“…But I promised I’d make it up to you if you came home,” he says, voice dark and sinful. “And I will.”
Then his tongue is on me again, flicking so violently against my clit that I can’t even think. I can’t breathe. He sucks down on it and my toes curl into the carpet of his rug as if I can get away.
I tip forward, desperate, my legs shaking, and just when I’m about to come, right when I’m about to get the best of orgasm of my life, his thumb presses against my ass to send another sharp, completely unexpected jolt of pleasure through me.
It’s too much. I feel it in the follicles of my hair, in my nipples, my stomach, my pelvis and my clit—
“Gabriel,” I moan, my body going taut then soft, pleasure hitting me like a freight train and this time he doesn’t stop it from coming. He doesn’t make me wait. It’s relief. Sweet relief.
My chest caves forward, my abs clench so tight it nearly hurts. There are different kinds of orgasms, and this one feels devastating. A long, drawn-out wrecking of all my senses. His fingers keep pumping inside me, drawing it out, dragging it out, making it last, until I can’t tell where that one started and ended because I’m rolling into another one.
There’s no rest, no mercy—he’s already back at my opening, lapping me up, groaning against my soaked, swollen pussy like he can’t get enough. I come again.
“Oh, oh my…” I moan; my knees shake.
“Fuck. I can feel your walls squeezing me so tight. I can’t wait anymore.” He groans against my pussy then pulls back just long enough to shove his sweatpants down. I feel the hot, heavy, completely naked weight of him press against my entrance. The slick head of his cock glides over my drenched pussy, teasing, before he pushes in just enough to have me whimpering.
“You’re still orgasming, aren’t you” he asks.
“I… I don’t know.”
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” He curses, squeezes my hips to steady himself and inches in a little bit more. “I can put a condom on,” he rasps, voice thick with need from behind me. “I bought more at the store last week.”
“You better not,” I snap, barely able to form words as his fingers find my clit again, rubbing tight, brutal circles that make my hips jolt forward.
He chuckles darkly. “As you wish.” And then slides into me inone deep, smooth thrust.
I cry out as my body stretches around him, the thickness of him almost too much after my orgasm, my nerves still lit up and aching in the best possible way. I’m too sensitive, every inch of me raw and awake, and somehow that only makes it better.
My walls tighten around him as he fills me, the angle hitting something inside me that sends heat spiraling through my stomach. It’s overwhelming, the pressure, the fullness, the steady pulse of him inside me. So good. Almost too good. And I feel it everywhere.
He steadies me, grips my hips tighter, lifts them just enough to position himself deeper. My toes are almost off the ground, his cock filling me completely. My leg, still propped on the couch, trembles as he pulls back, almost all the way out—then drives into me again, hard, to the bottom.
“Oh, god,” I moan, voice wrecked, fingers curling into the couch for any kind of anchor.
“Yeah,” he huffs behind me, voice ragged and possessive. “This feels right. There’s nothing better in the world than feeling my cum still inside of you. Waiting for me to fill you up again.”
And dammit, that’s hot. Everything Gabriel says turns me on. I’m convinced he could make me come with just his words. He takes another, long stroke, pulling out almost completely then bottoming out. And again.And again.Smooth, deep, angled, each thrust forcing me forward, forcing me open, making me take all of him.
“Gabriel, please,” I curse, my voice raw, desperate.
The next time he goes even deeper. I scream, fingers clawing at the couch as pleasure spikes through me like a live wire. Another orgasm is close but before I can reach it, he pulls out completely. I barely have time to register the loss before he’s turning me around so fast my head spins.
“W-what are you doing?” I gasp, breathless, still trembling from how close I was.
He doesn’t answer. Just sits me down, my bare ass on his couch, yanks me to the edge, drops to his knees in front of me, and spreads my thighs wide, his hands gripping my body and positioning me like he owns me.
I fear after tonight, he might.
Then he grins—wicked, knowing—before lowering his mouth to me again. His tongue drags up my pussy in one slow, unholy stripe, ending in a sharp, devastating flick over my clit.
“Yes,” I moan, body jerking, hips rocking forward, chasing that friction, that pressure, that high.
I want more.
“But I want your cock too,” I plead, rolling my hips against his face because his face will do for now, but that cock... It’s the biggest I’ve ever had. It’s thethickest. It’s theheaviest. It fills me in ways that I’ve never felt properly filled before.
“You will,” he grunts against my entrance, voice low and vibrating through me, making me shudder. “But first, I want you coming on my face again.”
