Chapter 18
Gabby leans forward, bracing on her hands again, her breasts swinging right out of reach from my lips. I swallow hard, freezing as her right nipple skims my lips.
Moaning, Gabby rocks side to side, then drifts the left one past my mouth. Each time I part my lips to latch on, she eases back, keeping them tantalizingly close, my tongue grazing the barest edge.
My cock aches with desire, bucking and kicking with wanting. My balls tighten with each teasing, torturous display of dominance Gabby shows me.
Then she sits back on me completely, playing with her tits and grinding on me, my naked cock pressed up against my navel while her pajama pants remain on.
Why won’t she take them off?
Her grinding, even like this, sends me back toward the edge I never really left.
“Gabby,” I whisper, my eyes shutting under the buckling weight of the pleasure.
My cock needs to come one way or another. That ruined orgasm she gave me, the one that only let me come about 4%, needs completion, and it comes surging back, ready to spill over with each buck of her hips.
I go still, my mouth opening, as my entire body becomes a fireworks show of sensory overload, my balls tightening until they’re a tense knot before the percussion begins—
SLAP!!
My eyes fly open as I feel a stinging sensation on my face, and then she's rearing back, slapping my dick and then squeezing my balls painfully.
“OWW!!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU! FUCK!!” I yell, bolting upright in response to the sudden pain and the frustrating yank away from my orgasmic tidal wave.
“Shut the fuck up!” Gabrielle yells as she pounces on me, her hand on my throat, throwing her full body weight on me like a leopard on prey, forcing me back onto my back.
Shock courses through me first, aware of how wide my eyes are open.
“You do not fucking talk to me like that!
Who the fuck do you think you are! You think you deserve to come after all the shit you put me through!
! You should be worshiping the ground that I walk on!
!! Grateful that I'm at least letting you touch me, you ungrateful little bitch!” she yells in my face.
At first, I thought this was just a game she was playing… and then I see the tears trailing down her furious features.
What the hell is going on?
I’ve never seen her like this.
Usually, I'm the one who likes being assertive, and if it were any other case, I'd have flipped her over by now and fucked her until she howled my name, until her back gave out. But I haven't earned the right to dominate her, even though I easily could.
And something about seeing her mad like this, choking me out, makes it hard not to come right now.
“You don't get to come, Lincoln.”
“Baby—”
“Don't fucking call me baby! You don't get to experience pleasure. You claim you love me and how sorry you are, well then show me bitch.”
I don’t know how to feel about her calling me bitch. Usually in any other situation, this would not be it for me… but the way she's mad, and how horny I feel right now, and how horny I know she is, it's doing something to me.
What am I going to say to her? No, I'm not a bitch?
The fact that she’s even in my room is an accomplishment. So I'm going to let her call me whatever she needs to in order to feel better. Maybe this is one of her ways of trying to work through things.
But it’s pure torture for me.
“I will fuck with you the way I want to fuck with you for as long as I want to fuck with you.
If you can't handle it then I'll leave. If you need to come that badly and that's what's most important to you because you have no fucking self-control…
then I'll gladly pack my bags and never see you again. Is that what you want?” she challenges.
“No,” I whisper, sounding small.
A new tear falls through her angry, gorgeous face, a work of art, her face and her body, her stretched, wavy hair falling over her as she removes the remnants of her clothes. I watch helplessly, finding it harder to swallow.
“What if I did give you another chance, Link? Would you cheat on me again?” she asks.
“Baby I-I mean…”
“Go ahead, say that you wouldn't. Because you already vowed to me that you would be faithful, didn't you?” she says, as she straddles me again, completely naked, having pulled my boxers off completely and thrown them to one side of the room.
Now both of us are completely unclad. She rests her pussy right on the underside of my dick, my frenulum dragging through the warm and wet curves of her folds as she digs her nails into my chest.
She never lets me go in. Even when her grinding causes my tip to kiss the entrance of her vagina, it slides right on by, just a pair of lips coating the underside of my dick as she slides.
“Would you waste that second chance?”
“No. I love you. I never stopped loving you. The whole 2 years without you I've been going crazy. And I'm so sorry I hurt you baby. I'm so sorry. I know that doesn't mean anything but—”
“Finding that hard to believe when you could just run to Sarah.”
“Baby I don't want Sarah. I called it off with her.”
