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“Oh, baby,” he growls into my ear. “You are such a pretty little thing.”
My eyes roll back in my head at his words. I feel safe and cared for, so much attention lavished upon me.
And I don’t want anyone to do this to me ever again.
Gabe knees behind me.God, and I can feel his heat as he breathes on my pussy, making me so wet. I can feel the moisture dripping from me, down the insides of my thighs.
“I am going to kiss you,” he says. “I am going to make you feelsogood. Like a bad girl should feel.”
I look down and see his tongue find my clit deftly, encircling it with attention and care, but with a wicked desire deep inside his eyes as he looks up at me and wraps his lips around my clit, drawing it into his delectable mouth.
He flicks against me and his fingers find my wet hole, and my body tenses.
“I feel like…”
My whole body shudders and I can’t say anything else as the heat inside me grinds to the edge of pleasure, halting there, and then spilling over, sending my head reeling.
My moans fill the air as his fingers grind inside of me, and I buck my hips against his mouth, cumming so hard.
“Please,” I cry out. “That feels so good.”
“Please what, my sweet? You can’t take anymore, can you?”
“No,” I whine.
“That’s good. That’s very good.”
He flashes me a dirty smile and pushes my leg gently over him, guiding me softly and surely, and gets up, positioning himself behind me again.
I hear his pants unzip and his belt clank metallically in the air. And then…
And then I feel the head of his cock pressed up against my seam. It glides against me, making him wet, and I feel his balls press up against the backs of my legs.
“Spread,” he growls, and I comply quickly.
“You love having me between your legs, don’t you girl? You like feeling me right there. You like it when your body begs for me and you don’t even have to say a word.”
“Yes,” I moan.
It’s my new favorite word.
Yes.
“Grind yourself against me.”
“But...I don’t know how to do it right. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing.”
Gabe reaches around and puts his fingers on my chin, turning my face to him slightly, taking my mouth with his, plunging his tongue between my wet lips.
“Yes, you do,” he says, breaking away from me. “Whatever you do - it’sperfect. Now use my cock to get yourself off again. And I don’t want you to stop until you cum all over me. You understand that?”
Whimpering into his mouth, I move my ass against him, his thick rod between my legs. He is so hard, and I feel like I could cum any moment. I don’t want this feeling to end. I don’t want it to stop. But even the slightest movement against his massive body, feeling his broad chest against my back, my ass up against his belly...I can’t stop myself.
I grind my hips against him, my legs spread out at the knees, wide and exposed, and as I rock against him, my pussy contracts hard and I begin to cum again.
“You’re a good girl,” he whispers into my ear. “And good girls get what they want. So Avery, what do you want?”
His words are punctuated with the crush of his massive cock against the opening to my pussy. I groan with desire, drunk on him, drunk on the hot air between us, all around us.
