There was a moment of indecision. A millisecond of doubt. If this wasn’t all of him I wasn’t sure if I could handle more. But being as I was no longer in my right mind, the thought dashed away as fast as it came.
“All of you,” I confirmed.
His hand over mine flexed.
“What if I told you I wanted to redden your sweet ass while I watched my cock fuck you?”
My pussy spasmed at the obscene visual my mind conjured up.
Gabe groaned loud and long.
“Christ, your pussy likes that idea.”
He had no clue.
“And if I wanted to pull out, order you to your knees so I could watch you suck my cock, would you do it?”
Another filthy scene played out in my mind and hurled me to the edge of oblivion.
“Yes, I’d suck your cock,” I told him.
Later, much later, I’d wonder who had taken over my thoughts. Who was this woman who not only liked the idea of sucking Gabe’s cock but was ready to ask if that could happen immediately? Evette London wasn’t wild, she didn’t dirty-talk, she didn’t want her ass spanked.
But this person did. This woman was currently on fire with desire and would do anything Gabe asked.
Danger.
I was in danger of losing myself in a man who had expressly said there would be no future.
Then suddenly Gabe’s cock was gone and I was roughly lifted upright. After that, I was sailing through the air. I landed on the bed and Gabe was over me in a flash.
“Look at me.”
A coarse, rough demand that had me blinking as I took in my new circumstances.
The bedside lamp gave enough illumination I could see Gabe’s deep brown irises as they locked with mine.
What was going on?
I didn’t get a chance to ask before Gabe slowly slid back inside of me. This time his pace wasn’t bruising, it was dizzying.
“Knees high, honey.” His tone was no longer coarse but strained.
“I want to look at you while you’re taking my cock,” he answered my unasked question. “And I want you to know whose cock you’re taking.”
As if I could forget.
Gabe lowered his mouth to my neck and I tilted my head to the side, loving the way his tongue felt as it glided from my throat to my ear.
“Touch me, honey.”
I let go of the quilt and touched Gabe for the first time. With permission to roam, my hands didn’t miss a single spot. Shoulders, back, ribs, everywhere I could touch. Muscles bunched under my palms, soft skin over hard ridges.
Glorious.
If Gabe fucking me from behind was rough and dirty, this was sweet and sensual. Slow rolls of his hips, soft kisses on my neck. With every grind of his pelvis on my clit I was lulled into a false sense of security. I thought this was the more Gabe had been talking about. I had no clue that what was to come would shatter me. Ruin me. There’d never be another man on the planet who would ever compare.
Gabe’s lips moved up to my cheek, one hand slid under me and gripped my bottom, while his other hand went into my hair and fisted a handful.
“Now you’re ready for real.” A guttural rumble caused my muscles to seize.
The pads of his fingers bit deeper into my flesh, his fist in my hair twisted, and his mouth brushed across my cheek until it met mine. And since my lips were parted his tongue surged in and immediately started to plunder. Gabe didn’t kiss me, not in any sense of the word I’ve ever known. He savagely took what he wanted, leaving me to helplessly give him…well, everything. Since that was what he’d demanded I give. Our tongues tangled—desperate, wild, wet, and deep.
Throughout this soul-stealing kiss, Gabe didn’t quicken his thrusts. If anything he slowed his hips, until I could feel the drag of his cock as he pulled out and the stretch as he pushed back in. My ass was tilted off the bed and held up where he wanted. The new angle meant he slid deeper, the swivel when he bottomed out meant to grind down on my clit.
A triple assault.
All of it beyond anything I ever believed possible.
Gabe broke the kiss but didn’t go far, nor did he loosen his hold on my hair when he dropped his forehead to mine.