CHAPTER 33 #2
Soon enough, I was pulling into the darkened underground garage of our complex. I couldn’t recall the last five minutes of the ride back home. How I managed not to crash. How I managed to maintain my coordination. How I managed to keep it together.
Until the moment I shifted into park and groaned a deep, “I’m coming.”
She swallowed every drop with a zealous moan, satisfied with herself for having reduced me to a baser self, stripped of my usual restraint.
I breathed unevenly, my chest rattling with the heady concoction of lust, yearning, and residual fury. She drew off my softening cock with a pop, unable to conceal the smug expression nor her own laboured breathing. “I did as you asked, Hunt.”
I grasped her neck and yanked her to me, loving the way she gasped under her breath and the way her eyes went half-mast with desire.
“No, you didn’t.” To prove my point, I licked the spare drop of cum lingering near her lips and fed it back to her with a salacious kiss, groaning when our tongues twined. “Do you know what that means, sweetheart?”
She would be punished.
But we both knew that word was synonymous with reward in Gabriela’s vocabulary.
A soft sigh stuttered out of her. “Yes.”
We barely made it to my apartment.
I nearly took her on the hood of my Jaguar when we stumbled against it during our kiss.
I nearly took her in the elevator, my finger millimetres from pressing the stop button so I could hike the skirt of her dress above her waist, tuck her thong to the side, and bounce her on my dick.
And I nearly took her in the hallway between our homes, feeling like a raging beast driven solely by his primal instinct to fuck its mate. Bend her forward. Pin her down. Eat that pussy from behind. And pound into her tightness six ways to Sunday.
I’d never been this way, spiralling with fierce need for another until Gabriela.
The sexy little redhead kept testing my control by kissing me the entire journey it took us to reach my door and saying teasingly against my mouth, “Right here, Hunter. Take me right here. You know you want to.”
Fuck, did I ever.
Yet I managed to keep some semblance of composure as I shoved us into my apartment, locked the door, and threw off my leather gloves in a surrendering motion.
Then it was just Gabriela and me.
Our heavy breathing.
Our fast-beating hearts.
Our ramping desire, misting the air between us.
Wrapping my left hand around her neck, I dragged her towards the full-length mirror resting against my foyer wall and turned her around to face the front.
Gabriela’s hands reached out to brace herself against the surface, blue eyes going glassy with lust at my manhandling. She watched us quietly—hypnotized by the picture we created.
We were fully clothed, but our need for each other was painted nakedly upon our faces.
I leaned down, pressed the side of my face against hers, clenched her throat, and murmured darkly, “You see these lips?” Using my right hand, I wiped my thumb over her plump bottom lip.
“They belong to me. No one but me will ever kiss you again, doll.” I smeared the rouge on my thumb over her fluttering pulse.
“You see this? It beats for me. Same as mine does for you.” I punctuated the statement by giving her jaw a quick nip.
“Only you.” She moaned low when I roughly pushed down the neckline of her dress, cupping a handful of her tit.
“These nipples? Pebbled for me.” My hand made fast work of her zipper and pushed the dress’s silky material past her hips, letting it pool on the floor.
My hand mapped down her torso, past her belly piercing, and stopping over her mound.
The entirety of my hand covered her cunt and I squeezed it prominently.
“And this bratty little pussy? Fucking dripping for me.” I slapped it.
Gabriela moaned again. “You remember that the next time you wander out of my sight and some asshole decides to corner you.” I tilted her head back with the hand still around her neck.
She peered up at me, heavy-lidded. “Tell him you’ve already got a man who owns you. ”
I wasted no time kissing her hard.
She kissed me back, reciprocating my ardour.
“Is that so?” She gasped when I bit her bottom lip and tugged. “Didn’t realize I was signing up for such a possessive boyfriend when I agreed to date you. Maybe I should reconsider. Your bossy nature might be an issue for me.”
She loved to play with me.
And I loved to play back.
“I paid for everything you’re wearing tonight,” I grated, spinning her around to face me and tightening my leash around her throat.
“I own it all, including you and that sinfully gone expression on your face.” I slapped her ass.
She cried out. “So I’ve earned the right to boss you around and you’re going to stop pretending like being told what to do doesn’t get you hot, baby. ”
Gabriela enjoyed it when I took charge.
Lucky for her, I wasn’t planning on handing her the reins anytime soon.
“Now strip,” I commanded against her red lips. “I’ve got a pussy to eat.”
Gabriela’s arms lunged to vine around my neck and she stamped her mouth to mine in an impatient kiss, her moan barely muffled.
She climbed my big body like a feral kitten, wrapping her legs around my middle, and I groaned at her enthusiasm.
As we exchanged wet kisses, I spanked her ass in reprimand.
For she’d disobeyed me by not removing her soaked thong.
So I ripped it off her in one clean swipe.
She whined into our kiss.
I smirked, giving her my tongue.
We made out almost angrily, stumbling against the foyer walls as we eagerly clawed at each other.
I removed my suit jacket and she tackled my tie and dress shirt with vigour.
Piece by piece, my clothes fell to the floor, joining hers, save for my suit pants, which were slung low on my hips, my hardened cock straining against my abs.
Harsh desire beat like drums between us, racketing up in intensity as we crashed into the foyer bench.
I sat long enough to shove two fingers into her slickness and gauge her reaction.
Gabriela threw her head back on a shaky scream, her sopping pussy easing my entry as I fingered her the way she liked.
