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Gabriel flipped our position positioning us such that my back was facing his front again, and his dick lurked around my ass before reaching the entrance of my pussy again.
“Always wet for me,” He k*ssed my neck from behind, pressing his dick, making me whimper. “Maybe you’re not a good girl
after all.”
“I–I am.” I was breathless.
“Do you want me to fuck you like a good girl?”
“N–No.”
“How do you want me to fuck you, baby?” He asked, again.
“Raw.” I replied, my eyes dark with a passion I didn’t recognise before today. “Fast. Rough.”
“That’s not something that a good girl wants now, is it?”
His hands wrapped around my neck in a choke hold again.
“N- No.” I replied, “f**k me like a bad girl, Gabriel.”
“I’m going to fuck you like you’re my girl, baby, because you are.” He promised, his bulging dick throbbing. “And you’re going to watch me fuck you in the mirror. You’re going to watch me own you and you’re going to like it, hm?”
I nodded with desperation as he left my neck and bent me down.
“Get on all your fours, baby,” he ordered and I did just that as he got on his knees behind me and then bent my back down till my head was on the floor, bent to one side, mirror in front of it.
I watched him in the mirror stroking his dick while looking at me, spanking my ass before he positioned it in front of my clit.
Without warning, he entered.
I gasped.
It had been so long since I had S*x, that I had forgotten how it felt like. I had forgotten the pain and the pleasure that shot. through.
“Gabriel.. f**k!” I gasped, my breathing deepening. “Are you.. are you in?”
“Just the tip,” He said.
My heart beat fastened as he pushed in more.
I moaned inhumanly, tears rising.
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“You can take it, baby. You can take all of me.” He said, and pushed further and further, Every time I thought he was completely in, he pushed more until he was positioned. “So f**king tight,” he spanked me and my legs shook as I focused on my breathing trying to adjust to the pain. He was huge. “This pussy was made for my dick.”
He moved, removing himself and then thrusted back in.
“Gabe…” This time, it hurt lesser.
The next time he thrusted, the pain was even lesser and the fourth time, the pain completely dissipated, leaving just pleasure behind–pleasure like I had never known before.
“Your cunt was made for me, baby.” His strokes fastened. My breaths were shorter and his name was the only word I knew with every time he pushed into mo
“1.” Thrust. “Own.” Thrust. “You.”
*Gabriel! f**k!”
“You.” Thrust. “Are.” Thrust. “My wife.”
“Gabriel!”
“You.” Thrust. “Belong.” Thrust. “To me.”
“Gabe.. Gabe.. faster.”
“All.” Thrust. “Your” Thrust. “Orgasms.” Thrust. “Are mine.”
He quickened his pace and I watched him in the mirror, I watched as he spanked my ass while thrusting into me, I watched him pick his pace while rubbing my clit from behind.
“L… I’m about to come.” I told him, and since he didn’t stop me like he usually does, I came.
I came all over his dick while he was thrusting in me, and he pulled out only after I rode off the high of my orgasm. He collected me in his arms, taking me to the bed and putting me down, hovering over me.
I looked at him staring down at me.
“Did you watch me in the mirror, baby?” He asked.
I nodded.
“Who owns you?”
“Y–You.”
His hand wrapped around his dick as he continued rubbing it. “Who do you belong to?”
“You.”
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“Good. You watched my dick fuck you, now watch my face as I fuck you.” He raised my legs onto his shoulders, positioning himself in front of me and then entered in me without warning.
I felt sore and sensitive, and I screamed his name as he thrusted in me.
Instead of stopping, he leaned ahead to k*ss me. “Open your eyes, Freckles.”
I did. His eyes bore into me and his b*dy moved, thrusting into me until I was comfortable with it again.
And then, he bent down to k*ss me again while pleasure built around me again, my traitor clit welcoming his dick and wrapping around him happily.
And so, he began thrusting again while his face remained buried in my neck and his hand pressed my right boob, squeezing it like it was his favourite toy.
Every part of me felt sore, but the pleasure building in me again overtook all my senses.
There was much less talking this time, and a lot more f**king. His pace was gentle, and when it began picking up pace again, he straightened up, holding both my legs together as he continued thrusting inside me, absolutely slow at first and then picking his pace, driving me nuts.
“Ah, Gabriel. f**k.”
“Made for me, Freckles. You were made for me.” He muttered in a low promise.
“I–I want to…” I couldn’t talk anymore. I just couldn’t.
All I felt was a pleasure I couldn’t contain, spreading from my clit to my legs that hurt and shook, and my heart that was pounding in my chest.
I could feel my climax build inside me, and I knew I had never orgasmed so fast before. Not when he fingered me, not when
he went down on me and not even the first time he fucked me.
But here, looking at him, looking at his face and his b*dy thrust inside me while his hands assaulted my boobs and his lips left marks all over my chest, it did something to me.
It brought a sense of belonging that I didn’t even want to fight.
“Come for me, Freckles. Come all over my dick
ck like you own it.”
“Like?” I questioned with the little strength and sanity I had left in me. “I… own….
“Right as fuck you do.” He replied, “Now, come for me, baby.”
And so, I did.
I don’t think I had ever come like this before, the high of it literally making me want to pass out. I don’t know for how long did I remain curled up where I was because by the time my breathing normalised, and I could see the ceiling of the room. again, the painting of the n*ked lovers staring back at my n*ked self, Gabriel wasn’t there. He wasn’t standing in front of me anymore, and he wasn’t thrusting inside me.
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He came out from the bathroom and then picked me in his arms.
“What’re you doing?” I asked him, but curled up to him without hesitance.
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“I drew you a bath,” he said, and sure enough, there was a bathtub filled with water that was still running and lukewarm.
“Why?” I asked as he placed me inside it.
“You’re sore. This would help you relax before the fourth round.”
My eyes widened, and he shamelessly laughed. “I’m joking.” He muttered against my hair before placing a soft k*ss to my forehead and passing me one of the shower gels, and then leaving me to finish bathing by myself.
