hair started at his chest and drifted down to the object of her desire—his fully erect cock. He definitely had something to boast about. Anticipation filled her mind. Surely satisfaction would be guaranteed?
No doubt a man with such obvious attributes had to be in demand.
“You got a girlfriend, Gabe?”
He smiled, as he lay between her legs. A hand either side of her held his weight from her. As he kissed her lips, the muscles of his powerful shoulders strained into tight contours, and the gold chain around his neck caressed the bare flesh of her throat. “Why Madi, are you feeling guilty, or just plain jealous?”
“Neither. Just curious. You’re a good-looking man, Gabe. I thought you might have someone special.”
“Nope. Guess I’m a noncommittal kinda guy. I’m not into long-term relationships, if that’s what you really wanted to know.”
Madison nodded. “Very wise. Relationships are totally overrated.” Gabe was exactly the type of guy she’d been looking for. He was a man who wouldn’t make relationship demands, or hold her to emotional ransom. After ten years of living in Washington, with all its restraints, sex without commitment sounded wonderful.
As he stroked the hair from her eyes, she knew Gabe had a gentle side, too. That was something she admired in a man. Men with caring natures always made the best lovers.
“Carson sounds a bit of a prick,” he said, guiding his cock with his hand.
“He is. A selfish prick.”
“Look at me. It turns me on, watching your reaction as my cock fills your pussy.”
She did as he asked, staring into his amber gaze as his penis penetrated her entrance. The breath caught in her throat at the sheer size of his prick. When her lips parted, he covered her mouth with his own, and savored every last gasp and moan that she made. His tongue dueled with hers, as he possessed her completely. All the time he watched her through hooded eyes, making her feel sexy as hell.
Gabe pushed his prick deeper still, expertly working his cock inside her until it was fully home. “You like that?” he asked, whispering in her ear as he thrust again.
“Yes, more, please more.” It felt so good having a man fill her pussy again, much better than she remembered with Carson. Her fingers grasped his shoulders. Her nails bit into his bare flesh as delicious spasms began to grow in her pussy.
He rocked his hips, almost withdrawing, and then pounded back inside her again. His stomach muscles tensed and flexed as he delivered one powerful lunge after another.
Her whole body arched as he took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, nipping the tender flesh with his teeth. Although his hair had fallen forward, she could still see his dark lashes as he stared intently at her naked breasts. His tongue snaked over her aroused nubs, making them glisten in the soft light from the window. Nerve endings, which had lain dormant for the past three years, pulsed around his huge cock. His thick shaft stretched her channel with an exquisite pleasure close to pain.
“Harder, Gabe, harder.” Now she felt like a woman. A woman a man could lose himself in.
He withdrew and then lunged back inside her, making her claw down the tender flesh of his spine as wonderful feelings began to course through her. On instinct now, her body automatically responded to his.
“Do it harder, fuck me harder,” she demanded, this feeling of letting go swamping her senses.
Gabe cupped her chin, and it took her a while to focus on him. When she did, his eyes held hers. “You really need this, don’t you? A good fucking.”
“Yes, you know I do. You bastard.”
“I’m gonna show you who’s in charge.” He pulled her hands from his back, holding them above her head. He then secured them with her bikini top to the headboard. “Sorry, baby, but you’re gonna tear me to shreds. My back’s bleeding. I can feel it.”
“Gabe, no. Let me go.” With her hands tied above her head she felt even more out
Michele Boldrin;David K. Levine