Page 38 of Fight Me Daddy

I gazed down at him. Did Gabriele's cheeks always turn red after he'd had a few drinks? And why did he look so good on his knees looking up at me through his long, dark lashes? Fuck I'm losing my mind.

Gabriele licked over my length before he ran his tongue along the bottom of my cock. I moaned, my back arching away from the wall as he traced over the vein underneath. My breathing picked up and I let out an embarrassing whimper.

"Good boy," Gabriele moaned as he kissed my cock all over. "The way you take it from me is so fucking hot." He grabbed my ass and squeezed, his nails digging into my flesh. "You're pretty much fucking my mouth every time I slide you inside." Gabriele winked at me. "Tell me you don't want me now."

I laid my arm over my mouth and bit it roughly. No, if I don't shut up, I'm going to say something I'll regret. Like how good he feels. How fucking amazing he looks with his lips wrapped around me.

He chuckled. "It's okay. This will be our little secret," he said as he spread my asscheeks and I pushed back against him. "No, you said I can't fuck you. Remember?"

I hate myself.

Damn, I didn't want to want him, but I did. Gabriele swallowed my cock down and I cried out, the sound muffled against my flesh. With my free hand, I tightened my grip on his hair and jerked forward sharply as pleasure overtook any shred of rational thinking I had left.

Fuck him.

Don't you dare.

Just once. One time and I'll never do it again.

My mind became a whirlwind that I wasn't able to slow. The more Gabriele twisted his tongue around my dick and sucked, his cheeks hollowing with his effort, the more I gave up and let him have me.

For now, he could take me apart.

But I couldn't sink to his level. I couldn't be what he was. And that meant there was no way for this to go beyond what we were doing now. Even if I wondered what he meant earlier when he said I didn't fully know him.

Maybe he could be the type of guy I dreamed about at night, one that would cherish me for everything I was and everything I lacked. The thought made my throat tighten. It was wishful thinking at best and toxic as hell at worst. My cock jumped at the wet warmth wrapped around my length as I stared down at him.

"Gabriele!" I cried out as my arm fell away from my mouth and I rocked into him harder. "Shit, shit, shit. S-so good."

His hand gripped my thigh and he picked up speed. It took everything for me to stay standing upright as an orgasm rocketed through me. Gabriele remained on the ground, his eyes fixed on me as he stuck out his tongue. Spurt after spurt splashed down his throat, but he didn't pull away or let any spill. He held my gaze as he swallowed every drop. My heart raced as I panted and drank in the sight of him. Gabriele finally stood and licked his lips.

"Gabriele," I whispered. "I-"

His lips crashed into mine, his hands all over my body as he pinned me against the wall. I gave in. My lips moved against his and I lost my breath. A symphony of moans spilled out of me as I held onto his shirt tightly and rolled my body against his. By the time he pulled back, my skin was a raging furnace and I was ready to let him do anything he wanted to do to me.

Gabriele pulled his shirt off and tossed it to the side. My eyes lingered on his tattoo. A skull with a rose and a pistol. When he caught me staring, he smiled.

"Family crest of sorts. You gettin' in the shower or what?"

I climbed into the tub, my legs still wobbly. There were a thousand things I wanted to ask him, but I couldn't force my mouth to form words when I felt like I could melt and disappear down the drain happily. I wanted a shower and then the comfort of blissful darkness.

Gabriele grabbed a bar of soap and ran it over my skin. When I tried to reach for it, he smacked my hand away and went back to work.

“Don’t touch,” he growled.

“Yes, D-” I blinked at him before I cleared my throat. “Okay.”

Gabriele smiled, but he didn’t make fun of me. Instead, he focused on getting me clean. Under his breath he hummed an upbeat pop song that I recognized as another Kpop hit from my time in his car. As he washed my back and I braced my hands against the wall, I couldn’t stop the smile that tugged at my lips.

Maybe Gabriele wasn’t so bad after all.

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I rolled over to get away from the brightness that I could feel even through my closed eyelids. Groaning, I opened one eye and glared at the window.

"Fuck you too," I muttered at the sun.

My head throbbed as I sat up in bed and glanced around. My stomach dropped as I realized what was off about this picture.

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