Chapter Eleven

 

 

 

 

“Okay, babe we’re home.” Pretty Boy said shaking Gabriella’s shoulder as they pulled up to the cabin. His grin was wide as she groaned and snuggled further into his neck where she’d burrowed the minute he’d climbed into the truck at Dog’s place. Damn, his woman was cute as hell when she was drunk. Feeling her hands rubbing against his abs moving up towards his pecs as she kissed her way up to his ear had his cock ready to blow. Fuck, he was going to be in for a hell of a time tonight if she didn’t stop feeling him up. He’d end up in the shower jacking his dick again. Not that he didn’t already jack it so often lately that he was surprised it wasn’t falling off.

He wouldn’t fuck around on his woman but damn, waiting for her to be ready was fucking killing him. He knew he couldn’t rush her and he’d wait as long as she needed him to, but waiting wasn’t a damned picnic, that was for sure. He shifted her a little as he slid towards the door of the cage he’d brought over to pick her up in. He was damned glad he’d taken advice from Tick when he’d grunted that he’d better follow his old lady’s advice and bring a cage. Charity had been correct, they had all been shitfaced by the end of the night. Not that it really surprised him that the other women were shitfaced, but his girl wasn’t a lush. He would bet that she was a light weight. He knew for a fact that she hardly ever drank, and he’d only seen her drunk once at the welcome party they’d had for Tiny and Racheal’s twins.

“Woah,” Gabi said as she almost fell over in the seat as he got out of the truck. Pretty Boy couldn’t help the little chuckle he let out as he caught her and pulled her to the edge of the seat.

“I got you, firefly.”

“You’re so sweet.” She cooed, her smile goofy. She kept blinking like she was trying to focus on making him smile. She was so fucking cute.

“Yeah, I am baby,” he replied before scooping her into his arms.

She immediately nuzzled her face into his neck, her lips caressing his skin sending shivers of desire down his spine. Letting out a groan as he felt her teeth tease his skin with tiny little nips that made his already hard cock jump. He carried her up the stairs, holding her tightly and enjoying the feeling of her in his arms. He shifted her weight so he could put the key into the door before he opened it. Gabriella started sucking on his earlobe making his knees so weak it was a wonder he was able to kick open the door and get them inside without dropping her. He ended up crashing down on the couch with her sitting awkwardly in his lap. Landing hard, he grunted when his elbow hit the end table hard. Gabriella wasn’t fazed by the sound, or the hard fall. She shifted until she was sitting with a leg on either side of him and her warm little pussy was snuggled up to his hard cock.

Making the pain that had briefly throbbed through his arm disappear. Her hands were sliding all over his body and he found his breath catching as her mouth devoured him.

Fuck, he really liked drunk Gabi. 

“Gabi, ease up. I don’t think this is a good idea tonight,” he grunted out, even though it was the last thing he wanted to say to her. He didn’t want her to regret anything that happened between them in the morning. It would kill him if she was upset about anything that happened between them sexually, and he never wanted her to associate him with her rape. Even in a small way, like him using her drunkenness to loosen her up some.

“No, I want to touch you.” Gabriella whined, her hands tugging his shirt up. He let out a loud groan when her lips covered his nipple. Fuck, even with his shirt in the way, that move made him almost blow in his jeans like a teenager.

“I don’t want this to upset you later, Firefly. Please have mercy on me.” Pretty Boy tried to protest even as his hand rose to cup her hips.

“No, I want to explore you. You said you’re mine.” Gabriella pouted, her eyes unfocused as she glared at him pulling back.

“I am yours. I just don’t want you to think I took advantage of you.”

“I won’t. Now take this off. I want to see your chest.” Gabriella tried again to pull his shirt up and he gave in, helping her before tossing it onto the coffee table while her hands started running over his chest from his navel to his shoulders and back again. Then her mouth was traveling the same path. Fuck, how was he going to stand this shit without it killing him? He didn’t know, but as he gripped her hips and let her move her sweet little mouth over his skin he knew he’d die a happy man.

His hand gripped her hair and he felt her start to grind against his cock. He held her hips and groaned at the feeling of her little pussy grinding on him. Fuck, she was like a furnace and he felt it through their jeans. He knew that she must be hot as hell if he could feel it through all that material. His mind blanked as she bit his nipple, her tongue swirling around it before she flicked it. His hand tightened in her hair holding her mouth to his skin trying to catch his breath as she continued to own him.

