Page 115 of No Saint

But I was building. Higher and higher, tighter and tighter, like there was a rope inside of me, tightening with each thrust and once it snapped, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

“I can’t,” I cry, fingers clawing at the sheets.

“You can,mondo mia,” He says.

My teeth grit, eyes squeezing closed. I can only focus on what he’s doing to me, how he ruts into me with precision, hitting the spot with each thrust.

“That’s it.” He praises.

“Ohgod,” I gasp into the pillow.

“You’re doing so good. Keep holding. I can feel how tightly you are baby, your pussy feels like heaven.”

“Gabriel,” I plead.

He presses his lips to my spine as he reaches beneath me and then between my legs. I jerk as he slides his hand through my heat. He brings the hand away and then suddenly he slaps it against my clit.

I can’t stop it.

My orgasm barrels through me. A surge so strong I scream as a warm wetness coats my thighs, rushing from me. My pussy spasms and contracts around Gabriel’s cock, continuing on as surges of pleasure rock my body.

“God damn,” Gabriel yells, continuing to move his hand, dragging out the orgasm until I feel like I’m about to pass out. Gabriel’s thrusts become harder but more erratic, his cock jerking inside of me until he stills and groans out his release, swelling and filling me completely.

I collapse down onto the bed, Gabriel falling atop me, our breathing hard, our skin soaked and my thighs sticky.

“I don’t know what just happened,” I admit, having never felt something so intense orthathappening to my body.

I feel him smile against my skin, “You just squirted,” he sounds pleased, “You came all over me.”

My cheeks heat.

“And it was fucking beautiful. You’ll be doing it again. A lot.”

“You’re gonna kill me.”

He laughs as he lifts himself, situating himself between my legs. His hands part my thighs.

“I need a minute,” I laugh.

His fingers push up the inside of my thigh, spreading through the mix of mine and his climax, gathering it before he pushes it back inside.

I groan at the mix of pleasure and pain.

“So greedy.”

He lays his body down beside me and I turn my head to him, seeing his content, relaxed face staring back at me. He leans forward and kisses me against my brow. I was sleepy and spent, my eyes slowly falling closed as Gabriel rests his brow atop my head.

Sleep claws at the edges of my consciousness but it’s then I realize how deep my feelings for this man went.

I was in love with him.

I am in love with him.

I curl myself tighter to him, knowing I couldn’t sleep just yet, I needed to shower but I wanted him closer to me right now. He takes me in, wrapping me up.

My lips press on the space above his heart.

“Gabriel?” I mumble.

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