“Are you trying to kill me?” I squawked angrily.
Then he landed with a thump on the roof beside me, his mouth twisted in a smirk as I was still spitting straw out of my mouth.
“Now, why would I want to kill you, doctor?”
Desperately, I tried to scrabble away but he grabbed me by the nape of my neck and dragged me back down to him, ripping my slacks down as I dug my hands desperately into the straw.
“No!” I whimpered.
“Yes,” he growled in my ear. “Always yes with you, Lark.”
He only laughed at my protests and used one hand to shove my face into the straw and I heard the clink of a belt as he got his cock out.
“Ass up,” he ordered.
“No!” I cried hotly.
But he wanted obedience—putting his hands on my ass and beginning to press one big finger into my asshole, making me squeal in distress and shove up desperately on the wooden roof to obey him.
He pulled me up by my asshole, laughing cruelly as I was forced to tip my hips up.
“That’s right,” he said. “That’s how you should present your cunt to me all the time.”
As usual, he gave me no time to prep, just spread my cheeks and thrust inside me, my insides groaning at the intrusion, the walls of my cunt desperately trying to accommodate his size.
Gabriel’s hips snapped forward, driving me into the straw and hard boards.
“Fuck, that’s good.”
I threw a fistful of straw back at him, and he only slapped my ass with a crack so loud you could have heard it back in the city.
“Let me go!”
But there was nothing I could do to escape him. All my efforts to drag myself away were in vain. He was too powerful. I wriggled desperately one way and then the other, but his hands held my hips steady, forced my body into a steady, pounding rhythm.
Glancing down, I saw his hands streaked with blood, smearing it all over my body, too.
It was like all my scholarly training fully deserted me as my core heated up uncontrollably, his cock dragging past my sensitive walls, my clit ground into the boards.
“Your father is still better in bed,” I gritted out angrily, even though it was a stupid thing to say.
Lucian had been a sensitive, generous lover. Totally unlike how Gabriel dropped my hips to put a massive forearm on my back and force my face into the straw.
“Fucking brat,” he said. “My father’s old-ass sperm can’t get you pregnant. Mine will.”
I screamed again as he pressed a finger into my asshole, forcing overpowering sensations on me.
His balls slammed into my ass and thighs, making them ache with each punishing thrust.
Fuck.
I was spread so wide, felt so raw, but still I was going to come for him.
I clenched with weak submission around his cock, my cunt gripping and releasing, feeling my body draw out his release with frantic pulls.
Gabriel groaned loudly.
“Lark, you better tip this ass up and take every fucking drop of cum in my balls. I want you pregnant and I want it now.”
