Page 60 of Always Been Mine

Beatrice tried to lever up. “Gabe, damn it, that’s an expensive—” He pushed her down and started rubbing his erection against her.

“I’ll buy you more,” he groaned. He worked his fingers inside her and started stroking in and out. Beatrice writhed underneath him, her climax building as his fingers hammered inside her. She was on the brink when she vaguely felt his hand between them working his fly.

She felt the blunt head of his cock at her slick entrance. Without another warning, Gabe slammed his cock deep inside her. She moaned as he filled and stretched her to her limit.

“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispered raggedly, still holding her down with his upper body while flexing his hipsand thrusting his cock inside her like a battering ram. He relentlessly pounded her into the kitchen island. She was reaching a new height with this joining, not having felt this connection the past two times they’d had sex. This time it was with the security of commitment, and this warmed her over until he pulled out.

His weight left her and she was flipped around, her legs hit his shoulders and his mouth was on her, feasting on her pussy. The wildness of how he devoured her had her exploding in unending pulsating sensations. She must have screamed or cried; she didn’t know anymore.

Just when she thought she was cresting on her pleasure, he lifted her and before she knew it, her back crashed against the wall and he was deep inside her once again. Hammering her hard, his cock was driving deep into her womb; she felt some pain mixed with pleasure.

“Am I hurting you?” Gabe grunted, not letting up on the pistoning of his hips.

Does it hurt?

“Beatrice?” The intensity in his eyes seared into hers.

She moaned low; she wanted everything, the pleasure, the pain. All of it. “Harder, Gabe. Make me yours.”

Her words snapped whatever control he had. She heard a growl, almost inhuman in its utterance, as he canted his hips, shifted her in his arms and pounded deeper. They were banging hard against the wall; she’d probably have bruises on her back tomorrow, but it felt too delicious to care about that right now.

“Oh, God, harder!” she cried when it hit her. The incandescent release shook her entire body, curling her toes as she arched away from him. Her pussy closed down on him and clenched his cock in a silken fist.

“Fuuuuuuck!” Gabe roared, turning rigid with his climax, his fingers gripping her tighter. His face hit the curve of her throat; rivulets of sweat hit her as a warmth cloaked her body.They sank to the floor together with her cradled on his lap. She realized, save for her missing underwear, they were still fully clothed.

“That . . . was good,”Beatrice murmured. Gabe had been nuzzling her neck, nipping her skin playfully.

He lifted his head and stared down at her. “Good? If you’d screamed any louder, you would need new windows. Fucking incredible was what that was.”

Beatrice giggled. God, she had been a giggling ninny lately. She buried her face in his chest as she inhaled the pure masculine scent of him.

“I didn’t use a condom,” Gabe said.

“I’m protected and I’m clean.”

“That’s good.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Not sure what you mean.”

“It means we’re skipping condoms from now on,” Gabe said. “That’s what I mean.”

“You’re getting bossy, mister.” Beatrice poked a finger at his chest.

“Time to lay down the law, babe.”

“Excuse me?” Beatrice retorted.

Gabe eyed her intently. “I feel a discussion coming. I’d like to get off this floor because my ass is killing me.”

Beatrice slid off him, and with her skirt hitched up, crawling on all fours to get up, her bare ass was like waving a red flag at a bull.

She was attacked from behind, her hips yanked back, Gabe behind her already working his stiff cock into her. He bent over her and whispered, “Discussions can wait, my dick can’t.”

He fucked her hard on the floor.

Gabe sat backagainst the headboard, his eyes lazily following Beatrice around while she packed some clothes in her suitcase. He’d finally fucked her in every sense of the word. They had been circling around the sex thing for weeks now—had been doing oral the past two weeks—both of them wary to take it further to the next step because the two times they had fucked ended up disastrously. For his part, he was afraid that if she rejected him after the third time, they would be done. He patiently renewed their friendship, their need for each other—and yes, she was right, he wanted to get his hooks into her because hers had always been deeply embedded in him. So deeply interlaced in the fiber of who he was there was no way for him to simply yank her out of his system because she was knit tight in every cell of him.

Still, it wasn’t enough. He was a possessive son of a bitch, and he wanted more. The fates must be laughing down on him because he had to go and fall in love with possibly the most stubborn and independent woman on the planet.

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