Chapter Twelve
Lana
We made it to the front door of the farmhouse. Before I managed to unlock the door, Gabe slammed me against the wall and pinned me in place, his lips smothering mine. His leg slid between mine, forcing them apart until he met my groin. I groaned as his knee rubbed against me. I ground against him, all the while caught in his gaze. His face was etched with need as he forced my arms up above my head and attacked my neck with rough kisses and nibbles.
As I trembled beneath him, he whispered into my ear. “Is this explanation enough?” He snarled. I gasped as he bit my ear and trailed kisses down my neck and to my chest.
I was hungry for his mouth, so I struggled to free my arms, then grabbed his head. He stumbled backwards and I caught him just before he fell. “Not so fast,” I panted.
We somehow made it through the door and into the living room. Gabe flung off his suit coat and undid his bowtie, never once losing eye contact with me. I was enthralled and a tiny bit scared of how animalistic he was. My soaked panties clearly indicated that I liked the way this made me feel.
He stalked towards me while unbuttoning his shirt. The muscles underneath the thin fabric were flexing and bunching, all of which was making my clit throb. I wanted him so bad that my clit was already engorged to the point of discomfort. If I didn’t do something soon I was going to go crazy.
His eyes flashed bright as he came closer, ready to pounce. But when he finally touched me, it was so soft and delicate that I nearly collapsed. I had been ready for a take-down. Instead, he pushed the straps of my dress down and released my breasts. The cold air made my nipples rise to the occasion. He cursed under his breath at the sight of them, then sank to his knees, bringing me with him.
We fell to the floor and he began to suckle on my nipple. “This. I always wanted to do this,” he breathed, before grazing his teeth against my tender skin, making me arch my back in response.
“Is this another explanation?” I breathed through gritted teeth.
“Mhm,” he nodded over and over.
My clit throbbed as Gabe nibbled on my nipples, sending electrical impulses down through my core and into my groin. I decided it was time for an explanation of my own.
I pushed him on to the floor and swung my leg over until I was on top of him. He looked at me with an expression of wonder, as I quickly undid his pants and pulled his cock out into the open. My eyes nearly bulged out of their sockets. “Oh, wow. You never told me you were packing, Mr. Dawson!”
It was truly a thing of beauty. A great length, a nice thickness without being too thick, and glistening with pre-cum.
I slid down on top of him and we both groaned in unison. I was so tight that it took a moment before I could adjust and let him slip deep inside.
“Oh God! You’re so tight!” He shuddered, as I shifted my hips and took him deeper. The initial pain gave way to a burst of sensation, and I moaned loudly as pleasure flooded my body.
I couldn’t hold it anymore.
I began to rock my hips.
I stared him down as my hips rocked back and forth, feeling every inch of his throbbing cock filling me up inside. I was still incredibly tight and it felt like my walls clung to his shaft as I slowly began to rotate my hips.
His eyes glazed over as he stretched his neck and his head tipped backwards. His hands grasped at my breasts and squeezed them hard, sending shivers all the way through my body. I pulled slowly upwards until the tip of his cock was almost free, then plunged my hips back down again, all the way down.
Gabe sat up and grabbed my hips, and began to fuck in tandem with me, no longer content to give me the control. He flipped me over and pinned my hands above my head, before bending down and kissing me long and hard.
“Fuck…” I groaned through his kisses, as he continued to thrust deep inside me, slowly, agonizingly slowly, his fingers finding their way to my clit and massaging it over and over.
I dug my nails into his back and roared as an orgasm ripped through me. I spasmed so much that I almost forced his cock out of my pussy, but he groaned loudly and thrust inside, using all of his strength to sink deeper inside as I pulsated all around him.
As the orgasm subsided, the sensations fluttered through my body and he held me close to him as he continued to fuck me hard. Before I knew what was happening, he grabbed hold of my legs and placed them on his shoulders, pushing his cock deeper inside me and stopped.
His face was dark and his eyes were wild. His lips were curled into a mischievous smirk.
