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“Oh, God,” she gasped again. He felt her tense, but when he glanced up, she was shaking her head. “I’m sorry,” she rasped. “I’m sorry—I can’t.” She pressed her hands hard to the couch and eased away from his mouth.
“Shh,” he murmured. “We’re just getting started.”
“No.” She shook her head. “I can’t, and I don’t want you doing this just because you think I need it.”
“Jesus, Veronica. Do you think I don’t like this?”
She stared at him, mouth pressed together, forehead tight with a frown.
Gabe rose up on his knees. He tore open the button of his shorts. “You want to see how much I like it?”
Her eyes fell to his hands as he pulled down the zipper. She didn’t answer; she just watched as he pushed down his briefs and eased his cock out. “Look how hard I am,” he said, wrapping a fist around his cock. “That’s how turned on I am from eating your pussy.”
She was breathing harder again, the worry falling from her face. She licked her lips and they shone with a moisture that Gabe would die to feel around him.
“Here,” he murmured. “Feel how hard you make me.” He took her hand and slowly moved it toward his cock. She dragged her fingertips along the underside, making the breath shudder from his throat. Then her hand closed around him. Pleasure crashed over him.
“Oh,” she sighed, such a gentle sound compared to the violent need that twisted through him. “You are hard.”
He couldn’t help his desperate laugh. Yes, he was hard. He was fucking dying. She sat up a little to get a better angle. Then she squeezed him. “You’re big, Gabe.”
Oh, Jesus. He closed his eyes to shut out the sight of her. Her pale hand around his cock, her glistening mouth and wide eyes, and her pussy spread for him. He needed to push his hips forward. Needed her to guide his cock into her. He needed to fuck her hard and fast until he came deep inside her.
He couldn’t.
She stroked him then, and he couldn’t help the words that spilled from his lips. “Yes. Stroke me. Oh, fuck that feels good.” He opened his eyes to watch her hand work him slowly. The movements were clumsy, uncertain and the best fucking thing he’d felt in years.
“Oh,” she said again as her thumb slid over his head, smearing precome along his skin.
“I could come now,” he growled. “Just from looking at your pussy, just from your hand. I can still taste you, Veronica, and the taste of you in my mouth makes me want to come. Right now. So don’t think I don’t fucking love it.”
He backed away from her hand and shoved her thighs wide again, and he put his open mouth over her whole pussy.
“Oh!” she cried out.
She was going to come for him. He couldn’t believe she didn’t know that. Wetness was practically dripping from her now. He licked her clit and teased the opening of her pussy with a sliding finger. She bucked against him.
He didn’t want to hurt her, so he pressed only one finger in, being careful just in case. But he wasn’t going to hurt her. His finger slid in easily. He stroked her with it, and she wasn’t being so quiet anymore. She moaned and panted and her hands fisted his hair.
Gabe gently eased another finger inside her. Now it was tight. Now she squeezed against him, but her hips met the thrusts of his fingers eagerly, lifting up for more. He licked more firmly at her clit and quickened the push of his fingers, pressing up, stretching her a little, letting her body feel full, as if there were a cock inside her. As if she were truly getting fucked for the first time. But he kept his tongue steady. He kept it firm and quick and her thighs began to tremble.
“Fuck,” she gasped. “Gabe. Oh, fuck. I...” Her fingers tightened painfully in his hair. “Please don’t stop,” she begged. “Please. I’m sorry, just... Oh, fuck.”
Despite that growled curse, she still sounded surprised when she came. She gasped, her cry going high in shock, and then he felt her tight pussy spasm around his fingers. Her clit jumped under his tongue.
She seemed to hold her breath for a moment, and then she screamed, a rough cry full of released tension. A sob of pleasure mixed with pain. He didn’t slow his movements until he felt the pulse of her orgasm slowing. He didn’t stop until her hands pulled his head up.
“Oh, my God,” she sobbed over and over.
He smiled. He couldn’t help it. He didn’t mind that his scalp ached from the fists she’d twisted in his hair. He loved it. “Feel better?” he asked.
She stared at him with glazed eyes, then slowly nodded. “That was...” she started. She shook her head in confusion. “That was better than a vibrator. I didn’t think it would be.”
“Ha. Should I be flattered or insulted?”
“Definitely flattered.”
He rose up to his knees and watched her eyes widen.
