CHAPTER 37 #2
Eyes were the windows to our souls, and there was a brief moment where I felt like she could see straight into mine and read the writing on the wall.
I’m in love with you. I’m so fucking in love with you, Gabriela, you’re the beginning and end of my universe.
And foolishly, I felt like I could see straight into hers and read the same thing.
Though that was probably wishful thinking on my end.
But there was no denying the pure softness sitting in plain view for me to see. Hidden behind it were threads of hope. The possibility of her falling in love with me existed right there in the flecks of her blue eyes.
Gabriela Regina Bellafiore was my first real love.
She would be my last love too.
I prayed that I could be both of those for her as well—that I could soon tell her what she meant to me. Since I couldn’t say it with my words for now, I would say it with my body.
“I am, Gabby.” Without wasting time, I tied both of her hands at her back with my belt and wrapped a hand around her throat, using it to bring her body upright. “I’m just getting started with you.”
Excitement zinged through her muscles. She loved being bound. Communicated exactly that with her stare when she glanced at me over her shoulder. “Are you going to make me beg?”
I smirked and unzipped my pants, then reached into my briefs for my cock.
I gave it a long stroke from root to tip.
Prolonging the torture. Massaging the bead of pre-cum onto my skin.
Making her mentally count the seconds until I was inside of her.
She released a breathy noise, tilting her hips and searching for friction—for me. “Yes. You beg so prettily. Get to it.”
She whined when I dragged the head of my length through her wet folds and tapped her clit teasingly. “Pleaseplease—”
I slammed into her in one smooth thrust.
A moan erupted from Gabriela and mingled with my deep groan.
“Fuck.” I screwed my eyes shut and fought not to come too quickly. But God, her walls clenched my shaft in a stranglehold and the vibrations from her sex toy felt heavenly on my flesh too.
“H-Hunter, stop torturing me.”
“Only when you stop torturing me.” I tightened my hold on her neck.
“How am I supposed to move when you’re squeezing me so tight?
Been fucking you every day, every night for the last two weeks and I still can’t get over how you clamp up around my dick like it’s the first time.
” My fingers smoothed over the front of her pussy, feeling where we were joined. “You’ve got me addicted, baby.”
“I-if you don’t start fucking me, I’m going to scream.”
“Scream away.” I slapped her clit. “We both know you get off on the thrill of getting caught.” I pulled out till just the tip poised at the opening of her cunt.
My length glistened with her arousal. “Do it loud enough that we garner an audience, doll. I’d like nothing more than to fuck you in front of every fucking man who thinks he’s got a chance with my smoke show. ”
I punched my hips forward and drove myself inside of her in a crude thrust. Before pulling back just as quickly and leaving her wet cunt with the need to be filled.
Gabriela threw her head back on a frustrated howl. “Hunter.”
She was a daddy’s girl, entirely used to getting everything she wanted. I always indulged the spoiled princess, but tonight I wanted to play with her. Tug her leash a little. Remind her that I held all the cards and she was at my mercy.
I smirked and drew a finger over her slit, collecting her arousal. “You need me balls deep inside this needy pussy, Gabriela?”
She sucked my digit when I pushed it past her lips, her yes muffled.
“Tell me why.” It was taking everything inside of me not to pin her down and just thrustthrusthrust into her like a madman. “Tell me why you need me.”
I wanted to hear the magic words. The same ones she whispered in my ear last night when I was fucking her deep and slow, the closest I could get to making love to her without saying it aloud.
“I’m your slut.” She panted when I toyed with her clit. “Sono la tua troia, amore mio. So fuck me like it, please.”
There wasn’t a single drug in the world that could compare to the ecstasy that unfurled in my veins at hearing her dirty talk to me in Italian.
“Yes, you are.” Achingly slow, I thrust back into her, inch by inch, watching my shaft disappear into her snug channel.
The most obscene, sexy sight would forever be her small pussy stretched around my fat cock.
Gabriela moaned loudly. “My slutty little angel who needs to have her pussy fucked raw, hm?” I pulled out.
“All the damn time.” And thrust back in.
“When I first saw you, I thought you were a good girl who fancied sweet, vanilla sex.” Her body jolted on a particular hard, fast, deep-seating thrust. “Not a bad girl who needs it hardcore to keep her appetite satiated.”
Gabriela got tired of waiting for the dirty, rough fuck I promised.
