Chapter Four #2
Unlocking the front door, we go inside, and she takes her time looking around. She slides her hand along the countertops in the kitchen. She looks around the living room with a smile. I watch her intently, wishing I knew what she’s thinking.
She stops in front of me, our gazes locked. “Why did you lose your temper?” She tilts her head to the side, curiosity in her voice.
“He’s a piece of shit and I can’t stand the thought of him anywhere near you.” My tone is harsher than I intended.
She laces her fingers with mine, pulling me behind her. “I need a tour.”
Surprised once again by the change in subject, I take the lead, showing her the rest of the house.
Trying to view it through her eyes, I take in my three-bedroom, two-bathroom home. It’s not cozy or bright like hers, but it serves its purpose. The color pallet is an assortment of grays, minimal decorations, and modern black furniture.
“Your place is gorgeous, but it could use a woman’s touch. You can tell a man lives here.” She smirks, amusement in her eyes.
Chuckling at her observation, I agree. “I know. I’ve always spent more time at the office than here. It functions well for my needs, but I never got around to giving it the lived-in feel. You’re the only woman who’s been here.”
Whipping her head around, she searches my face. Running my hand down my goatee, I hide a grin at her shocked expression.
She turns to walk down the hall, and I follow closely, admiring her round ass in the short dress she’s wearing. Having her here eases some of the tension in my body.
I show her every room and as we finish the tour at my bedroom, she casually saunters in. Standing in the doorway, I watch her closely while she looks around. She’s curious, running her fingers along the footboard of the bed.
Fuck, she looks like she belongs here. My chest tightens with the realization.
Sitting on the bed, she kicks off her sandals. Sliding back on the mattress, she crosses her legs, her sundress riding up her thighs. My mouth waters, craving to taste her again. I swallow thickly, my cock hardening behind my jeans.
Our eyes meet. “Am I already yours, Gabriel?”
Pushing off the door frame, I prowl towards the bed. “Fuck yes. You’re mine.”
As I move closer, I all but smell her arousal. She squeezes her thighs together, parting her lips to accommodate her quickened breaths.
“Take your panties off and spread your legs.”
I’m on edge, adrenaline, and remnants of my temper from earlier coursing through my veins. I should control myself, but I’m no gentleman when it comes to her. After one hit, she’s become my drug, and I’m drowning in addiction.
She removes her panties, leaning back on her elbows. Spreading her legs slowly, a deep growl rumbles in my chest. “Get rid of the dress, too.” I demand as I strip off my clothes.
She lifts the dress over her head, leaving her completely naked in my bed. She doesn’t need a bra with her perky tits. I haven’t spent nearly enough time with them, but that’s about to change.
As the last piece of clothing hits the floor, I make my way to the bed, crawling over her.
Wasting no time, I go straight for the prize.
Sliding my fingers through her slick pussy lips, I groan, coating my fingers in her juices.
Stroking her a few times, I bring them to her tits, spreading her arousal around her nipples.
Sucking one tight bud between my lips, I savor her unique flavor. She gasps, sliding her hands into my hair. I groan, sucking her hard tip until she’s whimpering beneath me. Moving to her other breast, I give it the same treatment. She arches her back, moaning and losing herself to my rhythm.
Sliding two fingers inside her dripping cunt, I gather more of her arousal, releasing her nipple with a pop.
Lifting my fingers to her parted lips, I push down on her bottom teeth, opening her mouth further.
She gasps at the force of it. Covering her mouth with mine, I lick my way inside without removing my fingers.
Fuck.
We share her taste, but I need more.
Pulling away abruptly, I lay on my back beside her. “Come sit on my face. Hang on to the headboard.”
A pink flush heats her cheeks, making my cock painfully harder. She moves to her knees, resting them on each side of my head. She grips the headboard, but hovers instead of sitting.
That won’t do.
Gripping her hips, I slam her pussy onto my waiting mouth.
The sweetness of vanilla invades all my senses.
She smells so fucking good, and I go straight for her swollen clit.
Latching on tightly, I suck it hard while flicking it with my tongue.
She falls forward, gripping the headboard tighter.
Spearing my pointed tongue inside her, I rub her clit with my thumb in short, fast strokes.
“Gabriel, I’m going to come!” She cries out, grinding her delicious pussy all over my face.
“Ride my tongue, baby.”
Sliding my finger over her asshole sends her barreling over the edge. “Oh, God!”
“That’s it. Fuck my face.”
Her body stiffens and the headboard creaks under her tight grip. Her orgasm coats my face and not one drop of her cum will go to waste. With slow, measured strokes, I lick her clit like the delicacy it is. Once her body relaxes, I flip her onto her back, rubbing my cock against her sensitive pussy.
“Do you trust me?” I have an idea, but I want to make sure she’s comfortable with it.
She looks at me thoughtfully before nodding. “Yes.”
My chest tightens. “Stay here.” I whisper against her lips before I move off the bed.
I have a brand-new pair of handcuffs I received as a gag gift from the guys at work. I think it’s finally time to break them in. Grabbing them from the closet, I return to the bed. Brooke is lying there in wait like the fucking goddess she is. Her eyes widen, spotting what’s in my hand.
Giving her a wicked smile, I climb on the mattress, straddling her hips. “Arms up.”
She obeys immediately, her breathing picking up again. Cuffing her wrists to the iron rods in the headboard, she writhes beneath me.
“Don’t pull on them. They’ll cut into your skin.” I warn.
She nods.
It’s then I realize what’s going on. She saw me lose my temper to protect her, and it turned her on. She’s been playing me, and the thought makes my cock impossibly harder. I’ll play her game, but I’ll do it my way, destroying her pussy in the process.
Positioning myself above her, I slide my cock inside her slowly. “You’re mine, angel. No other man will ever touch this body.”
Mewling at my words, she lifts her hips to take me deeper. She’s so fucking tight and warm. “I’ll protect you and keep you safe.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, digging her heels in my ass, urging me to move faster, but I pin her hips to the bed. “I’m the only one who will satisfy you.”
She whimpers, my words making her tremble.
Torturing us both with an agonizing pace, I lean down, licking the shell of her ear. “You belong to me.”
A sob escapes her. “Jesus, Gabriel. Please!” She cries out as I bury myself completely, circling my hips to grind against her clit.
“Tell me what you want.”