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“Good girl.”

I released her breast and slid my hand to her ass, and what a fine ass it was. By far my favorite feature even though all of her was sheer perfection.

I slid my finger through her slick dew and up to her tight rosette. Now she had a finger in each hole, and I rubbed the thin membrane wall that separated the two entrances. Rose nearly collapsed in my arms. A loud groan emanated from her tiny frame.

I pulled both fingers out and gave her succulent ass a smack. The spank was meant to be a reset. But she loved it and jutted her ass out, inviting me to deliver more. I obliged, bringing my hand down on her cool skin several times until it shone pink in the reflection of the twinkle lights.

I plunged my finger back inside her ass, and the other inside her needy pussy. “Do you want to come for your Master?”

“Yes! Please, Master Heimdall, please let me come!”

I fucked her hard and fast from both ends and within seconds her walls spasmed, milking my fingers tightly as she fell apart under the starry night sky. It was time to take this party inside.

Chapter Fourteen

Rose

Gabe scooped me up in his arms and carried me bridal style inside and down a hallway, passing a few doors before booting one open that led to his bedroom. It was a good thing too, because holding back a release had been exhausting, and the final release, earth shattering.

Gabe looked hungry, for me, and I felt a thrill of excitement move through my body that instantly restored my energy and replenished my desire for more. He placed me on my feet, without shoes, I’d lost those somewhere on the deck, and with barely reaching his shoulder, I realized that 5’5” was really short when compared with him. I didn’t find the size difference intimidating. In fact quite the opposite. With those bulging muscles, tossing me around like a ragdoll would be child’s play… I inwardly smirked at the pun.

Gabe didn’t toss me, instead he backed me up until the backs of my thighs hit the edge of the mattress, forcing me to sit. “Scooch back and spread your legs for your Master.”

No need to tell me twice. I moved back, and widened my thighs as far as they would go.

“You look good enough to eat,” he said. His tone held a gruff edge, similar to in his office when he’d had his cock down my throat.

He removed the black shirt that fit his muscled torso like a second skin. My nipples pebbled just looking at him. He was ruggedly handsome, so much so that gazing at him filled all my senses. When he undid the buttons on his jeans, I licked my lips with anticipation. When they fell to the floor and he stepped out of them, I was happy to see that he wasn’t wearing any boxers. Not that his skin-tight bamboo boxer briefs weren’t attractive, but seeing his junk uncovered, with precum on the tip of his very hard, very large cock, was the best.

My lips parted, hoping he’d control me again and shove his member inside my throat. I’d had that desire since our sexy time in his office, and was surprised, because I’d never really craved giving oral, just receiving it, but his velvet-covered iron rod had tasted like candy and I wanted more.

I wanted him inside of me, either orifice would do, but somehow I knew he wasn’t done torturing me yet. He climbed onto the bed and I held my breath, silently begging him to thrust that giant snake into my needy cunt.

He pressed his cock head to my entrance, and I watched, entranced as he nudged against my opening. Oh please, please, please thrust it inside of me! But no… instead of impaling me, he pulled back and dropped his torso between my thighs and wrapped his muscular arms around them.

His tongue swept between my puffy lips and gently suckled my clit. My hips naturally lifted, wanting to thrust into his mouth, but he pressed my thighs into the mattress and clamped down on my clit. It was so sudden, my body spasmed uncontrollably with my release. I shrieked with the sudden onslaught, my brain barely processing what just happened when Gabe replaced his chest with his hips and thrust his cock inside of me. But he didn’t ride my release in search of his own. He held me tight, maintaining eye contact while he slowly thrust all the way in, and almost all the way out. Oh, sweet friction! What a man, making love to me, instead of fucking me. Although I loved both, having a man make love to me hadn’t happened very often. I’d always searched for pleasure, not love, but Gabriel was making me question my choices with every thrust.

I soon lost myself in the possession that lay within his beautiful, but intense bluish/black orbs. That possession and desire were warring for supremacy and I wondered if he was staking a claim on me? Would I, could I, be his outside of work and the club. Was there a future in which we could be together fully and in the open? I hoped so because I could stare into those eyes and lose myself very easily.

Because of his size, each slow thrust rubbed my inner walls, before hitting that spot way in the back that made fireworks go off in my head. It was hard not to come, but not in the usual way, where my pleasure was overpowered and I’m flung off a cliff. This was a slow, deep burn that I’d never experienced at this intensity before, and I found that it was easier to allow him to pace us than for me to match his thrusts. There was something sublimely erotic about him making love to me that had me relax and enjoy like never before.

When I couldn’t take any more, and his thrusts became erratic, he changed the angle of his hips, hitting me hard in that special spot. I wrapped my ankles around his hips and clung on for dear life as he rode me.

“Now!” he yelled and I came apart while he thrust deep inside, his hips pressed firmly against my pelvis. I felt rope after rope of cum fill me to bursting. It was then that I realized that we hadn’t used a condom, we hadn’t in his office either and it wasn’t needed as I was on the pill. Before him, I always had and this was the first time I felt cum filling up my insides instead of a condom. It set off a second orgasm in me, and I cried out, digging my heels into his muscular ass.

Emotion stirred through me as we continued our eye contact. There was a reverence in his gaze now and I knew exactly how he felt. This pull between us had taken on a life all on its own. I wanted to tell him I loved him, that my feelings for him ran deep. But something held me back from doing so.

When he dropped to the bed rolling to his side, he took me with him. He pressed me back against his warm, broad chest and I snuggled in, sighing with contentment. A girl could get used to this. Just as I was beginning to nod off, Gabe announced he was taking a shower and invited me to join him.

I stood to follow him and felt his load trickling out of me and down my legs.

“That looks good.” Gabe lifted his chin toward my thighs. “I like seeing my cum dripping out of your sexy pussy.”

“Aren’t you the sweet talker?”

Gabe smirked as he led me into the massive walk-in shower. He turned on the water and pressed a few buttons, turned a few dials and water shot out from at least ten different jets.

“That’s a nice feature.” I leaned my head back and let the hot water soak in. When he didn’t respond, I cracked open an eye. He was admiring my body. Hadn’t he had enough? I lowered myself to my knees and gazed up at him.

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