Page 169 of The Path to Loving Him
My eyes fall open, and I glance down between my legs, where Gabby grips my cock, jacking me off as her tongue swipes along my balls.
“Fuuuuuuuck,” I groan, my head falling back to the pillow. “Gabby . . . Christ.”
Her lips find my balls, kissing along them until she opens her mouth and pulls them in.
“Fuck!” I yell as I sit on my elbows and spread my legs wider for her. “Yes, baby, suck on them. Fuck, that’s it, such a dirty fucking mouth.” I glance at my cock and the way she’s pumping it, her grip so goddamn tight, pre-cum already on the tip. “That’s it. Keep going, baby. Fuck, I’m getting close.”
Her tongue slides up the seam to the root of my cock, and then all the way to the tip right before she pulls me into her mouth, where she swirls her tongue around the tip for a few moments before taking me all the way back to her throat and swallowing. The entire time, her eyes are on me.
“Yes, right there. Right fucking there.” I lace my hand behind her head and gently move her forward, hearing the sound of her gagging and then letting her catch a breath. “Gag on me, baby.” She dips back again and lets me hit the back of her throat twice in a row before gagging and pulling away for a breath. “Jesus, so close, so fucking close.”
Her hand moves under my balls and then behind them, where she presses on my perineum. And that’s all it takes. My balls tighten, my cock swells, and I’m busting all over her goddamn tongue.
“Motherfucker,” I yell as I fall to the bed and drape my arm over my eyes. “Jesus, Gabby.”
She cleans me up like the goddamn good girl she is and then smooths up my stomach, where she presses kisses to my neck. I wrap my arms around her. “Give me a second, then you can sit on my face.”
“I already got off.”
I pause and lift my arm to look at her. “Excuse me?”
“When you were sleeping, I woke up from a sex dream I had of us. I was far too horny, and well, I got off.”
“Without me?” I sit up now, causing her to chuckle.
“No, not without you. You were hard as a stone, so I watched your cock twitch as I got off. Then I got you off.” She shrugs as if it’s no big deal.
But it’s a big deal to me.
“What hand did you use?”
“What do you mean?” she asks.
“What hand did you use to make yourself come?”
She holds up her right, and I bring it right to my mouth where I can taste her. When I pull it away, I shake my head and say, “Unacceptable, you wake me, you find me, you wait for me if you’re horny. You deprived me of seeing you unravel.”
Her hand smooths over my chest, her lips turned up at the sides. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know you were going to be so possessive.”
“You didn’t know?” I raise my brow. “Uh, I’m pretty sure the way I spanked you last night until you came on my cock shows how possessive I am.”
“No, that shows that you like to spank.”
“Gabby,” I say sternly.
“What?” she asks with a devilish smile.
“Not fucking again. You need to get off, you find my tongue, my dick, my fingers, anything. I have the right to pleasure you now. Don’t take that away from me.”
She rolls her eyes but kisses my chest. “Fine, but just so you know, I found it so incredibly hot, and I came really fast. Like there was probably no chance to even wake you up.”
“Moan louder next time.”
She chuckles. “Okay.” And then, to my displeasure, she hops out of bed.
“Where are you going?”
“I ordered breakfast for us.” She slips my shirt on over her head and moves to the entryway.
