35. Gabriel
I know there will be no turning back. None.
And I don't give a fuck. She's going to be mine.
Now. I can see the same desire burning in her eyes that's flooding my body.
My dick is already hard as a rock. My balls are pulsing with desire for her.
Have been since I first laid eyes on her.
Come hell or high water, I'm going to fuck her senseless until she screams my name and forgets that any other man ever existed.
She looks up at me with those incredible green eyes.
The moment her tongue flicks out, I'm done for.
I grab the back of her neck with one hand and her ass with the other.
My cock is already leaking precum by the time my palm makes contact with the soft flesh of her ass.
I lift her against the wall and press my mouth down on hers.
She doesn't hesitate. Her lips part, and my tongue enters.
Flicks against hers at the same moment. She's so close now, I can feel the erratic beat of her heart.
One of her hands buries itself in my hair, the other still lies against my chest, but now it curls into my suit jacket, pulling me tighter against her.
Her legs scissor around my hips while my hand on her ass keeps her up, and the wall adds additional leverage.
A small whimper escapes her when my palm closes too hard around her ass, but hell, I can't help it.
Never in my life have I wanted to devour somebody like I do her.
Devour is just the right word, too. I want to lick her, fuck her, taste her.
I want to own every cell of her body. There won't be an inch that I haven't explored when I'm done with her.
Not that I'll ever be done with her. Because whether she likes it or not.
She's mine. Utterly, completely, irrevocably, MINE.
There will be no out for her. As much as I'd like to say I'd let her go if she really wanted to, I'm not that kind of man.
Once I possess something, I won't let it go.
Least of all her. For her sake, I just hope she will want to stay with me.
She tastes like a goddess; my tongue can't get enough of exploring her mouth.
My palm is still massaging her ass, moving forward now.
She's slick. Wet. I can feel it even through her panties.
Good, because I don't know if I could summon the patience to wait right now.
My cock is pulsing. Pressing against her with need.
The wall, and her legs scissored around me, hold her up enough for me to pull her panties to the side.
Fuck, she's wet. A deep moan escapes her when my fingers brush against her opening and clit.
Her legs tighten around me, and her hips move against me.
She presses herself against my hand and moans.
I free my cock. There is no foreplay, just raw, animal lust. The moment I spear into her, a rush moves through my head.
I've fucked so many women, I lost count, but never, ever, have I felt this kind of rush.
Had I needed any more proof that she was mine, this would be it.
I jerk up, and she pushes down until I'm all the way sheathed inside her.
Only then do I take a moment. Just a moment.
Fuck, she feels good. Tight. Hot. Just right.
Her head rears back, and I latch on to her throat, sucking, nibbling, fighting the urge to fucking bite her.
Where the hell did that come from? I want to consume her.
From head to toe. I need to possess her. Her body, her mind, and her soul.
Both of my hands grab onto her ass now as I move her up and down my cock. Her hands grab on to my shoulders for leverage, her head still leaned back, her eyes half closed as the most alluring sounds escape her. Sounds that make me pump even harder into her.
Her hands dig through my jacket into my shoulders; her thighs press against my hips like a vise. Her entire body goes stiff as she gets closer to coming.
"That's it, baby. Lose yourself to me," I groan, working her harder.
"Gabe," she mumbles, and my name coming from her lips is music to my ears, I never thought I would hear.
"Fuck, that pussy of yours is just right for me." I grunt, pumping one more time, before I feel her walls close around my dick. Massaging it, milking it.
A loud, keening sound escapes her, one I feel against my lips, latched against her throat again.
She's panting, sucking in oxygen through her mouth while everything around me goes up in fireworks as my seed spills into her.
Not until that moment had I thought about a condom.
Not for a second. The thought of filling her, of impregnating her, almost makes me come again.
"Gabe, that was… that was…" she starts.
"We're not done, baby," I growl. Not by a long shot. I've waited too fucking long to own her body.
I lift her off the wall and stagger us to the couch, never letting my cock slip out of her.
Her cunt is so tight around me that it nearly makes me lose it again.
Her heels dig into my back. I put her down with a thud.
She looks up at me, chest heaving, throat red with my bites, lips parted, eyes unfocused.
Her hair's a fucking mess, and I want her even more for it.
I bare my teeth and claim her mouth again, slower this time, deeper, slow-rolling thrusts that build the hunger in her until she starts to squirm and grind back up at me.
I lock her wrists above her head with one hand, using the other to thread between us and thumb her clit just the way I know she needs.
Her body arches clean off the cushions, and a scream rips out of her, the kind of sound that makes a man want to ruin her for good. She comes around my cock, a ripple of spasms that feels like heaven and hell and pure fucking sin wrapped in velvet.
She keeps her eyes open the whole time, green and gold flecked, glazed and dazed, but never not on me.
My hand is fucking trembling with how much I need her.
My fingernails dig crescents into her thighs as I ride it out with her, as if I can pin her soul down and keep it from ever floating away from me.
Her hands wrap around my neck, desperate, pulling me down into her; her mouth is a panting wildfire on my jaw, my ear, the curve of my shoulder.
I want to take her apart again, make her come until she forgets her own name and all that exists for her is me, me, me.
