CHAPTER 37 #3
Gabriela never ceased kissing me, gentle pecks voyaging over my face.
I groaned when she laved my corded neck with nips and love bites.
Miss possessive’s hips kept undulating in a beat meant to destroy me, her glossy pussy glazing over the underside of my dick.
She was desperate to have me back inside of her. “Hunter, I want you to come too.”
I cursed when just my tip dipped back into her warm cunt. I went over a year without sex, but now that I’d had Gabriela? I couldn’t fathom going a day without being inside of her.
“Soon.” I threw my jacket on the ground, then dropped to my knees with her. “After I teach you a lesson.”
“Now,” she demanded when I lowered us, making sure her back and bottom were comfortably lying on the leather.
I tutted, pushing my black pants further down my thighs. Gabriela licked her lips, eyeing my thigh tat. She was obsessed with it. I spread her legs and pressed her knees down until she butterflied. Her pink cunt was swollen and drenched. “Patience, Gabriela.”
She attempted a half-assed glare and grabbed my wet cock, giving it a stroke before guiding the tip back to her entrance. “No. Now—”
I spanked her cunt hard.
Gabriela whimpered, eyes widening in shock and…glee.
She loved being dominated. And getting spanked?
Yeah, that got her hot as hell. My hand shot out to grab her jaw in a possessive clasp.
“Listen to me and listen well.” I snarled, slapping her flesh twice more.
She mewled, back arching. “I’ve got a bratty little pussy to discipline and you’ve got a lesson to learn.
” Slap. “Remember that this is your fault.” Slap.
“You came before I gave you permission.” Slap. “Did I give you permission, Gabriela?”
She met my eyes with defiance in hers. “No, but I did it anyway.”
“Exactly.” I brought my face down until our noses touched.
Until I could count every individual lash and every grey fleck in her blue eyes, which appeared almost sterling under the shard of moonlight seeping through the trees above.
“So show me you can follow my rules, and I’ll make you come again. Understood?”
She rolled her eyes, but the taunting curve of her mouth betrayed her. She was loving this game. “Fine. Understood, you tyrant—ahh.”
I slapped her heavy tit. “Count with me. Twenty spanks and I’ll consider you graduated as long as you don’t come before I’m finished.” I pinched her nipple the way she liked. “Now keep your legs open, baby.”
I slapped her pussy and she shakily mumbled, “One.”
Again. “Two.”
She cupped the back of her knees tighter on my third slap, glancing down at where my hand met her pussy. “T-three.”
I turned up the intensity of the butt plug for the remainder. Gabriela’s body shook underneath me. “H-Hunter, I p-promise, I’ll be a good girl. I’ll do better next time.”
“Yeah?”
The innocent facade was just an act. We both knew she couldn’t be good—only bad—but that’s what I liked. She nodded frantically. “I-I will.”
“Liar.” I slapped her pussy a fourth time. “Keep counting.”
My girlfriend obeyed. By the time we made it to eighteen, she was breathing unevenly. Skin flushed pink. Red lipstick smeared. Mascara-stained tears running down her cheeks. She was a beautiful wreck and I needed her like the breath in my lungs.
The drops of sweat fell down my chest and onto her torso, mixing with the light rain sprinkling around us. Gabriela gazed through half-mast eyes, jerking then moaning when I slapped her pussy yet again. “N-nineteen.”
“Fuck.” I rubbed my fingers over her slit appreciatively, humming. “Your pussy’s always so wet, so needy, so ready to play. Isn’t that right, bella mia?”
She gasped, surprised.
I was learning her language. Had started not long ago. And based on the spark in her eyes, she liked knowing it and hearing the term of endearment.
“You’re the reason I’m always like this—you did this to me.” Her neck worked with a swallow. “Now you have to take care of it, Hunt.”
“I will.” I swore. “After this last one.”
Gabriela braced for the final spank and I delivered, the noisy swat resonating in the darkness encasing us.
She moaned shakily, stomach dipping, thighs shaking. “T-twenty—”
I shoved back inside of her before she finished speaking.
Gabriela screamed and I groaned, enveloped in wet, hot, slippery heaven once more.
“See, that wasn’t so hard now, was it, doll?
” I gave half a dozen shallow thrusts, toying with her clit and watching her pussy lips hug my cock on every withdrawal like they didn’t want to let go.
“All you need to do is listen to me and I’ll reward you.
It’s that.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Simple.”
“I-I’m going to come. I-I need to. Please.”
