I swallow hard and force myself to meet his gaze. He’s enjoying watching me fall apart for him. He knows exactly what he’s doing, and a part of me wants to give in. But another part of me is scared he’ll bring up our earlier conversation after we’re finished, and it turns out the fear of facing it outweighs everything else.
“I’m all good,” I manage, my voice trembling as I step back. “Good night, Gabriel.”
His lips pull into a grin as he raises one brow in surprise. “Good night, Zalea.”
I rush back to my room, diving head-first onto my bed. Because while I may have found enough strength to walk away from Gabriel, I am nowhere near strong enough to ignore the ache he leaves behind.
NINETEEN
GABRIEL | FLORENCE
I can hearZalea moaning as she pleases herself, and it’s fucking torture. She forgot to shut the adjoining door between our rooms in her hurry to get away from me, and the last thing I expected to hear was her heavy breathing and soft whimpers only seconds later.
I stand between our doors, holding onto the frame for moral support while I stare at the ground and listen. A part of me contemplates telling her I can hear her, but a more selfish part of me just wants to listen to my girl make herself come, all on her own, just because she saw me without a shirt on.
My hard cock causes my sweatpants to tent and I give in to the urge to come right alongside her. I lean against the doorframe, pulling my sweatpants down just enough for my cock to spring free, stroking my length and using my pre-cum as lubrication.
God, she deserves to have that tight cunt pounded every single day, but I’m not about to storm in there, not after seeing how hard she fought to resist me. No, I’ll wait for her to beg me to be the one that makes her come.
I roll my head to the side, pumping rhythmically and I realize that I can see her reflection through the mirror hanging in her room, and what I see is riveting.
Zalea has her legs spread wide open, fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. Her eyes are closed, lips slightly parted, and all I want to do is walk over there and shove my cock into her waiting mouth.
I grit my teeth, working my cock faster as I watch her. There’s no way I’m going to last much longer.
She opens her eyes and finds me watching through the reflection, but instead of stopping, she holds my gaze and keeps going, thrusting her body down on her fingers now. Putting on a show just for me.
“Oh fuck, baby,” I can’t hold back any more as I pump into my own hand on a growl, cum shooting out of the tip and onto the wall in front of me.
Zalea’s lips curl into a satisfied smile. “Do you have a watching fetish I should know about?” she asks, breathily.
I can tell she’s trying to distract herself from the mounting orgasm inside of her and it takes everything in me not to walk over there and help her finish.
“I could watch you make yourself come all day,” I huff out, a lazy smile on my mouth.
“Hmm.” She smiles wickedly. “In that case, close the door.”
I pause. “What?”
“Close. The. Door.” She says, taking her time to enunciate each word.
I hold her gaze, realizing she’s trying to play a power game again. I let her have her way the first time, but that’s just because I was curious to see what she would do.
I’m not curious anymore.
Screw waiting for her to beg for me. I step into her room, and shut the door behind me.
“I meant with you on the other si?—”
“I know what you meant.” I walk to where she sits on the bed, her thrusting slowing to a stop as she watches me with wide eyes. “The answer is no.”
“What are yo?—”
I grab onto her face, pulling her towards my semi-hard cock. “Suck.”
“Excuse me?” her voice is muffled from my grip on her face but I can already see the pink crawling its way across her cheeks.
I don’t bother waiting, pushing the head against her lips. She hesitates before opening wide to take me all the way in. Zalea sucks my cock with her perfect mouth and I feel like I’m in fucking heaven.
