Indebted - Piper Stone Page 0,73
my naked breasts. The intense howl he issued was nothing more than a rabid beast desperate to quench his thirst.
His eyes were dilated, almost unrecognizable as he flicked his fingers back and forth across my already hardened nipples, his smile laced with evil.
“I’m going to fuck you,” he stated, as if there was ever any question.
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, reaching for his belt buckle then rubbing my fingers across the rough grain of leather.
His eyes shimmering, he glanced down, laughing. “Be careful, little girl. I don’t mind spanking that tight ass of yours, keeping it scarlet red in color.” He emitted another growl before dropping his head and engulfing my nipple, sucking fervently.
There was no way to continue my actions as intense vibrations swept through every cell and tendon, sending explosive heat to my very core.
“Oh. Oh...” I threw my head back, studying the swirling fluffy clouds, unable to thick clearly.
When he bit down on my nipple, a moan slipped past my lips, floating away to the heavens. My legs quivered as he pinched my other hardened bud, the wave of anguish exhilarating.
His guttural sounds were even more savage as he slid his mouth to my other breast, sucking and nipping, his tongue swirling around my nipple. Pulling back, he blew a swath of hot air from one breast to the other as he squeezed both, his long fingers digging into my tender flesh.
Panting, I managed to unfasten his belt, my fingers fumbling.
“Do you crave my tongue sliding into your wet channel, sweet girl?”
“Yes. Yes, sir.”
Gabriel raked his hand down my stomach, encircling my belly button. “Have you been a good enough baby?”
“Always,” I cooed, easing my hand up and down his jean-covered cock, my mouth watering to suck every drop of cream.
“Hmmm...” He rubbed his hand between my legs, sliding it back and forth. “You’re wet.”
“Yes, sir.”
“Damn hot.”
“Oh, yes, sir.”
His eyes narrowed, his upper lip curling as he rubbed my pussy, the friction of the material biting into me, driving me to the point of madness.
I arched my back, taking scattered breaths, unable to clear the fog away from my vision. I was so damn wet, juice soaking my panties and jeans. Although I should be embarrassed, I was even more excited.
He continued rubbing for several seconds and when he removed his hand, he dragged his fingers across my lips. “Do you taste ready for me? Is your pussy wet enough?”
“Uh-huh.”
A sly smile curling on his lips, he eased away, taking a deep breath. “Then show me. I need to see that rosy pussy of yours glistening wet. If it’s not, I’m going to find a switch and spank every beautiful inch.”
For some crazy reason, every part of me was shaking as I crawled away, tugging off my boots. I had no reason to be self-conscious. There were miles of open fields and trees, but just the thrill of possibly being seen was truly delicious. When I rose to my feet, tugging at the button on my jeans, I could see the pulse in his neck ticking. Even his nostrils were flared, all in anticipation of devouring me.
I took my time, sliding my fingers past the waistband, finally tugging my jeans past my hips. I closed my eyes as I allowed gravity to take them to the ground, kicking them away as the light breeze tickled every inch of my naked skin. Goosebumps popped along my arms and legs even as a series of heated sensations rocketed through me. He was wild and dangerous, unforgiving and unafraid to do whatever he wanted.
Addictive.
There was no other way to describe him.
When I stood in only my thong, he cleared his throat, the sound forcing me to open my eyes.
“Do you need a lesson in how to follow orders?” he asked ever so quietly. “There are several bushes perfect for cutting long, vicious stems from.”
“No, sir.”
“Then I suggest you do as I commanded.”
I wasted no time shimmying my panties to the ground as another round of embarrassment washed over me, my cheeks flushing.
He beckoned me with a single finger. “Come here. I’m thirsty as fuck.”
Every step slow and deliberate, I headed toward him, staying just out of his reach. When I was still a foot away, he reached out, yanking me in between his legs and delivering a series of smacks on my aching bottom.
“Don’t tease me, Alessandra. You won’t win the game.” He gripped both my hips, pulling me closer, his nails digging into my skin.
I watched as he shifted his