Page 83 of Make Us Yours
“You still wet for me, Vixen?” He presses the head of his dick against her entrance, rubbing it up and down as I watch them with hungry eyes.
I’ve always been into watching people have sex; it’s as much of a turn-on as doing the act itself. The way their bodies move, the way they respond, the noises they make. How if you watch really carefully, you know exactly when the woman is about to come. It’s enthralling. I guess that makes me a voyeur.
“Of course, you still are,” Gabe continues. “You’re such a good girl for us.” He begins to push in slowly.
Veronica’s back arches slightly as he intrudes her body, a gasp falling from her lips. “Oh fuck!”
Her hand comes down to my thigh as I kneel beside her, nails digging into my skin. She brings her other hand up to her lips and bites down on her knuckles, muffling her sounds of pleasure as he stretches her out.
I lift my hand to her mouth, softly taking her small wrist between my fingers and pulling it away. “Don’t hide those beautiful noises from us, Kitten. We want to hear every single one of them.”
“Oh God, holy shit!” she cries out as he seats himself fully inside her.
“Fuck, you’re so tight around my cock, baby. You feel so fucking good,” he groans. “I don’t think I’ll last very long,” he admits with a chuckle, then begins to rock his hips slowly.
Veronica cries out as he picks up speed, thrusting more brutally into her within seconds. I fist my cock and begin to stroke myself leisurely, and my Kitten’s eyes fall on my hand as she licks her lips, her chest rising and falling heavily.
“Do you want me in your mouth again, Kitten?”
“Yes, please.” I have a feeling our girl loves giving head. And she’s damn good at it.
Not a lot of women are able to take me all the way. I know I’m longer than average, and even those who can deep throat don’t usually take me to the hilt. But Veronica, she did it like a pro and was even able to keep me down her throat, without panicking, for longer than I thought. Which doesn’t seem to be an easy task since most can’t manage it.
She lifts to her elbows like she was earlier as I move closer to her, then eagerly takes me into her mouth, humming as her eyelids flutter with satisfaction. Like she can’t get enough of my taste on her tongue. With how powerful Gabe rocks into her, causing her body to jerk back and forth, it makes it hard for her to bob properly. So with one hand cupping the back of her head, I help guide her down my shaft.
“That’s it, Kitten. Take me as deep as you can.” She takes me all the way once more, and my eyes roll to the back of my head.Fuck, this feels so good. I could come right now, but I won’t. The only place I want to come in this moment is deep in her pussy.
She pulls back quickly, her hand jerking me off instead as she whimpers and moans. “Oh fuck! Yes, yes. YESSS! Don’t stop! Holy fuck, I’m gonna come!” Her head falls back as she cries out his name. “Gabriel!”
Veronica falls back down, body arching fully off the ground as she quivers intensely. Her hand still holds tightly onto my dick, squeezing it to the point of pain as droplets leak out of my tip.
“That’s it, baby. Milk my fucking cock.” Gabe thrusts into her one last time and holds still. “FUCK, VIXEN!” he growls with a moan as he shoots his load deep inside her, then drops down on top of her as they both pant, coming down from their explosive moment.
Eventually he lifts his head and kisses her belly as he murmurs, “Four.”
“I can’t do eight. I can’t. There’s no way,” she says, still gasping for air.
“Then one more will have to do for now.” I remove her hand from my dick and lean in to kiss her. “You’ll give us the remaining three tonight.” I smile against her lips and pull away, moving to her parted legs that lie limp on the ground as Gabe moves out of the way.
He settles behind her head and lifts her up by the armpits until her back rests on his chest, with his own leaning against the wall behind him. He reaches forward and grabs hold of her thighs, lifting them up and open for me, securing her in place and preventing her from moving.
Instantly, I see this position won’t work. She wakes up from her dazed state in a flash, and a look of panic sets in her eyes. She begins to shake her head from side to side, fighting against his hold. “No… no, no, no. Please. Please, don’t hold me down…” she urges out in a hurry.
“Ellis, let her go,” I bark out quickly.
He drops her legs immediately, letting them fall back down to the ground, and keeps his hands up. Gabe understands how PTSD works; he lives with it daily. There’s a reason why Gabe never gets into fights and does everything to avoid them. It’s one of his biggest triggers.
Sometimes I wonder if that’s why he chose to be a goalie, since it’s the position that rarely gets in any fights. Ellis is a fantastic hockey player and could easily play any position and be great at it. From what he told me, he played defense up until college, where he then changed it up to goalie.
I focus back on Veronica, who’s taking deep breaths as she tries to shake herself back to the present. Carefully, I press my hand to her thigh and rub up and down. “Kitten, you know we would never hurt you, right?”
Her eyes flick up to mine as she swallows, then nods slowly. “I know. I’m sorry.”
Gabe’s hands come down to her arms, imitating my movements. “You have nothing to be sorry about, baby. We understand you have limits, and we’ll work with them.” He kisses the side of her head. “We’ll figure it all out together, Vixen.”
“Okay,” she says quietly.
Having the green light, I pass my arms beneath her legs until the backs of her knees rest on the inside crook of my elbows. My hands grab her hips as I lift her pelvis slightly off the floor. The position brings her lower on Gabe, her head now resting on his abs instead of his chest.
