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“Gabe!”
“Relax, babe. I won’t hurt you.”
She tried to relax, but she was still too wired about what he was going to do. She had only ever had vanilla sex, but this would put her in the ballpark of kinky. By her standards, anyway. The exploratory attempt with James didn’t count.
Gabriel finger-fucked her, slowly but surely. He inserted a second finger. She felt stuffed and violated. In a good way. A wicked thrill rolled through her. Why had she not enjoyed this before? Could it be that Gabriel knew what he was doing? Her anus clenched hard.
“How is it, babe? Good?”
Her words evaporated in her throat, so she nodded instead.
“Good.” Gabriel sounded pleased. He made a scissoring motion as if he was preparing her to accept a bigger object.
Cat shivered at the thought. Could she really take him?
Gabriel withdrew his fingers and replaced it with his cock. His blunt tip kissed her anus. Her heart lurched. He pushed.
Jesus. Cat mewled. A new pain singed her. Gabe worked inside in short thrusts, burying inch by inch of his fat cock into her almost virgin ass. Stretching her open. Filling her. Her anal muscles contracted in desperation, but he kept pushing in until he was able to sheathe himself all the way in. Cat felt so full, she was afraid she would burst.
The pain vanished when he started to fuck her with long thrusts. His veined shaft ground against the smoothness of her forbidden passage. Gabriel kissed and licked her neck, sucking her flesh so hard that she was sure he was going to leave some hickies. But she was beyond caring. Her attention was fixed on the pleasure he was giving her.
The slow thrusts became short, hard pounds. She was burning from the inside out. She began rearing her ass to meet his thrusts. All of a sudden, she needed more of him. All of him.
“Harder,” she croaked.
“I don’t want—”
“Harder!”
“Shit!” Gabriel slammed into her savagely. He nailed her to the bed, one brutal slam after another.
She was delirious with need. “Yes, please…”
The storm of pleasure gathered, threatening to erupt. Every fibre of her being screamed with manic need. Gabriel fucked her harder. Cat exploded. The world darkened for a long moment.
New pain burst on her shoulder. She didn’t realise until later that Gabriel had bitten her at the height of his rapture.
But Cat was too exhausted to make a big deal of it. As soon as she drifted back to reality, she was spent. Sleep overcame her.
* * * *
Cat emerged from the shower as Gabriel finished dressing. Her hair was damp, and she was only wrapped in a towel. He had a sudden urge to yank that towel off and ride her for a couple more rounds in bed. Gabriel shook it off. He thought last night might have been a bit too much for her. She looked pale.
“You okay?” he asked, concerned.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re walking kind of funny.”
She threw him a scowl. “Try having a cock your size and shoving it into your ass. You’d be walking funny too, mister.”
“Hey.” He pulled her into his arms. “I’m just worried, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What about not lying to me?”
“About?”
“Werelions and stuff.”
“That. I was thinking of taking you to see Oliver Duval.”
“Duval? Where are you keeping him?”
“Two floors down. In my guard’s quarters.”
“And his pit bull bartender too?”
“His name’s Ramon Ramirez. He worked as Duval’s muscleman.” Gabriel grabbed the basket of freshly laundered clothes and placed it on the bed. “My housekeeper has washed this for you. It would be more comfortable than wearing my shirt.”
“My clothes.” Her eyes lit up. “You know, being bare-ass sucked.” Cat took her panties and slipped them on. “Why did you detain Oliver Duval, instead of reporting him to the police?”
“It’s what I call damage control. I’d like to take care of the problem quietly first, if it’s manageable by me. I want to see if he’s connected
“Relax, babe. I won’t hurt you.”
She tried to relax, but she was still too wired about what he was going to do. She had only ever had vanilla sex, but this would put her in the ballpark of kinky. By her standards, anyway. The exploratory attempt with James didn’t count.
Gabriel finger-fucked her, slowly but surely. He inserted a second finger. She felt stuffed and violated. In a good way. A wicked thrill rolled through her. Why had she not enjoyed this before? Could it be that Gabriel knew what he was doing? Her anus clenched hard.
“How is it, babe? Good?”
Her words evaporated in her throat, so she nodded instead.
“Good.” Gabriel sounded pleased. He made a scissoring motion as if he was preparing her to accept a bigger object.
Cat shivered at the thought. Could she really take him?
Gabriel withdrew his fingers and replaced it with his cock. His blunt tip kissed her anus. Her heart lurched. He pushed.
Jesus. Cat mewled. A new pain singed her. Gabe worked inside in short thrusts, burying inch by inch of his fat cock into her almost virgin ass. Stretching her open. Filling her. Her anal muscles contracted in desperation, but he kept pushing in until he was able to sheathe himself all the way in. Cat felt so full, she was afraid she would burst.
The pain vanished when he started to fuck her with long thrusts. His veined shaft ground against the smoothness of her forbidden passage. Gabriel kissed and licked her neck, sucking her flesh so hard that she was sure he was going to leave some hickies. But she was beyond caring. Her attention was fixed on the pleasure he was giving her.
The slow thrusts became short, hard pounds. She was burning from the inside out. She began rearing her ass to meet his thrusts. All of a sudden, she needed more of him. All of him.
“Harder,” she croaked.
“I don’t want—”
“Harder!”
“Shit!” Gabriel slammed into her savagely. He nailed her to the bed, one brutal slam after another.
She was delirious with need. “Yes, please…”
The storm of pleasure gathered, threatening to erupt. Every fibre of her being screamed with manic need. Gabriel fucked her harder. Cat exploded. The world darkened for a long moment.
New pain burst on her shoulder. She didn’t realise until later that Gabriel had bitten her at the height of his rapture.
But Cat was too exhausted to make a big deal of it. As soon as she drifted back to reality, she was spent. Sleep overcame her.
* * * *
Cat emerged from the shower as Gabriel finished dressing. Her hair was damp, and she was only wrapped in a towel. He had a sudden urge to yank that towel off and ride her for a couple more rounds in bed. Gabriel shook it off. He thought last night might have been a bit too much for her. She looked pale.
“You okay?” he asked, concerned.
“I’m fine.”
“You’re walking kind of funny.”
She threw him a scowl. “Try having a cock your size and shoving it into your ass. You’d be walking funny too, mister.”
“Hey.” He pulled her into his arms. “I’m just worried, okay? I don’t want to hurt you.”
“What about not lying to me?”
“About?”
“Werelions and stuff.”
“That. I was thinking of taking you to see Oliver Duval.”
“Duval? Where are you keeping him?”
“Two floors down. In my guard’s quarters.”
“And his pit bull bartender too?”
“His name’s Ramon Ramirez. He worked as Duval’s muscleman.” Gabriel grabbed the basket of freshly laundered clothes and placed it on the bed. “My housekeeper has washed this for you. It would be more comfortable than wearing my shirt.”
“My clothes.” Her eyes lit up. “You know, being bare-ass sucked.” Cat took her panties and slipped them on. “Why did you detain Oliver Duval, instead of reporting him to the police?”
“It’s what I call damage control. I’d like to take care of the problem quietly first, if it’s manageable by me. I want to see if he’s connected
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