Page 113 of Wolf.e

I smile up at him sweetly, clenching my thighs together. I know how desperate he is right now and I use every ounce of will power to push through.

“You in a hurry?” I ask him as politely as I can. I see the tendons flex under the scruff of his jaw. His face is stitched and bruised but he’s still so beautiful.

He grabs me roughly with his first two fingers in the belt loops of my jeans and tugs me toward him, kissing me once on the lips, gentle enough to almost do me in.

But it’s when he leans down to say, “We’re going to my garage,” that I know I’m a goner. “You pushed me too far. You have less than one minute to follow me to my bike or I’m gonna take you on that fucking pool table.”

I pull my face back from his.

“Why to your garage?” I ask.

Gabriel smirks as his minty breath comes down over my lips. His deep whisper is clear in the noisy room. “My house is too far and if it happens anywhere in this building, they’re all gonna hear you scream.”

“Oh…” I mutter, giving Layla one last glance over my shoulder.

She rolls her eyes but I don’t even care.

I mean, really? Who am I kidding? I may be able to wear the mask of a good girl but I’m a total slut for Gabriel Wolfe and have been since the second I laid eyes on him in the middle of Main Street.

“That was a naughty little trick you played back there,” Gabriel says as he flicks the overhead lights on less than ten minutes later when we enter his shop.

My body is primed after the rumble of his bike between my thighs and this jewel inside me.

“Does it have to be so bright? Holy hell,” I mutter as his lips come down to my neck from behind.

“Fuck yes, I want to see every single thing as I make this virgin hole mine.”

I moan as his hands come around roughly and squeeze my breasts, paying close attention to both my pebbled nipples through my tank.

“Gabriel…” I whisper as he presses his hardened cock into my ass against my jeans.

“Hmm?” he groans as I push back against him.

“Can we try something first?” I ask, trying my best to be bold as one of his hands comes down to pop my button and pull down my zipper.

It slides under my panties and the growl that comes from him makes my pussy throb.

“What is it this soaking pussy wants, little hummingbird?” Gabriel rasps into my ear as his tongue trails my neck.

“I want you to fuck me,” I moan as he bites into my shoulder. “But leave the jewel in.” Only with him can I voice these darker desires.

Gabriel spins me around and shoves two fingers into my pussy while he kisses me deeply. I whimper from the fullness.

“My dirty little queen wants it all tonight?” he asks, lifting me onto his workbench and freeing me completely of my jeans. He moves between my legs, fisting my cut. “This stays on,” he growls into my ear as the pressure of the jewel in my ass is heightened with me sitting on the hard wood bench.

Gabriel spreads my legs wide, drops to his knees and pulls me close as he hooks his arms under my thighs. A slow, firm lick up the center of my slit sends me into a tailspin of sorts.

He murmurs my name into my pussy. “This fucking soaking little cunt, so ready to be filled,” he says as he sucks my clit into his mouth.

My back bows and I cry out.

“That’s right, baby, no one can hear you here. Scream as loud as you want.”

I call out his name as he adds two fingers into my dripping pussy, then three, chasing them with his tongue but never quite letting me come until he’s had his fill of tasting me and I’m panting for more.

Gabriel lifts me off the workbench and sets me on the ground, pressing my hips into it and pulling me back, my ass against his cock. I nearly start begging when I feel how hard he is against me.

I don’t even realize Gabriel has unbuckled his jeans and pulled his cock out until he’s thrusting into my pussy with a deep groan of his own, my new cut still on my back.

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