Consent (The Loan Shark Duet 2)

“You are so fucking beautiful,” he whispers. “You have the prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”

I flush at his vulgar compliment, but he doesn’t give me time to process how I feel about the crass words, because he sinks the thumb of his free hand into my channel. My thighs tremble when he pulls out and pushes back in a few times.

“That’s it, beautiful. I want to make your whole body shake with pleasure.”

That’s exactly what happens when he uses two fingers pressed together to spank my clit.

“Gabriel!”

My nails dig into his shoulders for support as my body prepares for release.

“I know you like this.”

Yes, he does. He knows this from the first time he spanked my pussy with his belt.

“Come for me,” he growls, looking up at me with dark possession.

Two more taps, and I do as he demands, coming with a violent spasm that locks my muscles and arches my back. He covers my clit with his lips and sucks me through the orgasm until I’m trembling with aftershocks. My head is tilted back, and my eyes are closed, but I feel him straighten and work open his fly.

He kisses the shell of my ear. “I’m going to fuck you right here against this window.”

No one can see us––our bathroom is practically overhanging an abyss––but the thought of being seen in such a compromising position makes me tense. The slick head of his cock touches my stomach. I open my eyes to look at him. His face is close to mine, not turned away to shelter me from the scars as before.

He brushes our lips together. “What a gorgeous sight you must be with your ass cheeks pushed up against this window.”

He grabs my ass and spreads the cheeks, opening me up to the view of the outside world. “What a turn-on to see those wet pussy lips.” He nips at my neck, freeing his cock. “Any man on the other side of this window will come in his pants.”

As he speaks, he aligns his cock with my entrance and presses an inch inside. I moan at the thick intrusion, needing him to drive deeper, but Gabriel isn’t to be rushed. Male grunts and female whimpers fill the space as he enters me painstakingly slow. It takes him a while to work himself fully inside. I’d almost forgotten how big and thick he is. By the time he’s buried up to his balls, he’s perspiring, and his face is contorted with strain. He flattens me against the glass with his body, bends his knees, and gives a few shallow pumps.

“Mine. Mine. Mine.” He accentuates each word with a shove that drags his cock over the sweet spot that makes my womb tighten with a new building need. It’s too little and too much.

“Pleeaasse,” I beg.

He pulls out almost completely to give me more friction, and penetrates me carefully. He cups my hips between his large palms as if I’m as fragile as our breakfast china. His heat envelopes me from the front while the cold window cools my back. At this rhythm, the contraction that announces my orgasm is a slow-detonating pool of pleasure that ripples out over my entire body.

“Ga––” I swallow the rest of his name as I come.

“Yesss,” he grunts, “come on my cock.”

My inner muscles clench around him as he speaks the wicked words. My skin is still tingling from the orgasm when he pulls free, turns me toward the bath, and places my hands on the edge of the tub.

“Hold on for me.”

With much gentleness he enters me from behind. His thumb presses on the pucker of my ass, adding extra sensations as he pumps in and out of my body, swaying us both with an easy rhythm.

“Look at that,” he says, grabbing my hair and turning my head toward the mirror on the wall.

The muscles of his legs and ass bunch as he pulls out, drives in, and grinds our groins together, over and over. The motion makes my breasts sway. Holding onto one hip, he palms a breast and rolls my nipple, making me contract around him.

He groans and pinches. “Yes, squeeze my cock just like that. Make me come.”

When I clench my inner muscles, he falls forward with a curse, catching his weight with his palms on the edge of the tub. His chest is pressed against my back. Even if I can’t take him any deeper he thrusts his hips up, claiming every piece of me he can.

I feel the exact moment he snaps, the moment every part of his body goes rigid and his cock grows thicker inside me. When he reaches for the bath oil, I’m reminded that Gabriel is still the hard lover from before. I squirm when the cap lifts with a click, but he holds me down with a hand between my shoulder blades and squirts the liquid down the crack of my ass.