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Standing before the mirror, back to back with him, I watched his eyes fixate on my body and the red lace I wore. Seizing the opportunity, I pushed backward, my buttocks grinding against his penis in his jeans, disrupting whatever reverie he was in. His hands instinctively gripped my waist, holding me close as I felt his hard penis press against mine.
He was hard. Hard looking at me in my lingerie. Hard thinking of all the ways he was going to fuck me.
“What are you doing?” Gabriel groaned, holding me still against his erection, preventing me from moving.
“What are you doing?” I demanded. “You haven’t touched me, you haven’t kissed me, you’re hard, but you want me to stop?”
Gabriel released my waist, but before I could interpret this as a green light to continue, he grabbed my hair, pulling me backward until my back crashed against his chest.
I gasped.
“You want me to kiss you? To touch you?”
My eyes darted around. “Y-Yes.”
“Eyes, baby,” he demanded, and I looked back at him in the mirror. “I want to.” His tongue grazed my earlobe, sending an electric shock through me. “Then why… why don’t you?”
“Because if I fuck you, I wouldn’t be able to stop.”
“I can take it. I promise,” I said, desperation lacing my voice. Normally it would have been embarrassing, but I didn’t care. I’d had sex before; I could handle it.
“You’ve never had sex with me before,” Gabriel growled, displeasure evident in his tone. “Are you wet for me, baby?”
Before I could answer, his index finger slipped beneath the thin fabric of my thong, finding my dripping vulva. His other hand encircled my neck, a light chokehold.
“Good girl.”
I whimpered as he flicked my clitoris before gently massaging it.
“Are you sure you can take it?” he asked, softly kissing my temple, ear, cheek, and then down my neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses as his finger continued to massage my vulva. I felt myself growing wetter under his touch.
“Y-Yes.”
“You want me to fuck you, freckles?”
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“I want you to fuck me, Gabriel,” I whimpered, leaning back.
“Eyes,” he demanded, tightening his grip on my neck as I straightened. “How do you want me to fuck you, baby?”
“Any… any way you like.” I wasn’t speaking anymore; I was moaning. My voice was small and distant, and I barely recognized myself.
“Every way,” he said. “I will fuck you in every position, in every corner of this house, and you will scream my name for hours, but no one will hear. Do you still want me, baby?”
“I want you, Gabriel.” My voice was urgent. “Please fuck me.”
“I’ll fuck you,” he promised, withdrawing his fingers from my vulva, ending the sweet torture.
He unbuttoned his shirt, then unbuckled his pants, letting them fall to the floor. He stripped in front of me, his hard, throbbing penis, slick with pre-cum, hanging ready to fuck me, just as I was ready to be fucked.
“On your knees,” he commanded, and without hesitation, I knelt.
I didn’t wait for instructions. Holding his penis, I stroked it lightly. I saw myself in the mirror, leaning over him as I took him into my mouth. I didn’t go slow this time. I took it all in, as much as I could.
“Good girl,” Gabriel patted my back as I desperately sucked him, as if clinging to him for dear life. “The sooner you finish me off, the faster I get around to fucking you.”
And then, I was quite literally clinging to his cock for dear life. I sucked his balls while my hand stroked his penis, then sucked his cock while my hands wrapped around its base and balls. When breathing became difficult and tears welled in my eyes from taking him so deep, he came, directly into my throat. I gagged reflexively.
“No. Don’t waste a drop. If I see a drop out, I will not fuck you.”
And so, I swallowed.
Once I was finished, I knelt.
“My good freckles,” Gabriel muttered before pinning me against the wall and kissing me. He kissed me forcefully, passionately, nibbling on my lower lip, but I didn’t focus on that. I focused on his fingers—the way they wrapped around my thighs and spanked my ass, making me moan into the kiss.
He left my mouth to move to my breasts. While one hand cupped and pinched one nipple, he took the other in his mouth, sucking on it. I finally closed my eyes, resting my head against the wall.
I was dripping wet, and I didn't know how much I needed his tongue until he pressed chaste kisses down my stomach to my thighs, and I felt myself leaking onto my inner thighs as he licked it clean. He never removed my thong. Red was his favorite color, and he liked it; I knew.
Gabriel's hands cupped my ass as he made me bend forward, and his tongue finally kissed my clitoris.
“Gabriel, fuck!” I gasped as his tongue entered my vulva without warning, and I thought I would cum right there.
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But I didn’t, and I was so glad, because then he started sucking. His tongue moved in and out with an expertise that made me wonder how I’d lived without it. He had never gone down on me before, and I wondered how I would ever live without this. My legs were shaking, and my hands were wrapped around his hair, pulling him closer as I moaned his name over and over. Each time, he sucked me faster until I came undone on his tongue, euphoria washing over me with my climax as my eyes fluttered shut and I practically saw stars.
When I opened my eyes, Gabriel was kissing my neck.
“Gab… Gabriel,” I mumbled, and he pressed against me until his erection was under my clitoris.
“You didn’t think we were anywhere near done, did you?” He answered, leaving marks on my chest, but all I could think about was the way his tip pressed against my clitoris, and as sensitive as it was, the traitor began dripping again, onto his pre-cum. He pulled me closer, giving me space to rub my body against his, and I did just that, grinding naked against him. He was going to fuck me now, just as he had promised.