“This is so good… you’re fucking me,” she says in barely a whisper.
I lean down and kiss her, my cock unable to stand the slow pace much longer. “Yes, baby, I’m fucking you. And loving every second of it.”
She turns her head and bites my shoulder as I increase my pace. When her teeth clamp down around another cry of pleasure, I come inside her, shooting my seed deep into her channel. I collapse on top of her, our hearts beating against each other like jackhammers. She kisses my neck and holds on tight, and I can feel the last tremors of her pussy around my sated cock. I finally roll to the side and pull her close.
“How do you feel?” I ask.
She giggles tiredly and clings to me. “Perfect.”
“That’s what I was going for,” I tell her. “But you know, it can be even better the second time, and third and fourth…” I trail off when she dissolves into laughter.
“How can it be better?” she asks.
I close my eyes, needing a break before I can show her. “You’ll see,” I promise.
Chapter 9
Lorelei
I wake up after the best night of my life and roll to my side, watching Gabriel sleep. The sheet is half off his muscular chest, and I want to stroke his body, but also want to let him keep sleeping. He looks so peaceful and beautiful. He really is my hero. I didn’t believe that it could be better than the first time he put that huge cock inside me, but he didn’t lie. The second and third times were even more mind blowing.
Eventually, I give in and run my fingers over his chest, watching his nipples tighten. I want to peek under the covers and see if men really do wake up hard. If so, I’ll be ready. I’m sore from last night, but I don’t care. I want him so much, I nearly straddle him while he’s asleep. I gently kiss his lips, and his eyes finally open.
“Thank goodness,” I say. “I’m hungry.”
He stretches and scowls. “There’s food in the kitchen.”
Brazenly, I reach below the sheets and wrap my hand around his cock. Yes, good and hard. He lays back and closes his eyes.
“Lorelei,” he starts. I don’t like the tone of warning in his voice. Gabriel is clearly not a morning person. Learning this about him makes me smile. I run my thumb over the silky head of his cock, feeling the thick moisture there. I know he wants me. I’ll fight whatever argument he has. “I don’t know if this is a good idea,” he says, “I know you’ve got to be sore. I don’t want to hurt you, baby.”
I pull the sheet away and straddle him, both of us still completely naked. I slide my pussy along his shaft, watching him change his mind.
“You’re the best teacher,” I say. “But I need more lessons, don’t you think…Sir?”
He rolls his eyes at my silly banter, but reaches for my breasts. The tingling sensation of his fingers rolling my nipples makes me wetter than I already am. I pull his hand between my thighs so he can feel how ready I am for him. He groans and slips his fingers inside me, the heel of his hand pressing on my clit. The tender flesh sends more shockwaves of pleasure through my entire body, and I ride his hand until I get that wonderful buildup between my legs, like I’ll burst.
“Come for me, baby,” he says, pushing his fingers deep while I grind my clit against his palm.
The sound of his rumbling voice throws me over, and my pussy clenches as waves of sensation travel from my clit down to my toes and back up again. He drags his fingers out of me and raises them to his lips, licking my juices off each one with a satisfied look on his face. I’m ready for more just from looking at him. The way he enjoys my body gives me such a rush of power. There’s nothing better, not even winning a tough competition. In fact, I realize I haven’t given a single thought to the exhibition I’m missing since the moment I met Gabriel.
He’s still hard and throbbing, but instead of taking him in my hand and sliding that thick length inside my pussy, I decide I want to try something new. I get off him, ignoring his disappointed noises.
“I think you’ll like this,” I say, settling myself so I’m eye level with his cock. I blow across the tip and it jerks, as if it wants to be in my mouth as much as I want to suck it.
“I think you’re right,” he says, stroking my hair behind my ear.
First, I lick away the moisture beading at the tip and shoot a look up at Gabriel. He looks down at me, biting his lip and holding tight to the tangled sheets.
“Good so far?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says in a choked voice.
“I want to be very good at sucking your cock, Sir,” I say, feeling wicked.
I quickly learned he likes when I talk a little dirty and call him sir. I like it too. I never would have imagined how hot it makes me when he tells me I’m a good girl, but I’ve found I really do want to please him, just as I can tell how much he wants to make me feel good. He definitely succeeds, so now it’s my turn.
“Good girl,” he says. Then, dropping his head back against the pillows, he mutters, “Christ.”