Her body was grinding so hard against his and he knew from the little mewls she was making that she was close to coming. Needing to feel it he didn’t hesitate, his hand dove down the front of her jeans and the tips of two fingers brushed against her clit before sinking into the sweetest, hottest pussy he’d ever felt. His mouth crashed into hers and he was kissing her long and hard as he let her pleasure herself on his lap. She continued to grind on him as he allowed his fingers to sit just inside her hot little box as she used them to help get her off.

“That’s a good girl, firefly. Come for me. Please, baby, give me what I need,” Pretty Boy demanded, his cock so worked up he already knew he was about to come in his pants, but he didn’t give a fuck. He couldn’t wait to pull his fingers out, covered in her juices so he could finally get a taste of her pussy. He’d been waiting for what seemed like forever to get it.

“Kyle,” she panted, her body starting to shake as she moaned and her hands gripped his shoulders hard, her nails digging into his skin.

“That’s it, baby. That’s it. Give it to me.” He grunted as he felt the tiny little ripples start as she moaned and threw her head back as his mouth covered her nipple through her shirt, sucking her taunt bud into his mouth. His fingers pushing in more, needing to feel the tight grip of her body as she came or he’d lose his shit.

“Ky—le,” She screamed, her mouth falling open in a silent O and her eyes closed as she shuddered in his arms, her pussy gripping his fingers like a vise. The site of her coming was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen and Pretty Boy couldn’t stop his own orgasm as he blew his wad into the confines of his pants with a loud groan. It took them both several moments to catch their breath and he couldn’t remember a time when he’d ever seen stars when he’d come. He sure as fuck had never felt as satisfied after sex as he did sitting here with Gabriella curled into him with her head resting on his shoulder and his fingers still buried in her still spasming cunt.

Gabriella let out a little sigh as she snuggled closer. Pretty Boy slowly pulled his fingers free from her pussy and pulled them out of her jeans. His fingers moving to his mouth as he sucked them clean. Groaning at the sweet taste of her that he’d been craving for years. It made him want to jerk her pants off and lick her clean. He knew he was making a mistake even as he stood up and carried her into their bedroom. He laid her down on the bed as she watched him with heavy lidded eyes. He pulled her shirt off and then removed her bra, watching her for any signs that she wanted him to stop. When he didn’t see any, he tugged her jeans and panties off and pushed her legs apart, waiting as she stared at him. When she still didn’t protest he dove his face into her pussy and started licking it all up. His dick throbbed even though he’d already come. Gabriella pushed her hand through his hair as he started working her sweet box into another orgasm. His hands cupping her hips and his mouth devouring her.

“More, Kyle, more.” She begged as he ate her, his hands possessive on her body.

He licked and sucked her clit before moving lower. His tongue spearing through into her sweetness as his fingers teased her nipples. Hearing the moans and pleas that fell from her lips made him mad with lust. He didn’t even stop when she came a second time. He just stayed between her legs making love to her pussy like that until she’d come three more times. That was when she passed out. Finally moving up her body kissing her gently as he stood up watching her sleep for a long moment before heading into the shower to take care of the hard-on licking her pussy had given him.

Entering the bathroom, he pulled off his jeans ignoring the hardened come that clung to the material as he climbed beneath the spray, his hand already working his dick. Leaning his head into the wall and allowing the spray to cover his back he imagined the look on her face when she came. The way she’d bit her lip and moaned while her body shook with pleasure. He loved watching her come like that. With the scent of her pussy on his face and her taste on his tongue, he was shooting his load less than a minute after he started working his meat. As he got out of his shower he wrapped a towel around his waist hoping that she didn’t regret what they’d done in the morning because he didn’t know if he could live with knowing he’d made her unhappy even for a moment.

Grabbing a wash cloth, he ran some warm water over it and walked back into the bedroom. Moving to the bed he gently cleaned her up earning a moan and a mumbled complaint from her that made him chuckle. After he’d finished cleaning her up, he entered the bathroom and tossed the cloth into the hamper, then he went back to their room. He glanced at the bed to see her sprawled out looking satisfied. He grinned, deciding he liked that look on her face as he went to the dresser and grabbed a pair of soft, sleep pants. Putting them on, he opened another drawer and dug around until he found a t-shirt and some panties for Gabi. He walked towards the bed, kneeling beside her, he lifted her up and shifted her around so that he could dress her. Laughing when she grunted and tried to fight him off. When her pussy was finally covered, he placed a gentle kiss on the top of her mound before he pulled the shirt over her head. Turning out the light, he laid down and wrapped her in his arms and then pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. Gabi let out a pleased little sigh and mumbled something about sleep making him grin. He was damned glad she was his and with her in his arms it didn’t take him long to fall into a deep contented sleep.