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But then he smacks that ass cheek he just lovingly kissed.

“And that’s going to make this feel so much better, isn’t it, ma’am?” He jabs two thick fingers inside me, pushing all the way to the knuckles. I moan into the pillow, out of habit, and he grabs my hair and yanks my ponytail back to lift my head.

“Fuck!” I hiss, although the pain of a couple broken strands isn’t nearly as voice-worthy as Gabe’s sudden dominance roaring forward.

“You need me to hold your head up, or are you going to behave?”

His fingers curl into my inner walls, and my back arches. I’m robbed of coherent words until he releases my hair to apply pressure to my spine, warping my body into the exact shape he wants.

“Gabe,” I whimper, my head dropping back to the pillow, but I lay my cheek on it this time. “What are you doing?”

He gives me that sly grin of his as the pushing within me turns into a rough pound. He’s not thrusting his fingers like he usually does, making sure to handle the sensitive patch within in a firm but cautious way to build me up slowly. No, tonight, he holds back nothing. Instead of in and out, his wrist goes up and down, stretching the back edge of my rim as his knuckles dig into my G-spot.

Sparkles dance in my eyes as I rear back, attempting to change the motion. It earns me another firm smack on my ass. My jaw drops, releasing loud, nonsensical sounds, a string ofnos, a high keen as he attacks my pussy with total disregard for my comfort.

“Keep making that sound,” he purrs. “You scream it out. Scream it right out. And think about what’s going to happen after you come and it’s my cock destroying this pussy.”

“Fuck!” I wail as every neuron lights up, every muscle goes wild, every sense overloads.

Except that sensation. That unnaturally strong sensation in my diaphragm, that tingle that signals that my body’s tipped too far past the edge.

The sounds Gabe’s hand makes goes from damp to drenched, and suddenly, I feel my own slick splashing on my belly as the release pumps out uncontrollably.

“Ma’am,” Gabe whispers, his voice awestruck. “Did you just squirt?”

Chapter 17

Gabe

I’VE NEVER SEENthis happen before outside of porn. I wasn’t even sure it was real. I always kind of thought it was a prank, girls peeing themselves to get more views.

I am awestruck. I can’t believe I made Joss come this hard. Even when she stops, her body keeps popping, like when I try to keep up with the guys while we’re doing laps and my thighs end up spasming for the next day, practically crippling me. And I wouldn’t say Joss is crippled, but she’s definitely incapacitated.

I need more. I need to feel this.

I scramble to get my pants down enough to free my cock. With her leggings still tangled around her knees, I have no choice but to straddle her calves and spread her thighs apart to make room for my cock to slide in. I notch the head on her rim, spread her cheeks wide, and slam into her.

“Oh fuck, ma’am,” I groan. Oh fuck. I canfeelit inside her. I can feel her entire body quivering around my cock as her legs kick within their confines and her hands tear at the pretty quilt on her bed.

Mattress. Not sure if this counts as a bed since I deconstructed it.

“Gabe, Gabe, Gabe, Gabe!” she mewls, going wild beneath me, every inch of her begging me to use her.

I do my best not to hurt her as I pound into her with the energy she demands of me. The harder I go, the more she begs, until I’m sweating like crazy and so worked up I’ve managed to edge myself. My entire body feels locked up by the need to consume her, to impale her, to merge into her. To fill her in every way I can.

I hate the position we’re in. I’m fucking her with everything I’ve got, but I’m not touching her, not the way I need to. We’re not just a cock and a pussy, two hands and this soft, lush ass of hers. I need all of her.

There’s a strange sense of claustrophobia that sets my teeth grinding when I realize her stupid fucking leggings have doomed us. I manage to keep pounding into her hard enough she starts making that crazy warbling sound and then soaks my pants while I reach behind and grab her leggings by the crotch, pulling so hard I hear a ripping sound.

Not sure if I actually tore them in half, don’t care. Suddenly her legs are no longer bound together, and in two quick moves, I grab her by the knees, lifting them off the mattress and pushing them up to her chest so I can get her feet around my legs to straddle me.

Finally, she’s split as wide as I need her to be.

I lay my body over hers, mindful to not crush her with my weight as I anchor my hands on either side of her head. I lean down and bite her shoulder.

She throws her head back so fast I have to dodge her to keep from getting my nose broken and screams my name. She’s leaking so much that it’s heating up, a strange new friction that feels like a fire that can only be put out by pushing harder. I’m starting to feel like a wild animal, too, and I’m loving every second of it. Our sweat and voices mingle together, the soundsand smells of sex filling the room, a haze cloaking the rest of the world from us. It’s just me and Joss forever. Nothing else matters.

She’s my everything.

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