Page 116 of Your Soul to Keep

I twisted to look over my shoulder, the loss of friction at my clit bringing me back to reality.

He lay with one arm bent under his head, the other hand squeezing my ass. Jaw tight, lips compressed firmly, gaze sharp and intense where we joined.

Rising, I watched as his mouth dropped open, his already intense gaze heating further.

I faced forward once more, closing my eyes, concentrating on the drag of his cock through my channel.

His body jerked beneath me, stomach muscles tightening as both of his hands latched onto me, his fingers digging into the lush flesh of my hips.

“Fuck, yes,” he rasped. “Look at those hips.”

Reveling in my femininity, I raised my arms over my head, elongating my back and piling my ponytail up onto the top of my head to give him an unobstructed view.

“Finger to your clit, baby,” he ordered. “Come on my cock. Do it now.”

I transferred my hair to one hand and dropped my other hand obediently to circle my clit.

Rising up and down, feeling him shake beneath me as he hung onto that last thread. My eyes fluttered open and I faced myself in the mirror.

Flushed.

Wanton.

I saw myself the way he did.

Beautiful.

I ran my eyes over my form, breasts pushed high, hair escaping around my face in a sexy mess, lips swollen, eyes half-closed, hips flaring wide, his fingers sinking into my curves.

My own hand hurtling me toward release.

My head dropped back as I began to move faster. Ready to take us both where he’d taken me countless of times.

“That’s it, Shae-baby,” he praised. “Let me see that ass bounce.”

He kneaded my ass, my flesh giving way beneath his fingers as his panting breaths grew harsher.

A lightning bolt of pleasure pierced me from inside, almost stealing my breath. “Gabe,” I gasped.

“Yes, baby. Yes, baby. Yes, baby, yes,” he praised roughly. “That’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl.”

I circled my hips, lifted up then took him deep, mindlessly chasing my bliss until my thigh muscles began to fail me, landing my ass on his abs.

Beneath me, his stomach muscles clenched tightly. Hands sliding up to grasp my waist and lift me, he drove his hips up, slapping against my ass, driving his cock deeper into my pussy.

My hand flew down to cover his as my head fell back, ripples of ecstasy freezing my other hand in place.

His movements grew more violent as he slammed inside me, grunting roughly, his body tensing, hard hands holding me down, spilling inside me with my name on his lips, then curling up to press his lips against my back as my body slumped forward.

Boneless.

Caressing the line of my spine, he eased back down.

I breathed deeply, in and out, my body quivering with aftershocks.

He murmured roughly, “That was fucking everything, Shae.”

“Yeah,” I gulped. “That was pretty good.”

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