“Are you wet, Chloe?”
“Yes,” she gasped, putting more pressure on her clit.
“Stop,” he ordered. “Come to me.”
Oh, God. How could she stop now? She was close, so very close…
“I said stop.” Gabe didn’t yell, but he didn’t have to. The demand in his voice was vibrating through the room.
Chloe stopped, removing her hands from her body painfully. “It’s hard,” she whined as she moved to his chair.
“It will make your climax sweeter when I make you come,” Gabe explained, his voice kinder now.
Please let it be soon. Chloe was so turned on that she could hardly breathe.
Gabe stood up and yanked the sweatshirt over his head, tossing it on the floor. His jeans and boxers followed, and when he was naked, Chloe automatically reached out to touch him.
“No,” he growled. “Don’t touch me.”
Her face fell with disappointment, but she kept her hands to herself. He urged her toward the bed, but he didn’t make her get on top of it. He placed her hands on the edge of the mattress.
“Do you know what it’s like to watch you please yourself?” he asked as his hand smoothed down her back.
“No.”
“It was beautiful to watch you get aroused, but I wanted to touch you myself. When I see the desire in your eyes, all I can think about is satisfying you, Chloe.” His hand moved between her thighs, delving between her slippery folds and into the burning heat of her core.
He was directly behind her, and she whimpered as one of his fingers brushed over her throbbing clit.
“I want you to come so hard that you can’t think of anything else except me.” His finger slid over the vibrating bundle of nerves a little bit harder.
“Oh, God. Please make me come,” Chloe pleaded, ready to do just about anything to stop the aching need that was making her whole body quiver.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” He used both of his hands, getting one of his fingers wet with her juices and then sliding it along the opening of her anus while still teasing her pussy with his other hand.
“You. Just you,” she cried out, squeaking as his finger slid gently into her ass.
“Do you like this?”
Chloe knew he was asking if she liked anal sex. She didn’t, and there was nothing that terrified her more than just the thought of being hurt that way. She had to calm her mind, focus on how Gabe was making her feel to stop herself from panicking. She did like the way he was gently sliding his finger into her tight hole right now. Between that tender action, and the teasing fingers on her pussy, she was ready to come.
“That feels good. But I can’t stand anal sex. It hurts.” With a man as big as Gabe, it would probably be excruciating.
“That’s not something that can happen without being ready for it. Of course it would hurt,” Gabe said harshly. “Fuck! Did he hurt you like that?”
Suddenly, she couldn’t have cared less about her past experiences, and she couldn’t answer Gabe immediately. Chloe felt her heart galloping, her body starting to tighten. What Gabe was doing to her was driving her crazy. She forgot about the past and focused on the pleasure she was feeling now, and it was intense. “The past doesn’t matter,” she moaned, meaning what she said completely. “Oh, God. Gabe. It feels so good. I can’t take anymore.”
In one swift move, Gabe vaulted onto the bed, taking her with him. Once more, she was denied an impending orgasm, and she moaned in disappointment.
“I need to fuck you, Chloe. Now,” he demanded, positioning his body over hers. “Open for me. I’ll make you come.”
Chloe spread her legs, desperate to get him inside her.
“Tell me you want me. Tell me you belong to me,” Gabe growled as he pinned her hands over her head.
For a brief instant, Chloe panicked. Gabe had her completely at his mercy, and her first thought was to struggle to get away from the firm hold.
She squelched her instinct to attempt to break his hold, panting. “I do want you. So much it hurts.”
His mouth crashed down on hers and Chloe melted completely. This was Gabe; this was the feel and the taste of Gabe. Every thrust of his tongue reminded her of how much he wanted her, how much he needed her right now.
The feel of him restraining her to the bed became hotter and hotter as his embrace demanded, his mouth cajoled, and his tongue imitated the act of what he wanted to do with his cock, entering and exiting with an unrelenting sensuality that would have caused Chloe to beg him to take her if her mouth was free.
Her entire body was in flames by the time he broke off the ravenous kiss, and she moved her head from side to side. “Please, please fuck me now. I want you, Gabe. I need you.”
“Wrap your legs around me.” His voice was graveled and low.
She obeyed, trying to squeeze him closer to her.
“You’re so damn beautiful when you look this needy,” Gabe told her right before he positioned himself and entered her with one enormous thrust.
Chloe cried out his name, stunned by his forcefulness, white-hot heat surging through her body as he buried himself to the root of his cock inside her. “Yes. Please. More.”
Her restrained position gave Gabe control, so Chloe felt free to lose herself in the feel of him, the smell of him, and the fierceness of his desire.
He pulled out and surged in again, the surge just as forceful as the previous one. “This is mine, Chloe. You’re mine. No other man will even touch you ever again.”
“Yours,” she panted, her heart squeezing with the desperation she could hear in his voice now. She couldn’t imagine ever wanting anyone else. She only burned this white-hot for Gabe. “Harder.”