Page 61 of Enticed
Everything tightened: my core, my stomach. Every muscle in my body drew taut like a bow string ready to snap. Gabe reached between us and circled my clit with his thumb, ratcheting up my pleasure. His heated gaze fell to my breasts. Dipping his head, he flicked his tongue over one nipple.
“I didn’t even get to play with these beautiful tits,” he bemoaned. “I’ll have to pay special attention to them in the next round.”
“Please,” I begged, unsure what I was even begging for. But Gabe knew. He added pressure to my clit, circling it faster.
“Come for me,” he growled.
And I detonated.
I shouted his name loud enough our neighbors probably heard, but I didn’t care.
“Jasmine,” he groaned, his brow furrowing and his mouth falling open in ecstasy. He swelled inside me and stilled for a split second before drawing back to pump in and out a few more times. Liquid warmth coated my inner walls as he emptied himself inside me. I’d never let anyone do that before, not even my long-term boyfriend. I was glad I’d waited to let Gabe be the first.
His arms shook as he lifted off me. I felt suddenly empty when his body slipped from mine. He gazed down at me in wonder.
“You are so fucking beautiful it makes my chest hurt,” he confessed, and I lifted my hand to cup his cheek. He gripped my hand and turned his head to press a kiss to my palm and then my wrist. He hesitated a moment, and indecision flashed in his eyes. There was more that he wanted to say, but he held back.Instead, he pushed up from the bed and drank me in. His gaze roved over my flushed naked body, my heaving chest, and as his eyes dipped below my waist, the spot between my legs where his cum dripped out of me.
I spread my legs wider to give him a better view, and his jaw flexed as his gaze darkened. Feeling brave—and utterly insatiable—I slid my hand down my stomach. He watched with rapt attention as I dragged my fingers through my slickness, gathered his cum with them, and pushed it back inside me. His body reacted to the downright lascivious sight. He grew hard again as he watched.
“You really are trying to kill me,” he groaned. “I’m an old man. You could give me a heart attack,” he accused playfully, diving back onto the bed and covering my body with his. I squealed with laughter as he buried his face in my neck, nipping at the sensitive skin and nibbling my ear.
“So you want to be full of my cum, huh?”
“Yes,” I moaned as he latched onto my nipple.
“I’ll fill you so full it’ll leak onto your saddle tomorrow while you’re racing.” I was normally meticulous about keeping my saddle clean, but for some reason, I wanted him to make good on his threat. It made me feral with need to think about his cum dripping out of me all day.
“Promises, promises,” I taunted, knowing it would spur him on.
My goading worked. Before I knew what was happening, he’d flipped me over so I was on my hands and knees. I moaned as he rubbed his cock through my pussy lips, brushing my aching clit with every stroke. I was so slick from his cum and mine, he could easily push inside me when he was ready to. His large hands settled on my ass and kneaded the soft globes as he continued to brush the head of his cock against my tender bundle of nerves. My legs began to shake as tingles spread out from my center.
“You don’t get this cock until you come again, Little Menace.” His words sent me spiraling into bliss, and my release crashed over me. I was still coming down from the high when he slammed into me. He gripped my hips tightly and pounded into me relentlessly. Pleasure coiled tight in my lower belly, and my next release built quickly.
This one was different, though. I felt it deep in my core. It was a heady rush of sensations, and as the pressure multiplied, I realized what was about to happen. I had never experienced it before, but I’d read about it.
Still, it caught me by surprise when Gabe pulled out and my pussy gushed. Warmth coated the backs and inside of my thighs, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I was so consumed with pleasure, I nearly passed out.
“Oh, fuck yeah,” Gabe murmured before thrusting back inside. I was a quivering, shaking mess by the time he started to come again. This time, only some of it filled me up. He pulled out and painted my skin with part of his release, marking me as his.
“You look so beautiful covered in my cum,” he praised, bringing his fingers to my pussy and rubbing it into my skin. He coated every inch of my sex with it. Some of it dripped down my crack, and he followed the trail down to my ass with his thumb, swirling it over the puckered hole and pressing in ever so slightly. I gasped at the entirely unfamiliar sensation. When I didn’t protest, he gathered what was left and did it again, pressing in a little further this time.
“There,” he said, satisfaction dripping from his tone, “now I’ve claimed every part of you.” He was right. I’d had his cum in every single hole tonight.
And I couldn’t wait to do it again tomorrow.
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
GABE
Waking up with Jasmine in my arms was surreal. I almost pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. Last night had been … earth shattering, mind-blowing, a reawakening of my soul. There were no words sufficient to describe how I felt. It had altered my brain chemistry. It had transformed the very matter of my being.
And damn, had it felt good to stop fighting. I’d been so afraid to give in to my feelings for her, but now that I had, I wouldn’t look back; to hell with the consequences. It was worth it to finally be with her.
I laid there and watched her sleep for a long time. In repose, her features were softer and more relaxed. The scowl that she so frequently shot my way was nowhere in sight. Her lips were slightly parted, and her dark lashes fanned out across cheeks flushed from slumber. The light smattering of freckles was more noticeable after our day at the beach. Tracing my fingers down the bridge of her nose and across her cheekbones, I committed each one to memory. I was absolutely enamored with her. I wanted to memorize every freckle and scar on her skin, every sigh and moan she made when I touched her, every like anddislike so I always knew how to make her happy. I wanted to know all her hopes and dreams as well as her fears. I wouldn’t rest until I knew her as well as I did myself.
She was so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake her, but she had a race to prepare for. Brushing the hair from her face, I pressed a soft kiss to her forehead.
“Time to wake up, Sleeping Beauty,” I said, cupping her cheek. She groaned and her brow pinched as she began to stir. Then her eyes fluttered open, and two pools of gold and sage stared up at me. She blinked a few times as a look of confusion flashed across her features.
