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“I want to feel your teeth, Clementine. I need them to scrape against me,” he pants out.
I give him what he wants. He moans, and his thighs quiver beneath my hands.
His hips rock faster. “Play with my balls.”
I peek up at him and his eyes crash into mine as I cup his balls. He lets out a long hiss, and I taste the saltiness of the beginning of his release. I want it all. He rewards me a few short minutes later.
“Fuck,” he groans.
His hot release fills my mouth and I swallow every drop. He pulls himself from my mouth.
From my knees, I look up at him, licking my lips. “So good,” I say.
He still has a hold on my hair as he grins down at me. “This is only the beginning.”
My pussy clenches with hope that it might get the relief I so desperately need. He releases my hair and I stand, my aching breasts still exposed. I grab the top of my dress to pull it up, but he stops me. “Don’t.”
“Gabriel, we can't stay in here forever. It’s a public restroom,” I say.
“Well, then, we should hurry.” He grins, stroking himself. “Strip.”
“What?”
“Does that confuse you? Slide off your dress and remove your panties,” he says with no humor. “Now.”
I’ve never been this turned on in my life. The rough, deep sound of his voice, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I slide my dress down, and it floats to the floor. My fingers slip into my panties and I push them down my legs, stepping out of them. He stops me from removing my heels.
“Keep them on.” His eyes rake up and down my body, making me feel more exposed than I’ve ever felt. “Slowly, run your hands down your chest. Grab those perfect tits and massage them, then pinch those hard nipples.”
This isn’t something I’ve ever done before, touching myself in front of someone else. I can feel the wetness dripping down my legs. I need relief from this painful ache between my legs. It increases when I touch my breasts. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the agony, but it doesn’t help at all when I pinch my nipples.
“You like it don’t you, Clementine, touching yourself for me? You wish it was me don’t you? You want me to fuck you. Make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” he says in a husky voice.
I lock eyes with him and speak the only truth between us, “Yes.”
He steps toward me, slow and calculated, watching me with an inferno in his eyes. It chars wherever it touches. “Tell me what you want,” he says.
There’s a huge difference from thinking the things I want and actually saying them out loud. I’m not sure I have the confidence to find my words. I swallow a few times, but nothing comes out.
Gabriel stops in front of me, his hard cock in his hand. “Tell me or I’ll fucking walk away right now.”
The fear of him walking away right now loosens my tongue. “I want you to fuck me.”
He lifts my chin with his fingers. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me,” I whisper, completely consumed by him.
He spins me around and pins me against the gray marble counter. Our eyes meet in the mirror that stretches from the ceiling to the top of the marble. His jeans hit the floor.
“Fuck, I really got this cunt wet,” he hisses, running his fingers through my shameless arousal. “I’ve wanted my dick inside you since you first moved in with me.”
My head drops back to his shoulder. It feels good, but I need so much more.
“Please,” I beg.
“Fuck, yes. Beg me, Clementine. Tell me from that dirty mouth what you want.”
