GABE
For the ten-minute drive, she doubled down on me with the dirty talk. Last night she’d been shy about it, but not anymore. She got up on her knees beside me, whispering into my ear as I drove. “I want your cock inside me” made the stoplights blurry. “I want you to fuck me all night” damn near made me drive off the road.
Somehow, I managed to get us back to the Willows. I pulled into the driveway and threw the truck in park. I flung open the door and dragged her out of my side by her hips. Her knees parted for me and I envisioned fucking her right there, just like that, out in the open. Give a fuck who saw us. But as tempting as that was, I had other plans. I pressed into her spread legs. “Some other night, this’ll be enough. But not tonight.”
I scooped her into me and put her in a fireman’s hold over my shoulder. She giggled and drummed on my back, but I wasn’t letting her win this one. With my arm wrapped around her thighs, I carried her toward the back door. Halfway there one of her sneakers slid off. Didn’t fucking matter—she’d be buck naked within the minute. I reached into my pocket, grabbed the keys, and unlocked the door. The kitchen was cool, dark, and quiet. I tossed my keys aside, wrapped my arms around her body, and laid her down on the marble island in the middle of the kitchen. “Don’t move,” I told her.
She tucked her arms behind her head. There was some fear in her expression—playful but cautious. Obedient. Such a good fucking girl.
Playing with fire was fine. Having control over that fire was what real power was all about.
I closed the blinds over the sink. I shut the swinging door that went into the dining room and the door that went into the walk-through pantry. I pulled off her remaining sneaker and tossed it aside.
“As soon as you walked in here with me,” I said as I undid my belt, “I wanted to fuck you on this marble slab.” I unzipped her fly and peeled her jeans off her, yanking them off her ankles inside out. I pulled her top off and tossed it into the dark. I bent over her and took her breasts in my hands, pinching both nipples at the same time. She hissed and came up off the marble just far enough for me to reach behind her and undo her bra. And then I kissed a line down her stomach, took her panties in my teeth, and looked up the length of her body at her. From my back pocket, I took my Swiss Army knife. I flipped it open, and it glinted in the dim moonlight. I pulled the fabric away from her body. Then I placed my knife against the front panel . . . and cut those lacy little suckers right off her.
She sucked in a surprised breath, which made her stomach contract in the most ball-busting way.
With her panties cut away, I tossed my knife onto the counter and dropped my pants and boxers. I leaned down over her again, feeling the chill of the marble against my balls. I took her left nipple in my mouth and sucked it until it was hard and firm. It left my mouth with a pop, and I straightened up above her, fisting my cock in my hand. “Let me film you.”
Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, and she came up on her elbows. “Now?”
Slowly I worked my length, with my head at her opening. “Yeah. Now.” I could tell what she was thinking—about trust and risk. “We can use your phone. You keep it. Show me if you want, or not. But I just wanna capture this.” I ran my hand down her breastbone. “All of it.”
I pressed into her half an inch, far enough to feel her body resist . . . and relent. But no farther. Her eyes shut slowly, and she rolled her head back on the marble, moaning.
Only an inch into her and I felt my balls tighten up. Give a shit about stamina—I wanted to put everything I had inside her, and I didn’t want to wait to do it.
She studied me for a second once she’d gotten used to me inside her again. I gave her another inch, and her neck arched back. Her silhouette appeared in shadow on the cabinets across the kitchen.
“My phone, my file,” she said as she wrapped her legs around me. “That’s the deal?”
“That’s the deal.” For a couple of long, deep, slow thrusts, I stayed inside her. The deeper I went, the wetter she got. It was so addictive—that wetness, the way she felt, the way she squeezed, the way her ass slapped the marble when I gave it to her hard. I eased up on her, though, and watched her, waiting for her answer. To make fantasy into reality.
“Outside pocket,” she said finally.
“You drive me fucking crazy.” Keeping one hand on her body, I grabbed her purse and found her phone. I flipped over to the camera and made sure her face was in frame. “You’re on,” I told her.
“Oh yeah?” She looked right at the camera. “You’re getting this?” She slid her fingers down her body, into her pussy. And then licked herself off her fingertips.
“Jesus Christ,” I growled as I filmed every inch of her, tilting the camera so I didn’t miss a thing. “How’d you get so sexy?”
“Born this way,” she teased and tried to push my back with her heel like she had last night. But I didn’t let her and pinned her leg between my arm and my body. With the camera in my left hand, I fisted my cock with my right and went tight on me entering her. Amateur POV porn, the best kind of all. At first I went slow, until I was halfway in. And then I gave the rest of it to her in one savage drive. She gripped the edge of the marble, groaning as I hit her cervix. She let her head fall to the side, and her hair spilled back over her shoulders, fanning out behind her. As slow as I could stand it, I pulled out, almost leaving her, and caught her watching me. I moved the camera up her body and onto her face. She looked disappointed and pouty. One more time I powered into her, and in the frame I watched that pleasure overtake her. Buried deep inside her, I ran the camera over her creamy white breasts, and like she was in my goddamned head, she took one of them between her fingertips and pinched it. Not the nipple, but the breast itself, and her fingers made deep indentations that made me wild. For as long as I could hold out, I filmed her as I fucked her. But after a few more deep thrusts, just holding the camera was too much distraction. To make her roar, I was going to need both my hands.
Time for the closing shot. “Tell me something dirty,” I said as I brought the camera back in close.
She turned her cheek away, all sass and sparkle. She reminded me of one of those sexy dark-eyed vamps that they put in the silent films—so animated they didn’t need to say a goddamned word. “Not on camera.” She tried to push the camera away, smiling and laughing, like she was embarrassed. Like I was bringing her right to her limit.
That’s where I wanted to take her—and push her right over the edge. “Don’t you hide from me. Don’t you start being coy now.”
I drove into her again, slow and steady. I envisioned my cock sliding into her. Flesh to flesh. Head to G-spot. Cell to motherfucking cell. Her expression got serious and focused. I watched those pretty lips and finally she said, “Please just take me, Gabe. Please.”
It wasn’t dirty, but it was fucking hot. As she said it, I felt my precum pulse into her. She had me by the balls and she knew it, which made her exponentially more powerful. I killed her phone and tossed it over into the pile of our clothes. I pulled her into me so that her ass was slightly off the edge of the countertop. Using my shoulders, I bent her knees back, revealing the mouthwatering lines of her pink pussy. I got a mouthful of saliva and let it trickle down onto her clit. Then I took her hand, put her fingers where they fucking belonged, and I gave it to her. For real.