Stretching her. Preparing her. Giving her a preview of how good she was about to have it.
The ends of her hair brushed my thighs and her tits quaked in my face.
Naturally, I snagged a nipple, licking, sucking, and biting until my mark bloomed. “Oh, God. Hunter.”
Her walls tightened around my thrusting fingers. I wouldn’t let her come yet, refusing to renege on my promise of edging her.
I pulled out my drenched fingers and licked them clean, much to her protesting cry. “You think you deserve to come after failing to lick every drop of me, Gabriela?”
“Yes! Please.” Her frustrated, needy tone only made me grin as I slid forward, taking the brunt of the impact as we dropped to the floor.
I’d punish her later then. Gabriela yelped with surprise when I flipped our positions so I was the one lying down and she was the one firmly seated atop my stomach muscles.
“Fucking come here,” I growled, urging her forward by grabbing two handfuls of her ass. “Come sit on my face, you filthy little plaything. I know you want it.”
Gabriela appeared dazed, her inhibitions swirling in the same lust-infused fog as me. There was a recklessness in the way her gloved hands dove into my hair for purchase and her knees quickly positioned on either side of my head, her pink, glistening pussy dangling just an inch above my mouth.
The sight and scent of it turned me on even more.
“That’s it,” I praised, hands clapping her perky ass. “Let’s get you riding till you’ve soaked me, yeah?”
My breath fanned over her flesh. She squirmed above me, more than ready. “Y-you’ll signal if I’m suffocating you, right?”
She weighed feather-like to me. There was no chance of suffocation. “Even if you do, there’s no better way for me to go out, Gabriela.”
Fear sliced through the desire in those hazy blue eyes for a brief second.
“Relax, doll, and enjoy the ride.” I cut off whatever she was going to say by slamming her horny cunt onto my awaiting mouth. She whined and I grunted at the taste of her, flicking my tongue to collect her arousal before zeroing in on that pulsing clit.
Gabriela moaned, her hips giving an experimental buck from my chin to my upper lip. “Hunt.”
“Yes, Gabby, let me give you what you need,” I rasped around the most delicious mouthful of pussy. Without delay, I got to work. Lapped the entirety of her slit. Sucked her clit rhythmically. Then thrust my tongue inside of her hole.
Gabriela whimpered like a spoiled princess, glancing down at me in pleasurable shock. Her thighs boxed my head and her fingers clutched my hair at the root, almost to the point of pain, but I loved it.
“Move your hips,” I ordered, voice thick and gravelly. “Make a mess all over me, sweetheart.”
Seeing that I was more than okay with her sitting on my face like a throne and hearing my encouragement, Gabriela sprang into motion.
She rocked smoothly like a wave, getting used to the feel of her pussy surfing over me, and moaning as her clit got the right amount of pressure.
Before quickly growing emboldened at my appreciative groans and rocking faster, engulfing the lower half of my face in arousal.
Fuck, yes.
My fingers dug into her thighs. Her taste melted on my tongue like sweet sin and her fragrance wrapped around my senses like heaven.
“Hunter,” she choked out, grinding that shiny cunt over me. “F-feels so good.”
Me too, baby, I wanted to say, but my mouth was currently occupied with her using it like a fuck pillow. My cock twitched against my stomach muscles. I could probably come from just this alone. Keeping one hand on her ass to hold her up, I grabbed my length with the other and jerked off.
The hallway rang with the melody of Gabriela’s pleasure-stricken moans as she rode my lips and tongue, the squelching sounds of her arousal as I fucking ate that pussy like it was my dessert, and the occasional smack on her ass to get her to work those hips faster.
To show me how badly she wanted it. To prove how slutty she was willing to get for her orgasm.
Gabriela’s breasts bounced, back arched, eyes shut, and mouth parted as she moaned throatily.
“Mm, you’re so sexy, baby.” I groaned. “Fuck, look at you.”
And she did, craning her head to the side, her gaze peeking open enough to see our reflection in the hallway mirror. It was obscenely hot. Me, lying prisoner underneath my girl, fisting my cock, while she knelt over me, body working desperately to seek her release.
“Eyes on me again.” I gave her clit a series of flicks and sank my fingers deep into her ass. “I want you to watch me as you come.”
“Hunter.” She grabbed her tit and pinched her nipple. “I-I’m so close.”
It took less than another minute for her to come in a beautiful explosion, screaming and yanking at my hair as she was swept under the current of a powerful climax.
Groaning, I lapped at her arousal like it was liquid gold, relishing her essence and the little porn-worthy noises dropping from her lips as she kept grinding, slowly coming down from her high.
Gabriela eventually slumped backwards, landing on my chest, panting breaths falling from her lips. The satiated glint in her eyes was a telltale sign. She’d had the time of her life. “Oh my God.”
I wiped the back of my hand across my mouth and licked my lips for the remnant of her taste. “Careful, Gabriela. You keep addressing me like that and I’ll develop a god complex.”
A light coat of perspiration glowed on her moonlight skin. She tossed her hair behind her shoulders and chuckled airily—almost sheepishly—in post-coital bliss. “I wouldn’t oppose, pretty boy. I’d say you earned it after that performance.”
I knifed up in a sitting position and she gasped before I grabbed the back of her neck and silenced her with a dirty kiss.
She sucked on my tongue like a man-eater.
I stood up and carried her down the hallway leading to my room.
Tossing her in the middle of my king-sized bed, I rasped, “Let me show you in all the other ways I can be godly, little doll.”