"Audra," I snarl, and the sound of it shocks me with its need. She shudders and pushes her hips up, desperate for more.
"Gabe, I—" She doesn't even finish. Her body says it for her. She starts to shake, her legs locking around my waist again, and I know she's right on the edge of another orgasm. Unbelievably, I come for a second time, while her pussy's milking every last bit of sensation out of me.
I slow my thrusts until she settles, until her limbs go slack and she's making soft keening noises in the back of her throat. I kiss her, a real one this time, and she kisses me right back, her hands cradling my jaw, her body shivering through the aftershocks.
Still inside her, I open her blouse, starved for the sight of her tits. Her body quakes under me as I push first one, then the other breast over the nest of her bra.
"Fucking perfect," I rasp, staring at the rosy nipples standing fully to attention.
An open invitation that I can't resist. I lean forward, grab her breast with both hands, and close my lips over the bud.
"Shit," she hisses, and I feel her pussy tightening around my cock, bringing the half-dead bastard back to life.
I twirl my tongue around the erect nipple, relishing in the firmness that isn't hard. A kind of delicate tension, like something drawn tight just beneath the surface of the skin. Sensitive. Alive. The slightest pressure makes it react, tighten further, almost as if it's responding on its own.
Warm, too. Not rough, not soft, somewhere in between.
Smooth, but with that faint resistance that makes every touch more noticeable.
More intentional. The softness around it, yielding.
The center, taut and responsive. I'm enjoying her soft little moans of pleasure and switch to kneading her other breast.
"Oh fuck," she moans, her head moving from side to side.
I let go for a second, the sight of her, this undone underneath me, stiffens my cock more, bringing another reaction from her.
I move, just slightly, watching her lips part, and listen to her sharp intakes and exhales.
Never before have I paid attention like this to a woman.
I've made them come, of course, but it was more a relief, a means to letting myself go.
This is different. Different on a level I don't fully understand.
But watching her? As she's falling apart?
As I'm ruining her? Fuck that's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
And I'm a king of Vegas. I've seen a lot of erotic things.
"That's it, baby," I praise, rolling my hips so my cock glides against her clit, relishing her soft hisses.
I nibble on her nipple, pulling it up with my teeth, and her entire body seems to hum and vibrate. I free one of my hands and move it between her legs. She's soaking wet. Still. Again. I rub my thumb across her clit. Slow circles that have her squirming.
"Gabe!" My name from her lips is nothing but a plea. A breath.
I move my cock back and forward, sucking on her nipple, plucking on her clit. Tears roll down her cheeks.
"Gabe," she calls again. Her hips rock against me.
"Oh yeah, come for me, baby."
I watch her, watch every expression, every smile, every flutter of those long eyelashes as her pussy convulses against me.
My dick wants to come, but I stop it. Like I said, I'm not done with her.
Not by a long shot. As her back arches and her walls milk me once again, I force myself not to come and press out, "Just so we're clear. You're mine!"
"Fuck. Gabe!"
I give her a few seconds to catch her breath, then I lift her off the couch and, stepping out of my pants, I carry her into my bedroom. Not caring one bit that my discarded clothes lie on the floor for her mother to see, or even if the old bat came out somewhere in between.
Unceremoniously, I deposit Audra on the bed.
"Now, let me see that pretty pussy of yours."
I tear the skirt down her legs, not caring for the sound of ripping one way or another. Then the slip comes apart, and I part her knees to stare at her glistening folds.
"Fuck. Audra. That pussy is perfect." I mean it too.
I lick my lips. I can't wait to taste her. Leaning forward, I spread her legs a bit wider to accommodate my shoulders and begin licking.
"Gabe!" she screams at the first lick.
"Delicious," I mumble. Inserting a finger into her slick hole, then two.
"Gabe." There is a plea in her voice. Almost a sob.
I hold her hips down with one hand and begin to feast in earnest. Licking, sucking, rolling that clit between my teeth, listening to her breathless keening.
Fuck, she's hot. Three fingers in, I curl them just so, and she screams. Her body spasms all around me.
When I come up, she has one arm slung over her forehead, and her hair is a wild mess spread out like a halo around her.
Her breasts are heaving up and down, still half in, half out of her bra. She's utterly beautiful.
Her lips are moist and swollen and slightly parted. I move a finger against her clit, and she moans. "Mercy. Mercy, please."
A wicked grin spreads over my face. Now she's giving me a challenge.
I move her around to get a good view of her ass.
Just like the rest of her, it's fucking perfection.
Just the right amount of meat on it to fill my greedy hands.
I pull up her hips to get her on her hands and knees, but she flops back down.
"Mercy. Please," she begs again.
She's begging the wrong man. If I have to hold her up, I will. Her body is like a rag doll when I enter her again from behind. But she's helpless to stop the moans escaping her. I take her hips into both hands and move her up and down my cock.
"Fuck, yes!" I exclaim.
"Oh shit, Gabe," she pants. "I think I'm coming again."
"That's the idea, baby," I laugh, grabbing her hips harder, moving her back and forward, watching those incredible tits of hers move with the same rhythm, still outside their silky cages.