She gasped. She writhed.
Gabriel’s torture didn’t end with the sucking. He parted her pussy lips and slid a finger into her entrance.
“Gabe…”
He slid in another finger. Her pussy stretched around his rough, large fingers. She could feel the callused part of his knuckles. Divine. He sucked her clit again while he finger-fucked her with short, precise jabs.
Cat cursed, grabbing Gabriel’s hair. A maddening urge to come overwhelmed her. Gabriel had long fingers that could reach deeper in
to her cunt than she could reach without the aid of vibrator. And the man was a thousand times better than her much-loved Hitachi wand. The moment Gabriel rubbed her secret spot she knew she was done for.
He’d barely given her a dozen rubs when a galvanic orgasm tore through her.
She screamed, her head thrown backward. Her pussy spasmed around his fingers, her juice seeping down his wrist.
Gabriel let go of her clit. He watched her ascend to rapture. He didn’t stop stroking her until the last wave of her climax had dissipated. Cat had to stop him. She couldn’t take any more stimulation. He withdrew his fingers and licked them like a starving cat.
“God,” he growled. “You’re so luscious. Ask me another question, Catherine.”
What? Another question? That means…
She swallowed hard. So far, what he had confided to her were lies. Why should she give him the satisfaction? She mumbled, “No.”
“No?” He sounded more amused than mad.
“No, no questions. You’re just jerking me around.”
“I told you I would do no such thing. I answered your questions truthfully.” Gabriel stood up and started undressing.
“That’s not going…” Her words evaporated in her throat. She wanted to say that his getting naked wouldn’t change her mind. But a glance at the perfect body underneath his shirt and her mind scattered. He shrugged off the V-neck white undershirt, the same kind she’d worn less than fifteen minutes ago, and unbuckled his belt.
His pants dropped. His briefs followed.
Cat unconsciously swallowed her saliva at the sight of his cock.
It was as beautiful as the rest of him. A cock made for fucking and to be blown. Thick, hard and long. And it was fully erect from a nest of dark thatch. He kicked off his shoes and yanked off his socks hurriedly. The bed dipped as he spooned himself next to her. He kissed her shoulder, her neck, and the back of her ear until she liquefied like a dropped ice cream on the pavement under the hot July sun.
“Where were we again?” he asked in a voice that sounded like a purr.
“No questions.” Cat thought she should probably disentangle herself from him and get up. But she didn’t really want to. His body was warm and inviting. His mouth and tongue—oh, my God. They were beyond treacherous. She wondered what his cock could do.
“You sure?”
His hot breath sent shivers throughout her body. He played with her nipples and breasts again.
Gabriel wrenched open her legs and slipped his cock at the juncture of her thighs. Her wetness made his shaft slick when he mimicked fucking her. Her swollen pussy grazed against his granite-hard erection.
Oh, man, Cat mourned. No woman could resist this type of seduction. There had never been any tales of his wild sexcapades in the tabloids, so she’d never thought he’d be this good at sex. She could feel that satiny-smooth, veined, rigid flesh of his grinding over her pussy lips. And his coarse pubic hair on her ass, sending small thrilling sensations straight up her spine.
Cat buried her face in the bed sheet, muffling her own frustrated growl. “Gabe…”
“Hmm?” He nibbled on her earlobe.
A wave of shudders made her pussy wetter. She elbowed him and turned aside, facing him. Gabriel plastered his lips on hers, wrestling her under his body. The last defiance inside her melted away. She instinctively wrapped her slender legs around his waist. He must have taken it as a sign of surrender, because he growled in triumph and positioned himself on her pussy. His crown nudged her wet opening. His flat abs pressed against hers and his chest brushed her hardened nipples.
“Gabe…”
“Yes, babe?”