God-fucking-damn.
There was no one like Gabriela.
On a cheek-hugging withdraw, she paused to kiss my tip and flash me a smile, the little rhinestone in her canine glinting. “You like my mouth,bello?”
“Love it, baby.”
“So tell me.” Her soft exhale washed over my wet skin and I cursed. “I want to hear it.”
How could I forget? We both got off on the praise.
Gabriela’s mouth fell back on my cock with a hearty suck and my eyes nearly rolled back into my skull.
“Gabriela.” I removed one hand from the wheel and placed it on the back of her head, clutching fistfuls of those long red strands. “So good. You’re doing amazing. Don’t stop.Please.”
The threat—or promise, really—of my punishment and the figurative timer she was working with fueled her to blow me like she was making a statement. No other woman could get me this heated. Only her.
The inside of my sports car filled with the sloppy noises of her mouth hoovering my cock and the nonsensical words I panted.
I was close.
So. Fucking. Close.
My little doll was loving the ever hell out of this moment.
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 apop, 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 thestopbutton 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.