“Gabe!” I moaned, bucking my hips against him. He stayed still and continued to stare down at me. Finally, he moved his cock out slowly and rested the head against my opening. I cried out in desperation. “Please! Fuck me!” I pleaded.
He slid his cock inside again, so agonizingly slowly that I felt every single inch. His wild eyes gleamed as he relished the power he had over me, controlling the pace, building me into a frenzy, and enjoying the fact that he had turned me into a needy cock whore.
“Please!” I begged one last time.
He slammed inside me and my hips bucked against him. Sweat was pouring down off his brow and on to my face as he let go of my legs, and pulled me closer. We fucked hard and fast, then long and slow, then hard and fast again.
With one final push we both cried out as we reached climax at the same time.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I clung on to him for dear life as I let go of all of my frustrations and got lost in the moment. When we pulled apart we were drenched in sweat and looked like we had run a marathon. We helped each other up the stairs and into Gabe’s bedroom. We climbed on to the bed and collapsed in a heap. I couldn’t make a coherent thought. My body was still sparking from all of the orgasms and my brain felt like it had completely melted. My eyes fluttered closed and I fell asleep in his arms.
A few hours later, I opened one eye and blinked. Grabbing on to the side of the bed, I pulled myself up and looked around the room. Gabe was sitting on the chair watching me.
“Morning, Ms. Torres,” he smiled.
I rubbed my face and yawned. “Is it really morning? I’m so tired.”
“I wonder why?” He said, innocently.
“Yeah,” I smiled and scrambled to the edge of the bed. “I better get ready. I have studying to do.”
“Can we just sit, for a minute?”
“Sure,” I replied, and sat back on the bed. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong. In fact, I’ve been thinking.”
“Uh-oh. Did it hurt?”
“Stop. This is serious.”
“Okay,” I said, crossing my legs and waiting for him to say whatever it was he had to say.
Instead he stood up and went to his dresser. When he returned to his seat, he had a small box in his hand. He opened the box and held it out to me. Inside was an antique gold ring with a beautiful brilliant cut diamond.
I was confused. “I already have a ring.”
“Yeah, a fake ring for a fake wedding. This one was my mom’s engagement ring. It’s special. I want you to have it.”
I shifted uncomfortably, not entirely sure why he would be giving me his mom’s ring. “Gabe, I’m really tired. Let’s not talk about this anymore. Not today, okay?”
He got down on one knee and held the ring out in front of me. My heart just about jumped out of my skin. What the hell was he doing?
“Lana Torres, will you marry me?”
“What? No!” I jumped up off the bed and ran out of the room. Gabe followed me but I slammed the door to my bedroom before he could set foot inside.
“Lana! Please, I’m being serious!”
I backed away from the door. “No! You don’t understand!”
He banged on the door. “Please let me in. I love you. I don’t want a fake marriage with you. I want to really marry you. Please!”
No, this wasn’t happening. The previous night came flooding back into my mind and I doubled over. I struggled to catch my breath as panic rose in my chest. What had we done? What was going on? I had to get out of there. I had to get some air.
He banged on the door again. “Lana, please!”
“Leave me alone!” I screamed. The banging stopped and I stumbled around trying to find some clothes to throw on. I opened the door and Gabe was sitting on the floor, his face etched with pain.
“Please Lana, don’t do this! I love you!”
My hand flew to my mouth. “No. You don’t understand! I can’t marry you!”
I ran out of the house as quickly as I could, jumping into my car and gunning the engine. Tears were streaming down my face and I could barely see where I was going. Somehow, I managed to find the way, and I pulled up at the cemetery gates and ran towards the spot where I had spent many hours, talking to the man I loved.
His gravestone was in a row near a large evergreen. I had chosen this spot for him because I knew he would appreciate the shade. I crouched down and wiped dust away from the marble headstone.
“Kyle, what is happening to me?” I sobbed. “I don’t know what to do. I’ve betrayed you, and I don’t know if I can ever forgive myself. I’m so sorry. So, so sorry. I promise that I won’t ever betray you again. I will never stop loving you!”