Page 82 of Forever Mine

“I highly doubt that.”

He leans over me, swipes his other hand through my wetness, and then brings the fingers to my lips.

“Taste them.”

I immediately open my mouth and suck his fingers. He’s had me suck his fingers after they were inside me before, and it’s ridiculously hot. While I wouldn’t describe it as honey, there is a definite sweetness to it. Gabriel’s eyes darken as my tongue swirls around his fingers.

“I need you to ride me,querida. I want to watch you as you take your pleasure,” Gabriel whispers gravelly.

“Are you … are you already hard again?” I ask softly.

He nods. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you. I’m in a perpetual state of hardness when you’re around. Fucking ride me,amor.”

He grasps me around the waist and positions me above him, and I sink down onto his length. Inch by steel inch, he penetrates me as we both groan. His girth stretches my walls as tremors already course through me.

“So fucking perfect,querida. I could live in this cunt. Fuck you for hours, days. All the time. Never enough,” Gabriel pants. I don’t even think he realizes he’s talking out loud. These are his own thoughts. I’m so turned on that I try to speed up to chase my orgasm, but his hands clamp down on my hips. “No. Slow. You don’t come until I say so.”

“Yes, Daddy,” I moan.

“Fuck, yes,querida. Do as Daddy tells you. Daddy will make you feel so fucking good.”

My eyes close as I get lost in the rhythm and sensation of Gabriel filling me. Completing me as I’ve never felt before.

“Look at me,amor.” I can barely force my eyes to open and focus on him. His gaze is intense and hungry as he stares at me. “I can feel you. You’re close. You’re so tight you’re milking me. Gonna come in you so fucking hard I’ll be leaking out of you for days. Anyone will know you’re mine because you’ll smell like me. Like my cum. Mine. Say it.”

“I’m yours,” I whimper. “Daddy, please.”

“Please, what?”

“Please let me come!”

“Not yet, baby. Not yet. We’ll come together, baby girl.”

“Daddy!”

“Love you, baby. Love this fucking cunt,” he mumbles as he begins thrusting hard from beneath me. I’m wailing in pleasure as he brings us both to climax. “Come,querida!”

I scream through my orgasm as Gabriel roars through his. Then, after collapsing against his chest, I let out a sated sigh of exhausted pleasure.

“I can’t believe how hot it is when you call me Daddy,” Gabriel muses.

“I think the same thing when you call me baby girl,” I admit. I thought it was weird when I heard Nathan call Emily that, but when Gabriel does it, I’m immediately a wet and throbbing mess. Who would have thought.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

Gabriel

After spending a day ensuring work can go without Monica and me, I convince her to spend a week with me at my mountain cabin. After she told me all about the house Liam bought for Olivia, I felt I needed to give Monica an accurate representation of my place. Look, I get it. Liam has money. From what Monica told me, he scored a pretty hefty settlement after the state failed him as a child, then took the money and invested it. Kinda blows my mind that he’s still a deputy sheriff when he could easily just live off his money.

My regular car is a sedan, but I have an older SUV for when I’m up in the mountains. It isn’t much, but it’s reliable and functional, especially when the roads are snow-packed or heavy rains have impacted the mostly rural backroads. Monica didn’t even bat an eyelash as she climbed into my SUV. She looks good in here. She looks perfect in my cars and my house. Like she belongs here.

It takes about an hour to get to my cabin, and I find the drive pleasant with the conversation between us. Even any quiet lulls feel comfortable and peaceful. Myqueridabrings out a calmness in me I didn’t know existed. The feeling I get when I can just exist next to her, my hand on her thigh as her fingers absentmindedly trace patterns on my arm, is euphoric.

“What does Liam’s house look like?” I ask after Monica points out the turn-off to his mountain house.

“It’s massive. It’s beautiful, don’t get me wrong, but it’s too much for me. It’s perfect for them, though. Especially now with the kids. Perfect family escape,” Monica tells me.

“It’s too much for you?” I ask, my brow furrowed. Monica sighs.

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