Managed (VIP 2)
A grunt escapes him, and his big hand comes down on my butt, kneading it—as if he can’t help himself—before he hauls me closer. My breasts cushion on his hard chest. His other hand grips of my hair, holding me right where he wants me.
Our breath mingles as we stare at each other. Gabriel studies my mouth, a tremor running through him. When his eyes meet mine again, they’re filled with heat.
“I wasn’t prepared to need you this much. I don’t know who I am anymore if you aren’t with me.”
He trembles again, holding himself so stiffly.
“I need you too,” I whisper, stroking his shoulder. “So much it hurts. Take the hurt away, Gabriel.”
“Sophie.” His grip in my hair tightens. But when his lips touch mine, they’re soft, a gentle brush. I’ve been waiting so long for this touch, it does something to me, sends my pulse skittering. My belly clenches sweetly, breath leaving me in a rush.
And he sighs, as if he too has been waiting for this. My eyes close, and I let myself just feel him, the way he slowly explores me—a nuzzle of my lower lip, a slow, delicate suck of my upper lip.
We’re locked tight, his cock pulsing between us, our hearts thudding so hard I can feel the answering beat of his against my chest. And yet he kisses me as if he’s memorizing this moment, our lips melding, then drifting away.
My head spins, my body becoming heavy. I kiss him with more intensity, needing, just needing. He feels so good; every time I touch him, my insides ease with relief and then tighten with greedy want.
The chair beneath us creaks. Gabriel’s other hand slides up my back to tangle in my hair. His kiss grows hungry, going deeper, wetter. He groans, and then he’s not so gentle or polite.
Whatever tether he’s had on himself snaps. He lurches up to devour me with a hot intensity that has my head spinning.
The sounds he makes, as if he’s so hungry, dying for it. There is no end, no beginning, only our mouths meeting, messy and uncoordinated.
More and more, I’m whimpering and impatient, needy and lustful. His mouth moves to my jaw and down my neck, where he finds a spot that curls my toes. Rough hands grab my ass, haul me closer.
The thick, round tip of his cock notches against my sex and pushes in, stopped by my panties. But he’s in me, that wide head pulsing and stretching my opening. I’m balanced there, unable to get more, unwilling to move off.
His teeth graze my bare shoulder, hands delving beneath my shirt to stroke my sides. “Off.”
He yanks my shirt over my head and sends it sailing across the room. He doesn’t bother removing my bra, but with a grunt, simply tugs down the cup. My breast pops free, and his hot mouth is on my nipple, sucking with greedy pulls.
“Oh, shit.” I clutch his hair and rock my hips on his cock. It pushes just a bit farther, straining against my panties. I need them off. I need him in me.
Squeezing my ass, he gives a hard thrust as if he, too, is impatient. And then the world tilts as he stands, carrying me. My back meets the cool wall, and his mouth is on my neck.
I’m pinned there, held by his hips against mine. With an impatient sound, he grabs the side of my panties. The elastic stretches tight and then snaps. Another breath and he’s ripping the torn fabric out of his way.
He doesn’t wait, doesn’t ask. I’m so wet, the tip of him glides right in. But he’s a big man, thick and meaty. The delicious girth of him stretches me wide, owning every inch he takes. And he has to work for it, shoving and thrusting, using the wall as leverage. Breathless, I spread my thighs wider to make room for him.
And each time he thrusts, he grunts deep in his chest, his hips meeting mine with a hard slap. He’s fucking the hell out of me, and I love it, I love it.
I’m orgasming before I can even think, and it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt, this insane crescendo that keeps rising and rising. It’s so strong, it almost hurts, this pleasure. I can only slam back down on him, fuck myself against his cock, crying out with helpless need.
And the more I do, the harder he goes, as if he’s feeding off my desperation. The walls rattle with the force of our movements. A picture falls with a crash.
Gabriel strains against me, his cock so deep I feel it in my throat, down to my toes. He groans long and pained as he comes. Heat fills me, and I topple, sagging against the wall, my breath coming in disjointed pants.