Page 77 of Vicious Devotion
“How fast can you come from this?” he murmurs against my ear, rolling his hips again. “Because I don’t know how long I can wait to taste you. I want you wet and sensitive for me, when I give you my tongue. I want you begging for your second orgasm from my mouth.”
“Gabriel!” I cry out as he grinds into me, one hand squeezing my hip as he pushes me closer, my body clenching with the desire to be filled as I hurtle closer to my orgasm.
I never knew he had the kind of filthy mouth that whispers things like that into my ear. I never knew I would want it. But every dirty promise, every word that his hoarse, lust-filled voice murmurs, sends shocks of pleasure through me that only heighten the jolts coursing over my skin.
I’m so close. He rocks his hips again, rubbing that rough fabric against me, and his hand slides up to my breast, pinching my nipple between two fingertips. He presses his mouth against the corner of my jaw, still rubbing my nipple as he grinds against me—and stars burst in the darkness behind my eyes as I fall over the edge.
One of my hands claws at his back, the other pressed flat against the door, my hips bucking as Gabriel sucks gently at the soft flesh of my throat, a counterpoint to the rough, ceaseless grind of his jeans against me. I feel the rush of wet heat, feel my entire body shuddering, my knees going weak, and Gabriel’s arm goes around my waist, holding me upright as he slows the rocking of his hips.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my ear, his voice deep and husky. “You came so hard for me. My fucking jeans are soaked, sweetheart. That was so fucking good.”
He pulls away, for the briefest second, and my eyes dart downwards. He’s not lying—I can see where he was grinding up against me as I came, my arousal soaking the fabric. The line of his cock, still straining as if it might rip the fabric, is streaked wet.
My cheeks flame, and Gabriel smirks, his eyes dark with lust. “There’s nothing to be embarrassed about,” he murmurs, sinking to his knees as he grabs my hips with both hands, holding me back against the door. “Now soak my face like you soaked my jeans, baby.”
“Gabriel—I—” I barely have a chance to try to protest, to tell him that I don’t know if I can take it, before his mouth is pressed between my legs.
He doesn’t go right for my clit, as if he knows that I can’t take the direct contact yet. Instead, he slides his lips over my folds, his warm breath sensitizing every inch of skin, lightly sucking and nibbling at the seam of my pussy. His tongue slides down, swirling around my entrance as he spreads my folds open with his thumbs, exposing my swollen clit to the cool air as his tongue stiffens against me, and he thrusts it inside.
“Oh my god!” I cry out, one hand grabbing for his hair as my knees nearly buckle, my body clenching around his tongue. I needed something inside of me, needed to be filled, and he thrusts his tongue into me like a smaller version of his cock, his nose bumping against my clit as he starts to tongue-fuck me in earnest.
I don’t know how I’m going to stay upright. My thighs are trembling, my entire body shaking already from the sensations, and I know he’s going to make me come again like this. One of Gabriel’s hands slides up my hip, holding me there as his tongue curls inside of me, still thrusting as I cry out, another helpless moan slipping free.
“Please—” I gasp, as he thrusts again. “I need?—”
His eyes roll up to meet mine, and his thumb slides upwards, pressing against my clit as he keeps fucking me with his tongue. He rolls it under his thumb, quick, hard circles, and I feel my eyes roll back as another orgasm builds to the point of release.
How many times is he going to make me come before he fucks me? I have no idea—but I don’t want him to stop. It’s so good—almost too good—and I cry out, the sound forming into something like his name as he rolls his thumb over my clit again, and fireworks explode behind my eyes for the second time in a matter of minutes.
My hips buck against his face, thighs trembling as I ride his tongue, soaking his mouth and chin with my arousal as the pleasure crashes over me. “Gabriel—Gabriel!” I cry out again, coming hard on his face. I expect him to pull back—but instead, he just tilts his mouth up, replacing his tongue with two of his fingers as his lips find my clit, and he sucks it into his mouth.
I no longer know where one orgasm ends and another begins. His fingers are thrusting roughly inside of me, two—now three—fucking me hard as he sucks and laps at my clit, driving me into an endless loop of pleasure that crests and falls again and again. I feel dizzy, my knees shaking, and for a brief second, I know I’m going to collapse as I buck against his face, coming again and again for him.
In one swift motion, just as I’m about to fall, Gabriel pushes himself up, grabbing my waist as he lifts me into his arms. He carries me three strides to the bed, depositing me onto it as he grabs the front of his shirt with one hand, ripping it off of his head as he crawls onto the bed above me.
“I need to be inside of you.” His voice is rough, raspy with desire, his eyes dark with it. “Fuck—” He fumbles with the front of his jeans, yanking his zipper down as he shoves his jeans and boxers down just low enough to let his thick, hard cock spring free.
He’s visibly throbbing, the tip wet with pre-cum, the veins standing out in sharp relief to the rest of the straining, velvet length. He grips himself hard in one hand, angling the tip down to press against my soaked entrance, and his eyes meet mine as he holds himself there.
“Tell me I can fuck you as hard as I want.” His voice is pleading, hoarse, so much desire and need wrapped up in that handful of words. “Tell me I can fuck you, Bella.”
He’s held back for so long. Done everything he ever could to make me feel safe. I want to feel him unleash all of that. I want him to take me however he wants to.
“You can fuck me any way you want, Gabriel,” I whisper, looking up at him, and an unreadable expression crosses his face, a look of such lust that it takes my breath away.
“God, I—” He leans forward, bracing himself with one hand, and I feel his swollen cockhead pushing into me in the instant before his hips snap forward, and he thrusts himself into me hard.
I gasp, crying out, and he instantly goes still, every inch of his throbbing cock sheathed inside of me.
“Bella?” He looks down at me, worry tangled up with lust, and I shake my head as I try to speak past the air knocked out of my lungs.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper, curling one hand around the back of his neck as I pull his mouth down to mine. “Please don’t stop.”
This is it, and we both know it. Everything we want happens tonight, or not at all. Gabriel closes his eyes, a groan tearing from his lips as he thrusts, drawing every hard inch of his cock out of me until nothing but his tip is still inside, before slamming himself into me again. He fucks me like that for several strokes, in long, hard thrusts that make me cry out with every one, before he suddenly pulls out, one leg swinging to straddle my torso as he grips his length in one hand and angles it towards my lips.
“Give me your mouth,” he pleads. “Just for a minute. Let me see those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”
There’s no fear this time. I part my lips, reveling in the look of utter lust on his face as I slide them over his swollen tip, tasting his pre-cum and my own wetness on him as he slides his cock over my tongue. I lap at the soft skin just beneath the head, and Gabriel groans through gritted teeth, his jaw tight as he pushes his cock deeper towards my throat.