Page 37 of Finding Gwen

He stalked toward me, and before I knew what was happening, he had me pinned against the pantry cabinets, my ass pressed against the door with his arms on either side of me. “Maybe I need to fuck that attitude out of you.”

“Anthony, I—” I whimpered, his hands on my hips distracting me.

“Is that what you want, Gwendalyn?” One hand was traveling up my stomach, the other was still planted solidly on my hip. “You want to be my good girl?”

“Please.” I reached my arms up to wrap around his neck. In a flash, one of his hands had both of mine pinned above my head against the cabinet.

“Fuck,” he pressed his nose against my throat as he spoke, “I shouldn’t want to do this so much. I’ve tried to stay away, to give you space after the assault. But the things you make me want to do to you.”

“I don’t want space. You make me feel things I never knew I could. Please Anthony,” my voice a desperate plea at this point, “Touch me.”

“Because you asked so nicely.” He pushed my legs apart with his knee while his tongue was warming up on my neck. I was so far gone I barely registered his hand on my hip, moving as his fingers teased into the waistband of my leggings. My breath hitched when they slipped lower, past my upper thigh until they found my center. “You’re so wet, luce mia. Is all of this for me?”

All I could do was nod my head as his expert fingers moved my own wetness to my clit and began circling the little bundle of nerves. He expected me to talk right now? It only took a few seconds of his expert touch before I was practically melting into him. As my head fell back against the door, Anthony took the opportunity to nip at my exposed neck.

That’s all it took for an orgasm to overcome me. I closed my eyes and my attempt at staying quiet so Oliver didn’t wake up was quickly forgotten as a moan escaped from my throat. Anthony quickly claimed it by covering my mouth with his as his fingers continued their assault on my clit, drawing out my orgasm. Between his fingers and mouth, I barely registered the fact that his body was pressed against mine, until his hard length was pressed against my stomach.

“You feel that? You do that to me.” He pushed harder into me as he withdrew his hand from my leggings. I whimpered at the loss, wanting him to continue fucking me with his fingers, not stop.

“Anthony, don’t—” My protest was quickly silenced as he released my hands from above my head and lifted me up against his body by grabbing onto the back of my thighs. I gasped as he turned us around and placed me roughly on the kitchen island.

His eyes were now level with my unconstrained breasts, a fact he seemed all too aware of as one of his hands slipped under my shirt until he found my pebbled nipple and began rolling it between his fingers. Just as I began to moan my approval, his mouth was on me again, his tongue not hesitating to explore every inch of my mouth. His free hand was on the back of my neck, sliding up into the base of my hair, before he fisted it. All the sensations were putting my nerves into overdrive. I was getting closer to the edge, but something was holding me back.

“Anthony, please. Touch me again.”

“I’ll do one better. I want to taste you again.” He pulled his mouth away, taking my bottom lip with him as he gave it a gentle bite, moving his hand to free my other breast and giving it the same attention. “Lift that perfect ass of yours up or I’m going to have to buy you a new pair of pants. I’m too desperate of a man right now.”

I groaned as I positioned my hands on the island to push myself up. Then I froze.

Sensing my hesitation, Anthony stopped and withdrew his hand from my shirt. “Are you okay?” His eyes were laced with concern. “Fuck, I went too far.”

“No, NO!” I quickly fisted his shirt and pulled him closer to me. “It’s just, I’m not wearing cute panties or anything. Not to mention I’ve been chasing around Ollie all day. This isn’t sexy. I’m not sexy. This is—”

As if offended by my words, Anthony scoffed. In a blink of an eye, his hand was holding on to my throat, just below my jaw. The pressure from beneath pushed my head up so I could no longer see what he was doing.

“Now I’m only going to say this once, so listen very closely. I will not tolerate anyone talking bad about what’s mine. That includes you.” Shifting my head to the side, he marked a path from my collarbone to my ear with his tongue. “I don’t care if you’re wearing lace underwear or granny panties, it doesn’t matter. Because it’s all going to look the same, in a pile on my floor.”

Goosebumps began to form on my neck as he moved my head so I could look him in the eye. “Lift up so I can claim what’s mine, luce mia.”

As I shifted my hands back down to the island to lift myself up, he let go of my throat, moving to slide both of his hands under my ass and into the waistband of my leggings, swiftly pulling both them and my underwear off in one motion. I gasped at the feeling of the butcher block on my ass. I didn’t have much time to process it before Anthony had a hold of my knees and was pulling me toward the edge while spreading me wide. Positioning himself in the middle, he lowered himself down to one knee with hunger in his eyes.

I grabbed the edge of the island to keep myself from falling as Anthony moved his head to get his first taste. Swiping his tongue up between my lower lips, I gasped when he barely brushed my clit with the tip.

“Fuck Gwen, you taste even better than I remembered.” Plunging his tongue back toward my pussy, he began his assault on my body. His hands made their way up to my thighs, giving him the leverage to spread me even more. My back arched in an attempt to press myself into him.

“This pussy is mine.” He moved his tongue slick with my wetness back up to my clit. As he flattened his tongue to press against it, he moved his hand to position a finger at my entrance.

“Oh God, yes,” I sputtered, attempting to push my body onto his finger.

“No God here, luce mia, only me. Now tell me, do you want my fingers inside of you again or should I keep teasing you with my tongue?” He lazily flicked his tongue over my clit several times, making me squirm with need. What kind of question was that? I continued my sad attempts to force his fingers inside me. His hand on my thigh tightened its grip, and I gasped. “Words, Gwendalyn. I need words,” he growled.

“Your fingers! Your fingers, please!”

“Good girl.” He roughly shoved a finger inside of me as he sucked my clit in between his teeth. Immediately, he pulled out, plunging two fingers all the way in, curling them to hit that spot deep within. All it took was one, two, three strokes and I was spiraling.

My head hung back as I drew my bottom lip in between and bit down to stifle the scream threatening to escape. The force of my orgasm caused me to see stars. Anthony continued pumping in and out of my pussy, not stopping until he had licked up every drop of arousal.

Blinking away the stars, I looked down at him just as he withdrew his fingers and slipped them into his mouth. “I’ll never tire of this taste,” he grinned down at me. My heart was hammering so hard in my chest I was certain he could see. Standing, he grabbed a clean dish towel from a drawer, then wet it at the kitchen sink and returned to his spot between my legs. Kneeling once more, he cleaned me up as I sat happily sedated, watching him work. I had never been taken care of after any sort of sexual intercourse and a lady could get used to this kind of treatment. Standing up, Anthony gently grasped my chin between his thumb and finger, pulling me toward him. He gently kissed my lips and once again, I couldn’t help closing my eyes and melting into him. I didn’t want this moment to end. I wanted him to take me up to his room and have his way with me.

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