“Yeah out of sight out of mind right?”
I don’t know what to say. I broke her trust, so anything I say isn’t going to matter.
“Well, show me Lincoln. Show me how much self-control you have,” she says through her teeth as she leans forward, drawing her tongue up my throat.
Oh my God.
My dick must be cursing in whatever language it speaks, because as she leans over me like this, and my dick is standing straight up now, no longer bound by her weight pressing it into me, it is right at the door to her pussy.
If I were to buck my hips up, I could go in right now.
“You're not allowed to come Lincoln,” she says into my throat as she licks the other side and then kisses me, pulling my bottom lip between her teeth, stretching it as she pulls back, eliciting a hiss of pain from me.
“You're not allowed to put your dick inside of me and you're not allowed to come until I tell you you're allowed to come. And if you can't do that then you have no self-control, then you would have proven to me that I was right to cut you out of my life.”
“Babe—Gabby, that's not fair.”
“Boo fucking HOO. Life ain't fair is it.”
She continues grinding her pussy on me, bracing her hands against my chest, then she sits up fully.
“Show me that you're a man Lincoln. Show me the self-control you made me believe you had before you cheated. Show me how much you want me like you say you do.”
She backs up and her mouth is on me again, deep-throating me so fast that I roar in surprise and unrelenting desire. There’s that orgasm again.
But she stops before I go over, then straddles me again. Once again she positions her pussy over my frenulum and does that sensual roll right over me.
Leaning forward, she backs up ever so slowly so the tip of my cock is right there, as if ready to push down on me so I can go in, but she doesn’t.
My hands naturally end up on her thighs and her ass. I bite my bottom lip until it draws blood. My eyes go skyward as I try my best to concentrate, feeling my orgasm teetering along the shore’s edge, playing chicken with the water.
To get wet or not to get wet.
That… is the impossible.
What kind of torment is this? Where I want to come as badly as I don’t, because coming would be the ultimate prize. But then I would lose her, just like I did with Sarah, the irony not lost on me.
If I hold off, which is almost impossible to do with her grinding on me like this, then she stays. Then I might possibly have a second chance, even if it’s a pipe dream. Even if she’s saying it just to string me along.
“Mmm,” I groan, and she sits back further, my tip sliding in a little more. My whole body goes stiff, fighting with everything I have, with every section of my soul, not to let go. Not to let my orgasm pour over. Grunting another exhale, the climax starts poking holes through my resolve.
Oh no.
“Gabby… oh God… no… no,” I say, shutting my eyes tighter, feeling myself going over. “Baby… no.”
“You better not fucking come, Link! I swear to God! If you fucking come, you will never see me again!”
And as this cruel woman says this, she sinks back even further onto me, my dick almost fully going in, the mushroom tip almost completely inside her.
“Nnn-no, oh God no please. It's not fair please,” my voice whines like a whimpering pup, because I’m about to lose control, this is impossible. There’s no way I can stop it.
My body starts to relax, accepting that I’ve lost the battle.
But she slaps my face and scrunches my balls again, causing me to buckle forward in pain. Her hand finds my throat again, shoving me back onto the bed. The dull and yet sharp ache in my stomach from my balls being crushed radiates outward, and the weirdest thing happens.
Even though my orgasm staves off a little, and my body shakes uncontrollably to the point where even my breathing stutters, I’m still monumentally horny.
This time, Gabby sits down on the underside of my dick again, sandwiching it between us as she rubs her wetness over it. Not even five seconds of this and my orgasm doubles back, desperate through any means necessary to escape.
I know there’s a thick load behind all of this punishment. My cock throbs to the beat of my heart as I try to hold my breath, my fists held tight and resting on Gabrielle’s thighs.
There’s an annoying and jarring noise.
Dammit. My phone is ringing.
“Fuck!” I yell out. “I’m so sorry,” I whimper, reaching over to my right.
“What does this bitch want?” I say angrily.
“Let me guess,” Gabby says, easing off me and flipping onto her right side, elbow tucked under her as she cradles her head, eyes fixed on mine.
“It’s something about work. Sarah says the boss needs me to review something.”
“On Christmas?” Gabby asks incredulously.
“Fuck them. They don't matter,” I say hungrily, climbing on top of her, kissing her neck, kissing her mouth, but Gabby slowly pushes me away with her foot.