It was inevitable. She was asking for permission before she gave in to the sensations imploding within her core.
“Come,” I commanded, my hands kneading the flesh of her ass to get as close to her as I thrust, not easing my tempo. “You deserve it for being such a good girl.”
An undeniable ripple coursed through her body as she came. I drank in her soft noises with my rough kisses as she rode out her orgasm and clawed at my shoulders for anchor, swiping my tongue into her mouth to lick thoroughly, fucking it the same way I’d been fucking her pussy.
I held myself still inside of her and stopped kissing when our breaths ran sparse and she seemed somewhat calmer, muscles going lax from the four releases. I moved aside tendrils of dark red hair sticking to her temples from sweat. “I want you to do me a favour, Gabriela.”
Head lolling back against my leather jacket and lids drooping, she panted a meek, “What?”
My hands grabbed the undersides of her breasts and lifted them to my mouth.
I tongued, sucked, and tugged her nipples lightly between my teeth, knowing she got off on the pain.
I raised my head enough to gaze into her eyes, swimming with a maelstrom of emotions.
“I want you to come again.” I licked a path from the valley between her breasts to the shadowed notch between her collarbones before continuing all the way up her throat, chin, and lips, where I paused to steal another kiss. “One more time with me.”
She shook her head slowly, exhausted. “I can’t.”
“You can.” My hands hooked around Gabriela’s ankles and I brought them down on either side of her head, spreading that tight body in an illicit V. “And you will.”
Then I started bouncing my cock inside of her tightness with renewed vigour—a brutal pace that left her breathless. My pelvis mashed against her clit on every thrust and her hands dug into my sides, refusing to let me go as pleasure built back inside of her anew.
“That’s right,” I growled, enjoying the way her tits swayed back and forth, the way her mouth shaped into an O with hoarse moans emerging, the way I was slotting even deeper in this debauching position.
My naughty little angel was spread wide open, bent in two, with no choice but to receive my offering.
I pressed the button on the sex toy again—the final setting—and savoured how the high intensity, coupled with our dirty fucking, unleashed mayhem on her body.
She was going to come again despite saying otherwise and it was going to be so fucking good.
“You take what I give you.” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “And if I want you to come again?” Thrust. Thrust. Thrust. “You.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Thrust. “Will.”
Nonsensical sounds of enjoyment tumbled out of Gabriela. There was something satisfying in my strength overpowering her when she craved it this much. I’d fulfill all of her fantasies in a healthy manner and protect her till the very end. She knew it too.
While I rutted between her thighs like a damn animal, she played with her clit, sucked and tugged on my nipple piercing like a greedy girl, and raked her nails down my torso, leaving pink scratch marks everywhere.
Red-hot lust nearly blinded my vision. I released her ankles and grabbed her throat in a rough squeeze instead.
“Mm, you’re already starting to tighten up on me, Gabby.
It’s the choking, isn’t it, you beautiful brat?
” I licked at the bead of sweat on my upper lip.
“Or is it the feel of my cock in your pussy and the vibrating toy in your ass?”
“B-both!”
“Fuck.” I snarled and covered her mouth with my hand, muffling her cries.
She watched me with wide, impatient eyes.
“If you keep moaning and screaming like this, someone will catch us and I won’t be able to stop until I’ve filled your pink pussy with my cum.
” My pace grew jerky and the base of my spine tightened.
“But that’s what you want, huh? For everyone to see me claiming you as mine? ”
She nodded, tears coursing down her cheeks.
In a deceptively soft and dark voice, I begged in her ear, “Can I come now, princess? I’ve been such a good boy—such a little saint for you.”
I removed my palm from her mouth just in time to hear her scream, “Yes!”
Three thrusts later, we tumbled over the edge, coming together with shouts and expletives in the moonlit forest.
My cock twitched and poured inside of her ravenous cunt while she squirted again, coating my lower abs and the space between us.
Heaving, I landed on top of her, defeated by our mutual orgasm, and Gabriela sagged further into the rain-softened ground. My hands delved into her hair as we made out slowly and lovingly.
For mere moments, we simply lay and breathed each other in. The cool night air and the leftover trickle of rain were a balm to our heated skins. Gabriela sifted her fingers through my hair and I shivered, wrapping my arms around her in a hug, my face buried in her neck.
“Doll,” I mumbled, blindly reaching between us to turn off the butt plug. “You okay?”
“More than good.” She kissed my temple. “You?”
“More than good too.”
