Page 44 of Daddy's Obsession


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It’s an odd sensation, being filled. It’s not painful, justnew and a bit uncomfortable. It isn’t long before I adjust, though, and Gabriel’s expert tongue does a marvelous job of distracting me.

“How’s that feel?” he asks me, his breath warm against my skin.

“So good,” I moan. “So fucking good, Gabriel.”

I can practically feel his smile against my pussy. “C’est bon.”

“I think I’m… Oh, God, I’m going to come again. I’m going to—”

Gabriel keeps at it, picking up speed until I’m once again riding the crest and rush of climax. Every muscle and bone are elastic, my exhaustion and stress melting away along with my worries.

He rises with a smug grin on his lips. “Ready for more?”

I throw my arms around his neck and nod. “How do I say kiss me in French?”

“Embrasse-moi,” he says.

“Embrasse-moi,” I repeat, smiling dopily.

Gabriel smiles, leaning in to claim my mouth. I can taste myself on him, my heart racing loudly in my chest. A giddy giggle bubbles past my lips when he picks me up again, carrying me out of the bathroom toward the bed on his side of our shared hotel room. He sets me down gingerly, handling me like fine crystal. I prop myself up on my elbows and watch as he finally undresses. His shirt is the first to go.

And oh. Oh,wow.

Turns out his Red Raven crest isn’t the only tattoo he has. Gabriel’scoveredin ink. He’s always wearing stuffy, long-sleeve dress shirts, so I’ve never noticed them before. His chiseled chest sports an intricate geometric design. His washboard abs sport a fierce tiger mid-growl, its claws hooking over his hips.

He drops his pants.

My mouth goes dry becausedamn! Gabriel Lacroix is fucking massive. Massive and thick and delicious. I can’t look away. He really is a sight to behold.

“There’s no way that’s going to fit,” I blurt out without thinking.

Gabriel chuckles, crawling onto the bed. He looms over me and settles between my legs. “Do you want me to stop? All you have to do is tell me, petit oiseau.”

I’m intimidated and out of my depth but stopping is the last thing I want right now. I want to feel good, and I want to return the favor. I need his hands on me, need to feel his weight pressed against me. Reaching up to comb my fingers through his hair, I lick my lips.

“Keep going,” I whisper. “Just… will you please be gentle?”

Gabriel kisses the tip of my nose, the warmth in his eyes leaving me speechless. “Of course I’ll be gentle, Raquel. Though you should know, the next time we do this, I thoroughly intend on ruining you.”

He spreads my legs a little wider, dragging the hot, blunt tip of his cock up and down my slick folds. I don’t know what I’m supposed to concentrate on. The sensation. The way his gorgeously sculpted body looks hovering above mine. The way his pupils are blown wide, his lips swollen from our passionate kisses. He lines himself up with my entrance, a bead of sweat building at his temple.

“Are you ready?” he asks me.

I love how considerate he is. I nod, managing a breathy, “Yes.”

Gabriel presses into me slowly, my walls stretching to accommodate his thick cock. He’s done a magnificent job of preparing me with his fingers and tongue, but it’s nothing compared to the heat of his long shaft. I throw my head back and moan, legs shaking as he buries himself deeper, deeper, and deeper still. I clutch at the bedsheets, barely able to hear his sweet encouragements over the rush of blood past my ears.

I’m not going to lie, it hurts. It’s not a terrible kind of pain, just a dull sting I quickly get used to. Gabriel kisses me through it by way of apology, stroking my hair and whispering —probably filthy— things in French against my ear. At some point, he settles, our hips flush together.

“So nice and tight,” he growls possessively. “I can feel your pretty little pussy clenching around me, ma petite.”

My walls flutter around him, the sting ebbing into pleasure. “Please m-move.”

“Say it in French.”

I let out a frustrated huff, my hips grinding against the sheets. “I thought you said you weren’t going to be my French teacher.”

“I say a lot of stuff. Things change. Like how I promised myself I wouldn’t fuck you.”

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