Page 78 of Bared Betrayal
Gently, I part her pussy lips and circle my finger over her clit so fucking lightly. Her breath hitches, and I still, carefully watching her face. She doesn’t open her eyes, so I keep going, licking her tits, making her nipples tight little peaks. Her breath quickens, a slight pink flush tinting the tops of her cheeks as her lips part, but her eyes remain closed while my finger draws tiny circles over her clit.
Her cunt is drenched, and my cock is aching to slide into her tight little body and make her scream for me. I need to hear her moan. I need to hear her call my name when she comes apart.
Fuck this better man bullshit. I am a selfish asshole. There’s no use in me trying to be anything else.
I move to the end of the bed and carefully get on, gently urging her legs farther apart, giving me the perfect view of her pussy and leaving me starved for a taste. I can’t stop myself from sliding my tongue between her folds, unhurried, searching for her clit. Her taste is divine, sweet, and so uniquely her, I could stroke my tongue up and down her pussy all fucking day.
In the back of my head, I know she has to be sore. Between the spanking, the whipping, and how brutally I have taken her over and over, it’s to be expected.
I should leave her alone, let her recover before her fiancé gets home.
Jesus Christ, that thought only makes me want to fuck her hard and wreck her body so there’s nothing left for him to touch. To taste. To claim. I want to take it all—steal it from him and keep it for myself—keepherfor myself.
For a second, I lose control, pressing my tongue hard against her clit, and her back arches, her legs gently squirming over the sheets. I pause and stare up at her from between her legs, wanting those pretty eyes of her to stay closed. My cock loves this game.
With a leisurely stroke, I lick her pussy from entrance to clit, and back down her slit. I’ve never eaten a pussy this slowly before in my life, but I want the pressure to build inside her petite body while she dreams of riding my cock.
The flush of pink that started on her cheeks moves down her neck, her chest, her breasts. Her breathing is coming out in little whimpers, and I can feel as her thighs tremble around me.
She’s close. My cock is aching, demanding to slide inside her, and I reach down and give myself a few strokes to ease the pressure. It only makes the need worse.
I keep tonguing her clit, spreading her wetness all around her pussy lips, slicking her up.
I can’t do this for much longer. She needs to come, and I need to be inside her.
Replacing my tongue with my thumb on her clit, I sit up and pull out my cock, stroking it hard and rough, feeling my balls tighten as I stare down at her, taking in every exquisite inch of her.
I add a little more pressure on her sensitive nub, her back arches, and I push into her. Her emerald eyes snap open, her mouth forming the perfect O as I stretch her cunt around my cock. “Gabriel,” she whimpers, reaching for the pillow and sinking her nails into the silk.
“You’re insatiable even in your sleep,” I say, thrusting in deep. “I want to be the man next to you when you wake up with an ache between your legs.” I rock again, and she sucks her lower lip into her mouth. “I want to be the man whose cock you crave in the middle of the fucking night. The man who gets to fuck you while you sleep.”
“Gabriel, please.”
“Not him,” I bite out, and start pounding into her. “Not.”Thrust.“Fucking.”Thrust.“Him.”
My thumb presses down on her clit, and she breaks apart beneath me, a shivering, quaking mess of pleasure, and I growl loudly as my orgasm rips from my body, pumping my cum into her.
I collapse on top of her, and my mouth is on hers, kissing her hard and desperate, unable to breathe as I pour everything I feel for this woman into this one fucking kiss.
I tear my lips from hers and lean my forehead against hers, breathless. “Not him, Kallie. Not my son.”
Twenty-One
GABRIEL
I wakeup to this annoying bright morning light that instantly gives me a migraine. Why the fuck aren’t my blackout curtains closed?
I sit up and look around. Because this isn’t your room, dumbass. I’m in Kallie’s hotel room where I woke her with my dick slipping inside her. And after we both came apart, I let her—I allowed her—to roll us over, so I was flat on my back so she can straddle me and ride my cock. She rocked her hips back and forth slowly, making sure I felt every single inch of her tight, hot, wet little cunt gripping me. Giving up complete control isn’t in my nature, so I made her come for me again…and again, and then one more time before I filled her. Again.
I reach over to grab Kallie and start getting her pussy ready to take me again when all I find is an empty bed with cold sheets. Panicking, I sit up and start looking for her, not even bothering putting clothes on.
My phone vibrates, and I curse as I grab it before stomping out of the bedroom.
“Mr. King,” Denise says the second I answer my phone.
“Denise, now is not a—?”
“Agent Evans is here again. She is fuming and demanding to see you in person.” The second Denise says her name, my erection shrivels. Something about that woman, while visually stunning, is just unappealing at a base level.
