Page 69 of Forever Mine

I can't fucking take it any longer.

I wanted to give Monica more time to heal. More time to process. More time to be absolutely sure she wants more with me. Because once this happens, all bets are off. I'm never letting her go. I already know she's going to ruin me. Her kisses speak to my heart. Her pussy is going to destroy my defenses.

"Oh, yes, thank God," Monica moans against my mouth as I pick her up and slam her against the wall. Fuck. I should be gentle. I should reel in my psycho right now. But she's grinding against me so fast and mumbling incoherently. I can't focus.

"Need you,querida, right fucking now," I mutter. Her legs are around my waist as I pull the zipper down on the back of her dress. Monica struggles to pull her dress down to her waist. I'm momentarily dumbfounded by the first view I get of her corset. "Puta merda. Holy shit. What are you wearing?"

"Put me down for a minute, and I'll show you," she responds, and I growl. I actually fucking growl. I want to see, but I also want- no,need- to bury myself deep in her womb and make her mine. I reluctantly place her down because clearly, she's excited to show me whatever is underneath the dress.

Monica slowly releases her dress, letting it fall into a pile on the floor. I'm speechless. Utterly captivated by the tiny little siren in front of me. She's stolen the breath from my lungs.Você é meu coração. She's my heart. My future. My love.Mine.

I must have stared too long because Monica's expression turns apprehensive.

"Is this- is it okay? I didn't think, I mean …" she trails off.

"Querida. You're stunning. You take my breath away," I whisper as I let my eyes draw up and down her body once more before I take her in my arms and push my hard-as-steel cock against her stomach. "I want to ravish you. Memorize every inch of your body. Taste every bit of your skin. Make you fucking unravel,anjinho. But if I don't get inside you soon, I'm likely to come in my pants like a teenager. I need you, baby," I murmur as I trail my lips down her neck and onto her shoulder. I kneel on the ground and suck one nipple through the corset. Her tits are a perfect handful. Monica's head falls back as a guttural moan leaves her lips, and I take the opportunity to pop her breast out of the corset and latch on, suckling hard.

"Fuck, Gabriel! Oh my God, don't stop," she calls out.

I know I said I needed to fuck her. But now that I'm on my knees and can smell the wetness seeping out of her, I have to taste her. I need to feel her quiver on my tongue. Right as I pop one of Monica's legs over my shoulder, her cell phone rings.

"Don't even fuckingthinkabout answering that," I warn. Not about to be cockblocked again by whoever that is. Probably Emily. Monica giggles lightly, but her eyes dance between me and the phone. "Anjinho, let me have this."

"Let you have what?" Monica whispers.

"Your taste on my tongue as you come for me," I respond before sliding her panties to the side and giving her one lick from bottom to top with the flat of my tongue. We groan simultaneously. "You taste so fucking good,querida. So fucking good."

I find a pattern that makes her squirm with need. Flick the clit, figure eight around it, then dip inside. My hand accidentally slips, and I touch her forbidden hole, but her moan tells me she'd definitely be up for some ass play. Monica's hands are gripping my hair, holding my head in place as she frantically fidgets while chasing her orgasm.

"Gabriel, hurry, please," she murmurs.

"Hurry?"

"I need to come. But I need you inside me more."

God damn.

I'm going to last all of two seconds inside her this turned on.

I double up on my efforts, sliding two fingers inside her channel and flicking upward to hit that bundle of nerves. Her muffled gasp tells me she's never had a guy find it, or she's never found it herself. I latch my lips around her clit and suck hard, feeling her clamp down on my fingers as her body bows off the wall in a spectacular orgasm. Shudders wrack her body as her legs crumble, but I keep her upright. I'm not done.

One orgasm isn't enough.

Hell, two or three aren't enough.

I want to keep her coming on my face the rest of the night. I want her clit to have a visible pulse. I nibble on her clit while tapping her G-spot, and she erupts again.

"Gabriel!" she cries.

"One more,querida," I demand as my fingers piston in and out, my tongue flicking her clit at the same rapid pace.

"Daddy!" she screams as she comes, and I am so fucking close to coming that I see stars. Once the tremors subside, I stand up, towering over her as my fingers slip out of her cunt.

"What did you call me?" I whisper. Her eyes widen.

"Daddy," she whimpers.

I'm so turned on I can't see straight.

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