Page 74 of Good Guy Gabe

“You need me to come inside you, don’t you?” he growls.

“Please, Gabe. Oh god, I need it. I need you. I—” I tighten up, nearing the edge of detonation.

But then Gabe stops, groans low in his throat, and pumps twice more, giving me the dopiest grin.

“Did you just come?” I whisper, attempting to keep grinding on him, to get my fix, even though the snug hold he’s suddenly got on me while he peels me off the mirror makes it all but impossible.

“Yup,” he says, absolutely pleased with himself. “That’s not how you’re going to come today.”

“What? But you—I—oh my god, you’re such an—”

My curse is cut off unceremoniously when he dumps me on my ass on the platform and forces me to lie down.

“What are you doing?” I shriek, although my outrage is cut with far more excitement than it should be. Whatever he’splanning, I want right now. I won’t later, but it’s hard to be against him manhandling me when he does it oh, so well.

“Getting what I want.” He takes hold of my ankles in one hand and pushes them up, folding me in half, before jamming two fingers back into my swollen, desperate core and crooking his fingertips.

Oh no.

Oh no.

“Stop!” I beg as his stroking goes from nothing to way too hard immediately and my insides twist up. He knows this too well, knows how easily it is to take me over completely with a flick of his fingertips. He digs in hard enough I swear I can feel the rough grain of his fingerprints against my G-spot.

In another second, I’m thrashing and panting, bearing down like I could possibly reject him even though if he removed his fingers from me now, I’d kick him in the nose for rejecting me.

“That’s it,” he croons at the growing tension in my abdomen, the tremors consuming my whole body as he claims my pussy so roughly. “Give it to me, baby. Make a mess for me.”

He flicks my clit at the right moment, the moment he’s spent months honing in on, timing it like it’s an exact science, and I explode. I hear my release splashing on the floor next to the pedestal as the electric current rushes through me. I want it to be a quick jolt that leaves my hair standing on end and my heart pounding; instead, I get a car battery clamped to my core, sending an unending surge into my pussy that can’t be stopped.

I writhe beneath the hand he settles on my pelvis to keep me from thrashing too hard as I come with the rhythm of my heartbeat, leaving my ass and everything else soaked.

“Oh fuck,” I gasp on my first caught breath and the heady feeling that follows, the blessed satisfaction that makes it all worth it even if I’m going to be pissed about this later.

Gabe looks smug as he eases my knees apart, exposing me in a way that seems so much bigger than a rough fuck against the mirror or the detachment of blocking the rest of my body with my legs. As though to prove the point, he pushes my shirt up to expose my nipples to the cool air. “There we go.”

I sink down, feeling done in the most glorious way. I don’t even think anything of it when Gabe crawls between my legs. We already fucked, we may as well cuddle at this point.

Except he’s hard again, and he’s stroking his cock against my slit.

I squirm against him.

He slides himself into me and holds himself there.

I squirm more as my muscles work along his length, needing less and more and none at all and everything all at once.

“Shhh,” he whispers like I’ve said something, but I know he’s speaking to my body.

“Gabe,” I whimper as claustrophobia settles into my chest.

He lowers his lips to mine, a single, gentle kiss, nothing more than a damp press and a pause to feel each other. Even when I can’t resist and my lips begin to move, he doesn’t insist on more.

He moves over me, staring me hard in the eye as he forces my body to rock with his. I try to look away, not wanting any of this, and he won’t let me. His hands go to either side of my head, leaving my eyelids as my only escape.

It’s not enough.

I keep looking at him.

At my heart.

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