Still, I was willing to risk it.
I was a trooper like that.
My hand came around his head, and I pulled his face toward mine for a kiss. His cock, still confined in his underwear, jumped against my thigh when his lips touched mine. I think the thought of me tasting myself turned him on.
It kind of did me, too.
Troy had never been a fan of going down on me, and the few times he did, just as I’d get close, he’d stop and immediately jump up to go brush his teeth—often leaving me in the lurch, sans climax.
The taste of myself on Gabe’s lips represented a job well done on the Greek god’s part. All while making me feel sexy.
Gabe pressed his erection harder against me.
“I want you, sweetheart.”
I was feeling pretty cocky, so with a smirk, I replied, “Beg me.”
His hand kneaded my boob, and I bit back a groan when he murmured in my ear, “I don’t beg, baby. But you will, again. I guarantee it.”
Arrogant ass.
Had this not been the most action I knew I was going to get in a while, and had he not been so damn good, I might have been tempted to stubbornly refuse to do any such thing.
But who knew when the next time I was going to have sex? Not to mention I doubted my next partner would have Gabe’s skillset. And I hadn’t been lying when I’d told him I’d liked begging him; his dominance was hot. So, really, refusing to beg him would only be hurting myself; making me inclined not to disagree with him.
I decided to try and turn the tables, instead.
Dragging my nails down his bare back, I arched my breasts against his chest and breathed, “Please fuck me, Gabe. I need to feel your thick cock inside my wet pussy.”
His mouth turned up in smile, and he smugly replied, “Of course. All you had to do is ask, darlin’,” before he skimmed his boxer-briefs down his thighs.
My eyes widened when his cock bounced free.
Dayum.
After he used his teeth to rip open a purple square package I hadn’t noticed before, I watched in fascination as he sheathed his impressive shaft.
“Um, I’m not sure that thing is going to fit,” I said with a laugh to imply I was joking, although part of me was a little worried.
He didn’t seem deterred as he lined the tip up with my entrance.
“It’ll fit; I promise. Not only will it fit, but you’ll love it.”
That’s kind of what I was afraid of. Like I said, he’d already wrecked me for future partners just going down on me. If his dick was magical, too, it was only going to compound my problem.
We both moaned in unison when he pressed inside.
“Fuuuuck, sweetheart,” Gabe shuddered. “Your pussy is so tight.” He moved slowly, then paused and closed his eyes tight and groaned, “You feel so fucking good!” almost like it was a bad thing.
His words made me feel desirable. I had been worried that maybe having Jake had ruined my vagina, and that’s why Troy had turned to someone else. Or maybe it’d been the extra baby weight I hadn’t been able to lose.
The way Gabe looked at me, I realized it wasn’t about my imperfections; my husband was just an asshole.
And that was empowering.
“Fuck me, Gabe,” I said boldly as I spread my legs wider and tilted my hips to take him deeper. “Fuck my pussy. Hard. I want to feel your balls slapping my ass.”
Whoa, hussy. Where did that come from?
