“You,” I tell him breathlessly. “It’s yours.”
His lips latch onto the sensitive skin between my shoulder and neck, his mouth finding the previous mark he left on my skin. He sucks on the tender flesh, hard, marking me in a visible way once again.
“All of it,” he rasps. “Every inch of this body is mine.”
Releasing my throat, he presses me forward. My hands meet the cool grass once more, but he doesn’t stop when I’m on my hands and knees. Instead, his palm presses between my shoulder blades, pushing me down until my cheek kisses the earth.
He slaps my ass, the sting reverberating through me.
Fuck. That one hurt.
“Stay still,” he commands, his hands gripping my ass. His cock continues its relentless assault while his fingers spread me open.
“Gabriel …” I try to coax him down from whatever ledge he’s on. I don’t know how much more my body can take. I’m soaking wet, my arousal dripping between my thighs as he pounds into me. He feels so good, but I’m utterly spent.
He wasn’t kidding when he said I wouldn’t be able to move. At the rate we’re going, he’ll have to carry me home when he finally finishes.
“Slow down.”
His fingers dig into my skin.
“No.”
He hits that spot deep inside of me, and I whimper. I can’t. I don’t have it in me to orgasm again.
I pant and claw at the grass, my body no longer feeling like it’s my own.
Gabriel doesn’t stop. He doesn’t slow down.
His ruthless pace goes on, and on, and on.
“I can’t,” I plead with him.
Another orgasm tears into me, ripping my sanity into shreds. I’m so fucking sensitive, my nerve endings made hyper-aware.
“Good girl,” he praises. “One more.”
There’s no fucking way. He can’t seriously expect a third orgasm out of me. It’s not possible.
“C-come inside me,” I whimper, hoping the allure of his release is enough to throw him over the edge. “I want you to come inside me, Gabriel.”
“Fuck,” he curses. “Not yet.”
He spreads my ass cheeks apart once more, only this time, he doesn’t stop there. One hand dips between us, gathering moisture from between my thighs.
“W-what are you doing?”
“It’s okay,” he tells me. “Relax.”
My breath stutters in my chest as he presses a wet finger to my other hole. Oh my god. What is he — He presses the digit inside of me, his cock relentless as he pounds into my pussy.
The different sensations, the pressure and stretch he elicits inside of me, it’s too much yet not enough.
“Have you ever taken a cock here?” he asks as his finger starts a slow and steady thrust in and out of me.
I shake my head, whimpering.
“Don’t worry,” he chuckles. “I’m not fucking your ass.”
