in pleasure. Then his weight is gone, and he stands at the foot of the bed and unzips his pants.
“Don’t make me tell you again,” he warns.
I begin to hurriedly undress, tugging off my jeans in a way that I’m sure is anything but sexy. Yet the way Gabriel looks at me, with fire in his eyes, makes me feel like the sexiest woman on the planet.
I have made it down to my underwear by the time Gabriel pulls down his tight boxer shorts, and I sit up and pause to watch his thick cock bob free. It’s long, with a bulbous purple head that I have wrapped my lips around many times. A moan drifts through my open lips as I stare at it.
I realize Gabriel is watching me, and when I look up, he is smirking.
“I should make you beg for it,” he tells me, walking closer. “I should tie you up and tease you until you can’t take it anymore, until you plead with me to fill you with my cock.”
I swallow. His words stroke over me like feathers, causing my hairs to stand on end.
“Do you want to know why I’m not going to do that, Tiger?” Gabriel asks, squatting down so that we are at the same level. His dark eyes search mine.
“Why?” I ask breathlessly.
Gabriel’s hand comes to my cheek, almost tenderly. “Because the only thing I want more than to hear you beg for my cock is to give it to you so hard that you can’t even speak.” He sweeps one of his arms under my legs and uses it to roll me onto my stomach.
I let out a squeak of surprise. My core throbs with need, and I’m so glad that Gabriel isn’t going to make me wait.
Gabriel roughly pushes me up the bed, hiking my hips into the air and pressing me into the sheets with a hand on my back. He bends over me, and I feel his bulge against my ass. I wiggle into him and feel a low rumble where his chest meets my back.
Gabriel’s lips come to my ear. “But first, I need to teach you a little lesson,” he murmurs. “Because I’m pretty sure I told you to take your fucking clothes off.”
He sits up and jerks my panties down, and the air is cold on my wetness. God, I want him so bad. I hold my breath, looking forward to however he wants to teach me this lesson.
Gabriel’s hand comes down hard on my ass. The pain skitters over my skin, and I moan loudly.
“Count,” he orders. “And this time don’t make me tell you twice.”
“One!” I shout out quickly.
“Good girl.” He whacks me again, and it stings a little more this time. That just makes the pulsing in my sex more intense.
“Two!”
Smack!
“Three!”
Smack!
My ass is burning now. I grit my teeth and call out, “Four!”
Smack!
“Five!”
I quiver with anticipation, waiting for the next hit. I am breathing hard, my face pressed into the comforter, my body shaking. I feel so raw and exposed. This is the most honest Gabriel and I have been with each other since we first met, and there is something divine in this mixture of pleasure and pain, of lust and hurt.
Gabriel’s hand comes to my ass again but gently this time. He rubs his palm against my skin and dips down until his fingers enter me, gliding between my wet folds. He leans over, pressing kisses over my back, gently unhooking my bra as his fingers work inside of me.
I sigh and push back against him. Gabriel kisses my neck.
“Good girl,” he says. “You’re nice and wet for me.”
“Always.”
He chuckles darkly and removes his fingers. I whimper and look back, just in time to see him guiding his cock toward me. I think that he will slam down to the hilt, but he holds my gaze as he enters me inch by inch, my body stretching to its limits to accommodate him. Gabriel squeezes my hip and grits his teeth as he bottoms out. I have never felt so full.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
I smile coquettishly. “I thought I wasn’t supposed to be able to talk at this point.”
Gabriel fists my hair and shoves my face into the mattress as he starts to pound into me. I gasp and let out a guttural moan. I want to taunt him more, see how much further I can push him, but the sensation is so intense, so wicked, that I can’t find the words.