The sight of her all ruffled and smiling tugged at my heartstrings. Her thumb smoothed over my mouth. I expected her to ask me to remove the toy or to clean her up. Instead, she whispered, “When did you start learning my language?”
Warmth suffused my face at her question. “I started taking lessons two weeks ago. I…I just wanted to feel closer to you.”
An emotion I couldn’t decipher flashed over her features. “Is that so?” I nodded, unsure what to say, and she cupped my cheek. “Tell me what else you’ve learned.”
I leaned closer to kiss her lips. “Ti…Ti adoro,” I said hesitantly. “Sei bellissima.”
I adore you. You’re beautiful.
Gabriela didn’t say anything, stunned.
I frowned. Did I pronounce them wrong? I learned some basic Italian, but mostly only memorized terms of endearment and praise because those were the most important things I wanted to shower my Gabriela with.
She urged me closer with the hand on my cheek and bestowed a featherlight kiss on my lips. “Farei qualsiasi cosa per te, bello. Sono innamorata di te.”
My heart pounded and I swallowed thickly. “I’m not that advanced, Gabby. What did you say?”
She caressed my jaw. “That’s for me to know and for you to find out one day.”
This would only make me more relentless in my pursuit to learn Italian, if simply for the sake of understanding the words the girl I was in love with spoke to me.
“Fine. Keep your secrets.” I stroked a knuckle down her cheek. “But one day, I’ll have them all.”
“I’m sure you will.”
I rose up on my knees and pulled my softening cock out of her. We both groaned at the sensation and watched my cum trickle out of her opening. Unable to help myself, I fingered it back inside. Gabriela closed her eyes on a blissful sigh, clutching my jacket on either side of her hips.
My chest shuddered, making more room for her presence, as if she wasn’t already all that I saw and all that I felt. I didn’t think there was a single fiber left inside of me that she hadn’t already laid claim to.
I was all hers.
She was all mine.
And I wouldn’t let anything change that.
Gingerly, I popped out the butt plug since she’d worn it for longer than I intended, and wiped her pussy with the pack of tissues I kept inside my leather jacket pocket.
Gabriela observed me with a gentle expression as I went about my task. I loved the aftercare part, where she relaxed beneath me and I could tend to her.
A crackling of branches drew our attention to the left.
We both stared at the path where we’d entered from. There was nothing but shadows and trees.
“Do you think… someone is there?” Gabriela hushed, rising to her knees.
Maybe one of the Remington guards heard the sounds of our activity and came to investigate. “If there was, they probably saw us and left.”
“You’re right.” Her eyes wandered back to me—my chest in particular—and she frowned. “Oh, I left too many marks.”
I grinned at her awestruck tone. Clearly, she wasn’t mad about leaving marks, just that there were too many. “As if that wasn’t your intention, Miss Possessive.”
“Do they hurt?”
“No.” I pecked her forehead, taking a moment to breathe in her familiar vanilla and red roses scent. “I’m okay.”
I cleaned myself as best as I could and zipped up my pants. Then I dragged Gabriela into my arms and grabbed my jacket from the ground. “Ready?”
“Ready.” Her arms and legs vined around me, and I walked us out of the woods. “I had fun, Hunt. Best party ever.”
I laughed and she chased the sound with kisses all over my throat. “Me too, Gabby.”
Now I just wanted to take her home so I could wash us properly, make her a hot tea, see our Luna, and tuck them both into bed.
The clothes we’d thrown in front of my car were a rain-drenched mess, but at least I had an extra football jersey and blanket in my trunk that Gabriela could use. I’d crank up the heat on our drive so she could get warm.
A ruby red nail drew between my pecs before she pressed a kiss to my sternum. “I’m sorry for marking you, Hunter.”
“I’m not,” I said. “But if you do want to apologize, let me hear it in your language.”
As I neared my car, Gabriela bent her head and kissed each one of the scratches, taking her time and smiling in between. “Scusa, bello. Perdonami.”
Longing unfurled in my chest. I pressed her against the side of my Jaguar, peering down into her eyes. “Are you going to do it again?”
Understanding dawned in her gaze. “Yes.”
“And why is that?” I rasped, touching my forehead to hers.
“Because you’re infinitely mine, Hunter,” she murmured. “You always have been, since the moment we laid eyes on each other.”
You’re infinitely mine, Hunter.
There weren’t enough words to describe what that statement did to me.
I murmured back, “Finally, you caught on, doll.”