"You only come when your eyes are on mine, got it?"
This again?Swallowing hard, I nod. No way in hell am I about to complain. Not when I need him to do that thing with his tongue again.
“Good girl,” he says, thrusting his fingers back inside me. His thumb draws circles over my clit, and his dark gaze holds mine, keeping me ensnared. “You want to come?” he asks, his voice dripping with promise.
“Yes,” I pant. “Please.”
An arrogant smirk tugs at his lips right before he curls his fingers, finding that hidden spot deep inside of me. Stars explode behind my eyes, but I only have seconds to relish in the pleasure crashing over me before Gabriel flips me onto my belly,his fingers never leaving my clit as his free hand yanks my hips back to his groin.
He draws out my release, leaving me trembling and breathless as small whimpers are torn from my throat.
"You doing okay, baby girl?" he asks, his voice tender.
I nod weakly, unable to form words as he rubs his cock against me. My shoulders sink into the mattress. I can barely breathe. It’s too much, yet still, I arch my back, my body silently begging for more.
He glides his dick between my folds, teasing me with the head.
So good.Shifting my weight, I press myself against him.
“Are you still worried about someone hearing us?”
“No,” I gasp, still struggling to catch my breath.
Gabriel continues with these slow, leisurely strokes, never sinking inside of me.
My brows pull together, and a small frustrated sound slips past my lips.
“You want more, baby girl?”
“Mmm.”
Gabriel chuckles, “Words, baby. I want to hear the words.”
“Yes,” I tell him. “More. Give me more.”
He sinks into me, his grip on my hips firm as he fills me completely. I cry out at the sensation, lost in the overwhelming pleasure.
"Beg me to fuck you," he commands, his voice rough with need.
Without hesitation, I comply. "Fuck me," I plead, my voice a desperate whisper. "Please, fuck me."
Drawing back, Gabriel slams his hips forward, sending shockwaves through my body. Pressing one hand over my head, I brace myself against his headboard.
"Holy—" His voice catches as he drives into me again, his movements becoming faster, deeper, more demanding. He's pushing me, testing my limits, and I welcome it, craving the intensity. “Fuck.”
He goes faster. Deeper. Gabriel pushes me to take all of him. And I do. Happily. He groans behind me and my toes curl, feeling my body coil tight once again.
His fingers flex against my skin, holding me in place as if afraid to let go.
Frustration has me biting my lip. He’s holding back. I can’t have that.
With a surge of boldness, I push up onto my hands and knees, arching my back, inviting him to take control. "More," I demand, my voice dripping with need. "Gabriel, give me more."
He growls in response, his fingers tangling in my hair, pulling my head back and exposing my neck. He twists the long strands of my hair around his fist.
The sensation sends shivers down my spine, a mix of pleasure and pain that ignites something primal within me.
He tugs harder and my scalp smarts, tears forming in the corners of my eyes.
