I blow out a small breath. Hell yes, it was good. It was better than good. It was off the charts.
I nod and bite my lip.
“Good. That’s your first. The night’s still young,” he teases, getting out of the car.
He comes around and helps me out. My legs are a little wobbly and my dress is soaked. Thank god I can button my winter coat and hide my release. If someone were to see the wet spot on my dress, I think I’d die from embarrassment.
Back in my apartment, we discard our coats. And then he’s on me, picking me up and throwing me over his shoulder. “Gabe!”
“Bedroom?” he asks, his hand slapping my ass, then rubbing his palm over the spot to soothe the sting. It’s enough to make my pussy weep even further.
“Last door on the right.”
Sitting me back on my feet, he takes my lips, eating at them like he’s starving. Which is ironic since we just had each other this morning. But you wouldn’t know it by the way he’s acting. As he kisses me, he slides the straps of my dress down, exposing my nipples. They’re already stiff peaks. He continues to kiss me, tweaking my nipples, his hands wandering to the hem of my dress. Pushing it up, he exposes my slippery thighs, wet from my release. Not even looking, he swipes a finger through my slit. Just when I think he’s going to play with my clit, he removes his fingers and brushes my cum over my nipples, making them slick. Pushing me back on the bed, he comes over me and sucks a cum-covered nipple into his mouth. He slurps and sucks, clearly enjoying himself. My pussy is positively drenched.
“Please, Gabe,” I whisper. I need him inside me. He finishes his ministrations and discards his clothes, freeing his hard dick to my hungry gaze. Crawling over me, he gets between my legs and pushes inside. I’m so full and I love it. He strokes in and out of me and I watch him as he enters me with every thrust. Just watching him has me so close to the edge.
“You like to watch?” he grunts, thrusting deep.
I nod.
“Look to your right.”
I look in the mirror and I can see as he thrusts in and out of me, his hard muscles flexing, his tattoos moving with the rhythm. I watch until he growls under his breath, his large hands gripping my hips, then sliding under my backside. Palming my ass cheeks, he lifts me into his arms, never slipping from my body. Holding me, he turns around and sits down. I’m on his lap, his dick still seated inside me.
He starts to thrust again and I lift my hips and meet him thrust for thrust. I’m so wet at this point, Gabe is slick from his abs to his thighs, and he glides easily in and out of me. On the next thrust, I lean back and Gabe sneaks a hand between us, his thumb finding my clit. He rubs it and I go off like fireworks, my climax exploding.
“I’m coming!” I cry out, my pussy clamping down on Gabe’s dick. He grunts and follows me over, his muscles clenching as he comes.
We’re both dazed from our releases and we cling to each other, his cheek resting against my chest. He mumbles something, but I can’t make out what he said.
“Hmm?”
“I love you,” he says softly, looking into my eyes.
I didn’t know Gabe felt like that. But I feel it, too. I stroke a hand over his cheek. “I love you too, Gabe.”
He moves me off his lap and deposits me in bed, then joins me. No other words are needed.
LC Holdings, Downtown Chicago
Layla
I arrive at work just in the nick of time. I’m meeting with potential investors in thirty minutes. Walking through the lobby, I head straight to my office. Or at least I try to. I’m cut off mid-way by Cora, who’s eyeing me.
“Good morning!”
“Morning.”
“How was your night?” she asks innocently. But I get the feeling it’s anything but an innocent question.
“Um, just fine.”
“Just fine?” she asks, like she knows what I did last night. Which was Gabe.
I purse my lips. “Yes. It was just another evening.”
She narrows her eyes at me as we walk. “Are you sure about that?” she pushes.
