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“Gabe, that’s sogood,” I moan, bending my knees instinctively.
He stiffens his tongue and swirls it against my clit, making exquisite circles against the most sensitive part of my body.
“You taste fucking amazing,” he says, pulling his tongue away and breathing in slowly. “God, I am so happy I have you.”
He spreads me open with his fingers and darts his tongue against my clit, sweeping around it in faster and faster circles, making me so close to cumming.
And when I’m about to, he pulls away and stands up, unclasping his pants. I can already see the outline of his big dick in his pants and he pulls them down, finally pulling himself out for me.
“You know to be patient,” he says, “my sweet Avery. You know waiting until you arereallywet is what I like.”
“But I want it now,” I moan, bucking my hips against him.
He takes care of me. He took care of me when no one else would.
And I’ve learned it was no one’s fault but my own. I didn’t know how to ask for help.
I was so used to taking care of other people, and I neglected myself for too long.
“Come on Gabe,” I say, practically clawing at him. I feel so wet for him, and my pussy clenches up and it’s so unsatisfying for him to not be inside mestill, but that just makes it all the better when he finally gives me what I want.
“What is it, baby girl?” he growls, yanking my hair, taking it in his fist.
God, thatalwaysmakes me so wet.
“I want it.Giveit to me.”
“What is it, baby? You want my big cock to pound at your bad girl little pussy until you cum?”
“Oh god, something like that,” I say, partially laughing, partiallybegging.
He slowly kneels in front of me - he is still a big crazy tease, but then again he accuses me of the same thing - and tauntingly yanks his pants down, scratching the stubble on his cheek, that little cleft in his chin so freaking cute and sexy.
And then hedivesinto me as he slips his arm around my back, cradling me, kissing me, and pushing deep inside me, making my lips spread open for me.
And then he bites down on my bottom lip and pulls gently, and the fierce jolt of sweet pain hits my brain like a drug. It’s that little something extra that pushes me forward, and I just love the way he makes me feel.
“I love you, Gabe,” I breathe against him, muttering into the air, pressing my lips against his.
Hecrusheshis mouth against mine as he takes my cheeks into his hands, caressing the sides of my face.
He told me he loved me the first night we met. I told him he was crazy. I told him there was no way he could know that. That didn’t deter him from telling me it over and over, deep inside the walls of passion and in the long, dark corridor of mystery he pulled me into. My brain swam with questions and deep down inside, somewhere deeper than my gut, somewhere I still don’t know that I can unlock, I already knew it, too. I knew it from the moment he looked at me at the club.
I remember how it felt when he brought the cold in with him that day. He was looking for something, and in some ways he found exactly what it was, and in some ways finding it wasn’t possible, and couldn’t have been possible, because he was looking formeall along, he’d told me, and he could never have imagined something as good as me. He told me it was the the precise combination ofmeandhimtogether. The chemicals between us and the moment we shared, the confluence of factors that lead us together on that day behind the bars. We were both hiding something. He held the key to unlock everything. He just didn’t know where it would fit until he walked into that place he rescued me from.
He said he was looking for a long,longtime. He quit his job as a public servant because he wanted to find that ever-elusive thing, the thing that evaded his mom for so long because his dad had walked out on both of them, choosing to marry his assistant after having an affair. He told me he was sickened at how freaking cliche it was, at what a walking stereotype his father was.
And then when his father passed, the money that landed in Gabe’s lap was like a joke; he’d told me that, too. He said he actually laughed when his father’s estate attorney called him. He didn’t evenknowhis father was freaking loaded. He knew basically nothing about the man. He’d been a brilliant computer science professor at a large public university upstate, but Gabe never imagined a life in academia would bring his father the riches he ended up acquiring. Turns out, he didn’t either; he’d quit his job at the university to work on some tech start-up, and he’d struck gold.
That’s when Gabe quit his job at the DA’s office, when he received that inheritance. The money came with a letter and a lesson; a letter from his father telling him not to waste his life. And although Gabe certainly did not want to take advice from a philanderer, he’d decided that the man happened to beright, and it was then that Gabe decided to invest the money on his own.
He called it the ultimate irony. He called it a bittersweet lesson in the cruelty and humor of the universe. He told his mom that he wouldn’t waste a minute of his life toiling away in an office he didn’t care about, and he wouldn’t waste a penny of the money pursuing anything that did not matter.
It’s only been in the last month that he sold his share of Club Skin and went back to work at the DA’s office.
I almost never thing about my old life, the one in the massage parlor. The one where I was hanging off the edge of danger with just my little finger, not knowing that there were sharks circling just beneath my feet.
Right now, I’m just enjoying reading and cooking every day. Taking bubble baths, as silly as I feel sometimes doing it. He’s kept me spoiled. I know I’ll have to get a job sooner or later because I’ll go crazy sitting at home, but for now I’m just enjoying somemetime.
