Gabe (Blue-Collar Billionaires 3)

She lets out a little huff that morphs into a low moan at the first brush of my tongue against her pussy. Her mouth falls open and she lets out the sexiest little whimper that hits me right between the eyes.

I work slowly, knowing that every soft brush of my tongue will push her higher, make her crave what I can give her. I trail my fingers up and down her legs. She's so soft. Everywhere. I can't get enough of her taste, drawing her little clit between my lips over and over.

"Gabe!" Suddenly her back arches and her legs tighten around my head.

It's a heady feeling, having her pliant and trusting beneath me like this. I want to get inside her in every way. I smile against her thigh, taking a little nip that makes her moan before giving her what she wants.

When I take her clit beneath my teeth gently and thrust a finger inside, she lets out another soft cry and shudders beneath me. I want to lap it all up, every bit of her desire, and then do it all again.

She's still panting when pull back and yank my shirt over my head. Kicking out of my sweatpants, I lower myself on top of her. Her hands immediately grip my hair, pulling me to her for another deep kiss.

Making my way down her body, I skim my tongue over the tempting curves of her breasts, stopping to take a nipple deep. Her helpless sigh eggs me on and I tongue the sharp peak until she gasps and squirms beneath me. I feel drugged, the scent rising from her skin so enticing that I have the urge to rub myself against her until it's all over me.

"Gabe, don't stop." She shudders when I move to the other side, treating her other nipple to the same teasing caress.

“I'm not stopping, beautiful. I couldn't even if I tried.” I flex my hips and my cock nudges against her core. She gives an appreciative murmur and swivels her hips in response.

"Jesus. You're a sexy little thing, you know that? You love to tease."

She bites her lips and nods, her breath coming a little harder when I flex again.

"Well, you're not the only one who can tease. I'm not giving you this until you beg me for it."

Sasha's eyes light up and then her legs wrap around my waist. Her undulations rub her right against my dick. Fuck. She's so hot and wet. I hang my head, trying in vain to get control of myself. I groan when she kisses her way up my neck and then takes my lobe between her teeth.

"I'm not the one who'll be begging," she whispers. Then her hands drop down until she grabs my ass and holds me against her.

Control gone, I almost come right then. "Please tell me you have a condom."

She points to her nightstand. I lean over and yank the top drawer out. There's a strip of three in the back of the drawer. Rolling one on should give me the time I need to pull back from the edge but then Sasha rolls over and touches me tentatively. My cock jumps in her hand and she glances up with a naughty look before she licks the tip. Fire races over every inch of my skin as she sweeps her hair over her shoulder and opens wider, trying to take in more. When I bump the back of her throat, I almost black out when she swallows around me.

"Fuck it, you win." I pull back and get the condom on in record time. Then I crawl over her, pulling her legs around my waist. Before she can say anything, I thrust deep.

Her head falls back and she lets out a long, agonized moan. Her pussy clenches around me, holding me tight.

"Oh my god, I'm pretty sure we're both winning right now."

The laugh takes me by surprise and I have to smother it against her neck. Only Sasha could make me laugh at a moment like this. A sudden rush of affection takes me off guard. She has such a pure heart. I shouldn't be here, reveling in her sweetness. I'm more aware in that moment of how utterly unworthy I am of her. My heart is black, covered in years of grime from all the questionable choices I've made in my life.

But here in this moment, she makes me feel brand new.

"You don't even know what you do to me." My words are spoken so softly that I doubt she hears me but her arms tighten around my shoulders.

Before long, we have a perfect rhythm and as my hips roll against hers, I swear I'm getting deeper every time. She grasps at my forearms helplessly, her eyes widening when I hit a certain spot.

"Gabe! Yes, right there." She comes with a sharp cry and her nails dig into my skin until I'm sure she's drawn blood. Her pussy flutters and the strong contractions pull me over the edge, too. I groan against her hair and squeeze her tighter, feeling like I've died and come back to life simultaneously.

We stay like that, breathing hard and wrapped up in each other's arms for a long time. She traces circles on my shoulder and rubs one of her legs up and down mine. Those little touches seem almost as intimate as what we just did. It's like she doesn't want to be separated from me yet.

When I turn my head, she's watching me but there's no regret in her gaze. She looks completely satisfied. Replete.

Every masculine instinct I have roars to life at having put that look on her face. It may be wrong but I'm going to take this stolen moment in time and enjoy it. I can't be what she deserves but I can give her this. I will worship at the altar of her body and give her the one thing I can.

Pleasure.

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Thursday morning I cram my feet in the flimsy pair o