I arch beneath him, letting him pin my arm over my head. “I don’t want to want you this much,” I whisper.
He laughs as two thick fingers slide into me easily. “It’s not fair, is it?” he agrees, and groans. “Christ, you’re tightandwet. Fucking perfection, sweetness. You know you’re staying, don’t you?”
I nod on a sob, already falling apart beneath him. “I need to be more than just sex for a job, Gabriel,” I manage to force the words out.
Let me beg.
Please lie to me.
Say all the things I need to hear.
His fingers still inside me. “Make yourself come, Elena.”
“What?” My preorgasmic haze shatters as I peer up at him. Salty drops coat my cheeks.
I wiggle my hips, but he refuses to move. The thick intrusion inside me leaves me aching but just being there isn’t anywhere near enough for me to come.
“Give me your first orgasm. You’re soaked. You’re wearing my shirt. I want you to be mine.” He nuzzles along my jawline, discovering tender spots I don’t know I have. “Work yourself up on me and show me how you get yourself off.”
“I—” Heat suffuses my face as I shut down internally even as a rush of fluid coats the insides of my thighs.
Gabriel uses his knees to press my thighs wide, preventing me from shutting my legs when I tense. “Come on, sweetness. Every time you fight me, I’ll add an extra finger. How much can you stretch this pretty pussy for me?”
He slides a third inside me. I cry out at the burning pain that eases almost immediately. He pumps his hand once, coating his fingers and stops. The pleasure building instantly hits edging point and stays there.
I moan my frustration as he stares down at me, unmoving. “Please,” I beg. “I need…”
“I know,” Gabriel says softly. “I know, sweetness. I did something for you. Now I need something back. Can you do that for me? Show me,” he coos, circling my throat with his other hand and trapping my air gently.
Everything so, so gently.
I gush for him. “Fuck,” I whimper, rocking in time to the flex in his hand on my throat, syncing my movements with how he pulses and lets me breathe only to take my air away again.
“That’s it. Good girl,” he approves, timing my rocks with his hand. “Keep going. I wanna see you cream on my hand tonight. Work that pretty little cunt on my fingers like they’re your new favorite toy.”
I whimper, straining to press past the second knuckles. Pressure builds and I push a hand between us, working my clit. Gabriel allows it, though the trade off is that he takes more of my air with each pulse.
My moans fill the treehouse, cut off each time I raise my hips, seeking greater friction.
“Stunning,” he whispers as I lurch upright, pushing against his hand around my throat on a cry no one else hears and as I gush all over his hand.
“Gabriel—” I stutter out. My thighs strain, attempting to close as I force my pussy over the knuckles of all his fingers, impaling myself deeper on him.
“Christ, that’s a beautiful sight.” He leans down and licks my lips, sliding his tongue inside my mouth when I open for him.
Our mouths barely meet as he glides his tongue against mine. Pleasure ignites in me again. He spreads his fingers inside me and I cry out into his mouth. Dark eyes watch me, assessing my limits. The hand on my throat closes and doesn’t let go. Breath escapes me. I can’t inhale, but I keep trying, flailing in his hold as he murmurs his approval. His thumb works my clit fast, hand pumping inside me hard and rough. Faster than I can ever work myself.
I scream silently, already coming undone for him. Heat builds and builds as my orgasm crests but he doesn't release me. I come on his hand a second time, bucking my hips upward as he drives his hand deeper inside me than before. My scream tears at my throat, flexing beneath his hand.
“Need you,” I mouth before he kisses me, his tongue tracing along mine sensually.
My shudders and shivers subside as he lets my breath flow back in, stroking my clit gently.
“Gabriel,” I moan, rocking my hips. “I can’t keep up with you.”
He laughs softly. “Honey, when I’m here you’ll have my dick in you so often that you’ll beg me to leave.”
“Never.”
