I hiked a brow and undid my belt buckle; the sound amplified in the quiet night. “Do I look like I’m done with you?”
“No.” Her breathing quickened when she saw me pull my belt out of the loops. “You look like you’re just getting started.”
Our gazes connected and the world slowed.
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 myuniverse. 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 ofhope. 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 whenyoustop torturingme.” 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 withmysmoke 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, heryesmuffled.
“Tell me why.” It was taking everything inside of me not to pin her down and justthrustthrusthrustinto 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.”
