Page 83 of Bared Betrayal
The slick toy moves, the vibrations directly on my clit now.
“No. Gabriel. I’m going to…oh, fuck.” I come, every muscle in my body aching, sweat beading at the back of my neck, dripping down my spine.
Immediately, the vibrations stop and he takes my earlobe between his teeth before saying, “You’re a bad fucking girl, Kallie.”
“I’m sorry.” I can’t believe I came again. I had one job to do. Do not come. And he barely touched me before I let go, my pussy clenching around absolutely nothing.
He grabs the back of my neck and pulls my head back so he can show me a short, thick little silicone cock with a wide base and curved head.
“Open your mouth.” He touches it to my lower lip before putting it in my mouth. “Suck on it. Get it all nice and wet for me.”
I close my lips around the narrow neck while his hands move to my sensitive breasts, kneading the soft flesh, grinding his jean-clad cock against my ass. “Thinking about other men eating your pussy makes you come. I bet this turns you on too, doesn’t it? Having your ass and mouth full. I bet you would love having a cock ramming into your pussy while another one stretches your ass, and a third fucks your throat. You are my cock hungry little slut, aren’t you?”
The way his words went from sweet praises to degrading commands and jeers makes my core clench again. It makes my head swim because I can’t keep up with him, but by God, I love every second of it.
“Do you want to be shared?” He pinches my nipple hard. “You want to feel more than one man touching you, tasting you, fucking you. I have to admit, you would look stunning on a rack with one cock down your throat and one in your pussy. Others would stand around you, stroking themselves while watching you get taken apart. Just waiting for their turn. I wonder how many men would paint you with their cum before they even get close.”
With a hand behind my head, he forces my forehead against the glass. “I hope I painted a very clear picture for you because that’s all you’ll ever get. A fucking picture. I may allow men to watch you get fucked. But I’ll slit their throats before they can get near you.”
He rips the plug from my lips, grabs me by the throat, and leads me back over to the desk, slamming me down and kicking my legs apart. “The only cock you’ll ever have inside you again is mine.” He leans over me, his fingers digging painfully into my neck. “But if my little whore needs all her holes filled—” He shoves the plug into my pussy, and I cry out. “There. Now, your ass and cunt are both full.”
I’m still trying to adjust, my body soaring with the most exquisite fullness I’ve ever experienced when he jerks me up and moves to stand in front of the window, forcing me down on my knees.
I’m nothing but labored exhales and panting breaths as I watch him take out his cock, giving it a few hard and fast strokes.
“My baby girl still has one hole left to fill,” he says, grabs my hair, and rams his thick length into my mouth. He moans out loud, the sound of euphoria vibrating up his throat. I love it. I love the sounds he makes, the growls he tries to suppress when pleasure consumes him.
Holding my head steady, he thrusts in and out, making me choke and gag. Spit leaks from my lips, running down my chin while he fucks my mouth.
“This is what you like, isn’t it?” he snarls, and I look up at him, his blue eyes dark and hooded, his face laced with lines of sheer desire and ecstasy. “You like being used. You like knowing the entire world can watch me fuck your throat. This is what you’re made for—my amusement, my enjoyment, my pleasure. Just fucking mine.”
Gabriel rips his cock from my throat, sucking air through his teeth as he squirts ribbons of cum onto my cheeks, my lips, my chin. He’s rocking his hips as he comes, his fingers clenched in my hair.
And while I’m licking his cum off my lips, I can’t help but wonder how many levels of fucked-up I am. I went from a girl who took months to sleep with her now fiancé, to a woman who craves being used and fucked by a man twenty years older than her. There’s no explanation for it, no plausible reason for me to want what Gabriel gives to me so perfectly. Except one.
I’m in love with him.
Twenty-Three
GABRIEL
I wasn’t kiddingwhen I told Denise I’d only be in the office after noon. I can’t get myself to leave this hotel room, to leave her. It’s like a part of my soul is being held captive by her, and another is finding refuge in her presence. Kallie and I, this thing between us is a growing contradiction. It’s so fucking wrong, it’s almost right. It’s forbidden and fucked-up, but it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever experienced. Dammit. If I could put this woman in my briefcase and take her everywhere I go, I would. But no matter how much I want it, how deeply I yearn for this all to turn out okay, it won’t. There’s no good outcome to this. None.
Sebastian’s flight is delayed. The tail I have on his ass has been checking in every hour on the hour with text updates. Fuck. This is what I’ve resorted to, going from a father who checks on his son to make sure he’s okay to a man keeping tabs on the fiancé of the woman he’s fucking.
I lie back on the bed, my fingers delicately stroking Kallie’s hair with one hand while I thumb through emails with the other. She’s had her mouth around my dick for the last fifteen minutes, keeping it nice and warm while I’m on my phone, swiping through emails. Her instruction—keep the fuck still.
“How you doing down there?” I tease, and her tongue moves against my shaft. “Nah-ah,” I say. “No sucking.” Her beautiful forest-green eyes narrow into slits. This is torture for her, but after disobeying me earlier by coming without permission—twice—she’s hell-bent on behaving. At least, I thought she was.
Kallie starts to gently suck on my cock. It feels so good, I lift my hips just an inch and suck air through my teeth. “Don’t think for a second I won’t spank you.”
Her eyes are like two pools of jade sparkling with mischief.
“Don’t,” I warn, but the little minx grabs my length and runs her hand up and down my stiffening shaft while she sucks me farther into her throat. My balls tense, my thighs quiver, all sensations amplified many times over. Her long tongue licks along my length, her petite, gaping mouth taking me as far down her throat as she can, and I’m biting my bottom lip to keep from coming.
I tighten my fingers in her hair, pulling hard, and her hiss vibrates along my cock. I force her head down and push my hips up, her eyes flashing with arousal as she struggles to take all of me in her mouth.
“You weren’t supposed to do that.” I pull her off my dick, and she gasps. “But since you’re desperate for my cock, I’ll let you warm it inside your pussy.”
