Page 72 of Forever Mine

"Come for me, my love," I respond. We don't break eye contact as she tightens around me, bringing me to another orgasm.

I'm overcome with a sated sense of pleasure mixed with peace. I've finally found my happy place. Rises and sets in Monica's pussy. She's not getting rid of me now.

"Wow," she breathes.

"Yeah."

"That was intense. Right?"

"Mmhmm."

"I don't have the energy to eat," she whispers, and I chuckle against her neck. I can't seem to move. I don't want to pull out. I can't take away this connection.

"I'm too tired to eat," I respond as I lightly kiss her shoulder.

"I think you're dripping out of me,tesoro. We should at least clean ourselves up. Maybe we can nap and have dinner be a midnight snack?" Monica asks. "In case there's another round of this, I mean."

"There will be another round,querida. Maybe two. Got six months of pining for you and fucking my own damn fist. I need to make up for lost time."

"Oh," she murmurs as her cheeks adorably blush.

"Baby, you can't get bashful on me now. You were screaming for me to fuck you harder just a few minutes ago," I point out.

"I know, and for as loud and brash as I am, I've never been good with dirty talk."

"Shit, I'm sorry. Did I make you feel uncomfortable? Fuck," I say as I push a hand through my hair.

"No. No! I meant that I'm not good at talking dirty talk. You doing it … well, that really turned me on. I just don't know how to respond," she explains.

"You respond however you want,anjinho. As long as you tell me if I do something you don't like. Okay?"

Monica nods as I lean forward to peck her lips quickly. I move us into the small powder room on my first floor and gingerly pull out of her before setting her on the toilet lid. I take the decorative towels my sister bought for me and wet them with warm water, then crouch down to tenderly clean Monica. She may claim to be bashful with her voice, but she's definitely not embarrassed to show me her pussy. It's brilliantly red and looks well used. I'm feeling weirdly territorial and alpha male thinking of the abuse I plan on giving this little pocket of paradise.

I can't help but lean forward and kiss her clit, making her jump.

“Gabriel, no,” she stammers.

"What? Why?" I ask.

"You cameinme. We're all mixed together there. I need a shower …" Monica trails off.

"You think I give a fuck?" I shout incredulously as I lunge forward and latch onto her clit. I don't fucking care. I'm not one of those guys. A guy who expects a girl to swallow and brush her teeth before getting a thank-you kiss isn't a real man. I plan on having my tongue over every single inch of this woman. This amazing creature. I won't be asking her to shower before I do. I want her scent, her musk, all over me. And if a little of me gets mixed in while I'm bringing her pleasure, so be it.

"Gabriel!" she moans. "Daddy!"

I double down on my efforts as I suck her clit into my mouth and flick the bud simultaneously. An orgasm crashes through her a moment later. I patiently and tenderly lave at the bundle of nerves until she's finished shuddering.

"Fucking love when you call me that," I growl.

"Kiss me," she demands, and I give her a wolfish grin as I lean forward and smash our lips together. I know she can taste both our releases on my tongue, and she hums in delight.

"You were fucking made for me,querida," I murmur after breaking the kiss.

"And you were made for me,tesoro," she responds quietly.

"You and me. This is it, okay? We're it. I'm not letting you go,querida. You're mine. Forever."

"Forever," she replies.

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