Page 38 of Gabriel's Salvation

Both of our hands begin roaming. I grip her hard by the waist to hold her in place whereas her hands find their way into my hair, pulling and tugging as our kiss becomes more frenzied. I move my hands down to her ass so I can lift her. Her legs instinctively wrap around my waist as I spin us around to pin her against the wall. In this position her dress has ridden up high enough that all that's stopping my raging erection from forcing its way inside is my jeans and her thin, lacey panties.

I thrust myself against her and a breathy whimper escapes her lips. “Do you like that? Do you, my little slut?” I growl as I undo my jeans letting my cock spring out.

“Hmm I’ve had better,” she smirks. But the thought of anyone else fucking her, getting to watch her body shake the way it did last week fills me with a strange jealousy. Without thinking I thrust against her hard, not caring as I feel my cock push against her opening and slide in. That is until I hear a pained wimper. Fuck! I pull back so quickly I almost drop her.

“You weren't lying about being a virgin, were you?” I gasp.

“I told you, I'm not a liar,” she winces.

Putting her down I force myself back into my jeans and turn to leave, but she grabs hold of my arm.

“Stop shutting me out, Gabe,” she whispers as she turns me around so I'm forced to face her.

Avoiding her eyes, I whisper, “I don't know how to do this. Your first time should be with someone you love. Someone who loves you back. Not some dirty fuck on a rooftop, with an asshole like me.”

My mind thinks back to my first time with some woman I can barely even picture. High on a mixture of drugs and booze in some dirty basement somewhere.

“What if I don't want love and flowers? What if I just want this? Right here, with you?” she says softly as she reaches up to caress my face.

Leaning down, I take my hand and lift her chin to kiss her. I pull her body against mine to deepen the kiss, before finally lifting her and carrying her over to where the blanket is lying on the ground.

The whole time she makes no attempt to break our kiss or stop me so I carefully lay her down on the blanket. This is all new to me. I've slept with more girls than I can count. But never like this. I'm not a soft and sweet kind of guy. I don't do loving and soft kisses. I don't do romance and handholding and I definitely don't do it gently. Yet for her, I want to do all those things and more.

I slide my hand up her bare legs which she parts for me instantly, and then begin kissing her neck.

“Mmm, yeah,” she moans as I carefully slide my fingers inside of her. I remove the straps of her dress and bra, freeing one breast and I begin kissing and nipping it gently. The moans coming from her may be my undoing. I try to calm myself down because my cock is trying to jailbreak out of my pants and I might blow before this gets much further.

My fingers continue to slip in and out of her tight, moist heat. I can feel how wet she is for me so I undo my jeans, wanting nothing more than to fuck the life out of her.

“Are you sure?” I ask as I remove her underwear and line my thick, aching cock with her opening.

“I'm sure,” she confirms.

Slowly I push myself inside, being as slow and gentle as I can. God this is excruciating. I begin thrusting ever so slightly, terrified of hurting her any more. This continues for a couple of minutes, but it's almost impossible to hold myself back. A few small moans leave her mouth, but it's clear this isn't exactly going great.

“Gabe, ” she finally whispers, as I continue to thrust into her at a snail's pace.

“What?”

“I'm not some delicate doll that's going to break you know. You can move,” she laughs.

“But I don't want to hurt you, I'm trying to be gentle. I don't really know how to do this.” I reply, pushing back to look at her.

“I never said I wanted gentle. I want you to fuck me like you actually want to. Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me like I’m yours,” she whispers back.

Leaning down so my head is beside her ear I growl, “Be careful what you wish for, because once I fuck this tight little pussy, it will always be mine.”

Her breath hitches at my words and I know that she likes that idea. My dirty little slut likes the idea of being mine. Likes the thought of all the dirty things I want to do to her.

I wrap my hands around her throat as I thrust inside of her again. A gasp and moan leaves her lips.

“Last chance my beautiful, little slut; last chance to say stop before I destroy you,” I growl into her ear.

“Destroy me,” she pants back and with that, I thrust into her hard.

“Fuck!” she screams out, just as I feel some resistance.

Pulling back slightly I remove my hand from her throat and instead move it to her cheek. “Do you need me to stop?” I ask softly.

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