
I capture her lips in a kiss, and she melts into me, her body boneless and satisfied.
She smiles against my mouth. “That was …”
"Yeah," I murmur as I withdraw from her, my cock still half-hard. "We're definitely doing that again."
Cecilia presses up on her hands, but I’m crowding her, not allowing her to rise to a seated position. Her brows furrow, but I ignore her confusion and steal another kiss.
Bringing my hand up between us, I catch the cum that’s started dripping out of her pussy and press it back inside of her, burying my fingers deep.
“What are you—” she gasps as I finger fuck my cum back inside her.
“I’m not finished with you yet.” I don’t want a single drop of my cum to go to waste. I need all of it inside her.
Her breath hitches, and she shudders beneath my touch. "Gabriel, I …" Her mouth falls open.
That’s it. Give me another one.
I need to see her shatter all over again.
I add another finger, stretching her further. She’s so fucking tight. Even after being freshly fucked her pussy grips my fingers like a vise.
My thumb circles her clit, and she cries out, her skin still sensitive.
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.” I growl. ”Come for me again.”
Her head thrashes back and forth, and she makes these desperate, needy sounds that go straight to my dick.
“I …I …” Her mouth makes this little O right before she shatters, and fuck, it’s a beautiful thing to behold.
Her head falls back, her eyes squeeze shut, and the sounds she makes—fuck.
When she finally comes down, I slip my hand free from her folds and pull her flush against me. Her arms wrap around my waist, face pressed tight to my bare chest.
We stay like that for a few minutes before I draw back and help her to her feet.