She took matters into her own hands and started moving while I held still, manacling her throat and fisting her hair.
This was why I loved driving her to a tipping point.
She turned shameless in her pleasure and I got a front row seat at her ass bouncing in my lap with eagerness, using my cock like a fuck toy and moaning salaciously.
“Feed me, bello. Fuck your filthy little plaything.”
My nostrils flared.
God-fucking-dammit.
I gritted my teeth and choked her, cutting off her air supply momentarily as I started pounding into her with merciless strokes.
The wet, fleshy smacks of our sexes echoed in the atmosphere.
Tears leaked from the corners of Gabriela’s eyes.
Her mouth opened on mute cries. Her breasts spilled free of the bustier and quaked with every pump.
Her tied hands clenched and unclenched unconsciously, like she was desperate to touch me.
I caught piecemeals of our reflection in my car’s windshield.
The way we fucked under the moonlight was nothing short of animalistic.
I brought my lips to her ear and said harshly, “Open your eyes.” Thrust. “Look at you.” Thrust. “You’re always beautiful, Gabriela.” Thrust. “But most beautiful when you let me pound into you like a fuckdoll.” Thrust. “Fucking stunning, baby.”
She watched, entranced at the sight we created. I licked at the lone tear leaking from the corner of her eye and kissed the apple of her cheek without losing our pace.
“S-so are you,” she returned on a whimper. “The most stunning, Hunt.”
My chest cracked wide open. She wasn’t talking about my physical appearance. Rather my heart, my mind, my soul. It was all hers for the taking.
I belonged to her.
“Fuck, Gabby.” I tugged harder at her hair and her neck arched. I buried my face against it, painting my words against the slender column. “You never have to be jealous when I’m this obsessed with you.”
When I’m this in love with you.
Another sobbing moan slipped out of her when I slapped her clit in time with my thrusting. “G-good. ’Cause I was going to kill Tina tonight.”
I let go of her hair to squeeze her jaw till her mouth popped open and drizzled spit into it. She moaned at the taste. “Crazy little mob princess.”
She kissed me sloppily, meeting me thrust for thrust. “You’re mine.”
“Yours,” I vowed.
The blustery wind spread its fingers through our surroundings and caused the leaves in the forest beside us to rustle loudly, but it didn’t drown the sound of our lovemaking.
I held Gabriela down by the nape of her neck against my car’s hood and slammed even harder into her, sweat trickling into my eyes.
My balls slapped against her clit rhythmically.
Her pussy fluttered around me. She was nearing her peak.
I pressed the button on the butt plug and increased the intensity of the vibrations.
She cried out louder. The sensations were incredible and I clenched my teeth, holding back from coming.
Gabriela moaned, overwhelmed and overstimulated. “Moremoremore.”
She was living her best life, tied and pinned down for my use. Small uhs, ohs, yeses, and Hunters escaped Gabriela. I loved how unabashedly vocal she was in her pleasure as I thrust ruthlessly. “You going to come for me, Gabriela?”
“Yes.” She went to her tippytoes when my cockhead rubbed against her G-spot. “Fuck yes.”
“So soon?” I teased in a gravelly tone.
“Mhm.”
“No.” Thrust. “Not yet.” Thrust. “You don’t come till I say so.”
But did she listen to me?
No.
Gabriela came fast and hard, a girlish scream tearing from her throat.
Her pussy squeezed my cock and I pulled out of her before I could come.
She protested at the loss of me.
“Fucking brat,” I growled, so fucking turned on by her and her defiance. I slapped her ass in two successive swats for good measure. My handprint bloomed on her skin. “You never listen to me, huh?”
Panting and basking in her orgasm, she barely heard me.
Right then, the skies above us opened up and rain drizzled.
I undid the belt, freeing her hands from the confinement, unhooked the back of her bustier, and unzipped her skirt, peeling off the skimpy costume until she was left naked in her heels and dark angel wings.
I removed my own wind-mussed dress shirt but grabbed my leather jacket before I flipped Gabriela around and hauled her into my arms.
She mustered the strength to wrap her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck.
Then I headed into the forest.
Moonlight broke through the canopy of trees overhead as I waded us deeper into the area so we’d have shelter from the rain…and to appease my girlfriend’s fantasy of being fucked in the woods by a masked stranger. Naughty little doll wanted to be ravaged by her grim reaper tonight.