by Olivia Fox
No harm, no foul, and her father and mine need be none the wiser.
Gabriela struck me as a girl who craved adventure, and I planned on taking her for a long ride.
On my cock.
The thought of her race-conditioned thigh muscles wrapped around my waist, or around the back of my head, made a spill of precum dampen the front of my boxers.
“This place is almost obscene,” Gabriela said, taking in the untamed, ostentatious display that greeted every visitor to the Lost Coast Acres once they saw the seaside view of the home.
The sky was turning pink, and the view from the patio which overlooked the Pacific Ocean was the best spot on the West Coast to watch it from. Sans skyscrapers, crowds of people, and their accompanying traffic jams.
I poured her a glass of prosecco and watched her drink it from her languid lips.
She finished chewing a stack of parmesan and prosciutto, licking the crumbs from the corners of her mouth and jolted when she turned to see my intent stare observing her, studying her. She caught herself, tilted her head back and met my eyes directly, drumming her fingers against the chair arm. Her natural perfume was doing things to me again, things I couldn’t resist.
I shoved a slice of salami and cheese in my mouth to avoid saying something stupid.
“Real nice place you got here,” she teased.
I swallowed down the urge to stroke and pet her with a gulp of the fizzy liquid. “Not mine exactly. It’s held in trust so Drago family members share it.”
“So you get to use it whenever you want?” She placed the rim of her glass against her mouth, rubbing the edge along her tongue and lapping up any liquid spilled over the side.
I had to fight the sensation of climax, struggling to hold on just a little longer before I used my mouth to ravish her again. Never had simple banter ever been so difficult.
“I told the family it’s in use until further notice, and I have my men at the front of the compound. You’re totally safe here. And no one will interrupt us.”
The sun’s reflection on the water flickered in the corner of her eyes and she said, “Who’s going to save me from the big bad beast who inhabits the castle?”
I gave her body a bold, sweeping gaze and asked, “Do you want to be rescued from him? Maybe it’s only the beast who can set you free?”
It was the sunset, or perhaps, I dared hope, a flash of fire in her eyes. The same, brave girl who climbed the back of my colt and flew him around the track was with me now.
That courageous girl peered out at me from behind the big, trusting eyes with thick black lashes and picked up a cookie.
I demanded no answers and rather than make further inquiries, listened to the not so subtle sounds of her moaning around a mouthful of heaven.
I was old enough to understand that the best way to please a woman was to take charge when it made sense, and to recognize when it was better to listen and wait.
And cookies.
Cookies made everything better.
Right now, Gabriela needed to think.
There was still plenty of time for me to coax her in a way so that almost against her will, she’d undress for me.
We were hiding out, and we weren’t going anywhere. The beast would have his beauty, many times over in his castle, before setting her free.
Famous last words.
Hard to believe that just an hour ago I was telling myself that I had all the time in the world before lapping up the moisture which beaded and dripped between her legs.
I could still fucking smell it and I hadn’t so much as kissed her again.
She looked smaller now, sitting on the living room couch with my blanket tucked around her shoulders.
“Something wrong?” I asked her.
Her posture was stooped, and she clutched at the blanket for comfort. “I can’t stop thinking about those guys trying to snatch me and stuff me in the trunk of their car. Why would they do that?”
My knuckles knotted with hate remembering the sight of those thugs with their hands on her, “I told you, it’s not because of something you did. It’s because of who you are.”
She started to nibble at her nails.
“Look, judging by the way you responded to me the day after the race, what you need is a little sexual healing. When’s the last time you had a good licking?” She gave a soft gasp of surprise at the words I spoke. “Seriously, your pussy’s crying out for me, I can hear her all the way over here.”
“How should I know? No man’s ever done that to me before. Maybe I won’t like it.” She was cute as a button when she got feisty and the notion that I’d be the first to tantalize and tease her with my tongue, made lust ignite in my brain so it was impossible to think of anything else but tasting her.
“Trust me. Not only will you like it, but you’ll soon be addicted to the feeling of me tonguing your sweet little clit.”
11
Gabriela
Carlos made quick work of closing the distance between us, striding over and bending down to where I waited for him on the couch. “Put your arms around my neck.”
I didn’t know whether it was good luck or bad that landed me in this remote hideaway with the first guy to make my body pulse with pleasure.
My pussy was already weeping at the words he spoke to me, and now the smell of him in close quarters ignited a wild heat that turned my panties into a flood plain.
That wasn’t nearly as surprising as my instinctual need to please him.
To do as I was told.
I guess it shouldn’t come as any surprise given the fact that I was raised by a dominating male. But when my dad bossed me around, I found my own means of subterfuge and rebellion to work around it. With Carlos, I got a delicious thrill from being compliant.
I lifted my arms around his neck and the silky swath of his hair stroked the underside of my wrists as he rose up, pulling me with him, so I dangled at his front like a rag doll.
“Put those impressive thigh muscles to good use, Gabriela. Wrap them around my waist.” His voice husked my name. With me wrapped around his waist, it placed me directly on top of the blunt, and formidable head of his erection.
It didn’t help the state of my undies one bit to have his words vibrate through me, making me powerless to resist him. “That’s it, gorgeous. Ride me like the winner you are.” He held me effortlessly to him with one hand and with the other stroked my hair from crown to mid-back, making me his pampered pet. A pet who was ready to lap him up like cream.
The bedroom was a bit over the top for me, but my stomach clenched at his reason for choosing it. A perfect four poster bed faced a long expanse of bay-facing windows, and the entire room was infused with a pink fog from the sunset to heighten its magical feel.
Suddenly my feet gently touched the ground and he let go, taking his seat on the immense mattress. “Take your clothes off for me, Gabriela.” His eyes flicked to my cleavage. “Let me watch.”
“I don’t want you to be disappointed. My boobs are nothing spectacular.” I said. One by one, my garments fell until I stood naked before him, using one arm to cover my breasts.
He grabbed my wrists and pulled my arms away. “That’s a lie. They look like dessert to me.” There was a hitch in his breath. “My favorite kind. Minni di Virgini. Someday I’ll make them for you.”
Might as well get the awkward conversation over first, I thought. “There’s something you should know. I’m not on birth control, and I’ve never had sex with a man before.”
His eyes widened and he stammered, “You. You’re… are you saying you’re a virgin?”
I winced, “Look there are a lot worse things in the world, not like it’s a crime or something. And to answer your question—kind of.”
He fixed his stare on me and leaned back on the bed, “Explain.”
“At least I don’t think I am. I believe the strenuous activity of horseback riding already took care of it. There was evidence to back it up.”
“Y
ou bled?”
I nodded, “And I wasn’t having my period.”
He scrubbed his face with his palm, “It’s a moot point for now. I’m taking you bare the first time I fuck you. We’ll get you on the pill asap.”
The way he so casually talked of us having sex made me fidget. “You take that as a given, do you?”
He stood and leaned aggressively towards me. “I do.”
It was strange, I had the urge to launch myself at him and flee at the same time. Understanding animal behavior was part and parcel of being a good horseback rider, but this guy was making my gut instinct go haywire.
I turned to bolt, intending to find a hiding place while I worked things out in my mind, but he saw right through me.
His arm shot forward, wrapping itself around my waist from behind, and jerked my bare backside up against him.
There it was again. Reminding me of the Centaur erotica I’d read, and I was very, very relieved that he wouldn’t be shoving that thing inside me tonight.
It took a lot to scare me, but that thing was terrifying.
“Shh, Gabriela. Let me make you feel good.” His hot breath blew against my shoulder blades, and his teeth nibbled their way across the nape of my neck. I didn’t realize where his hand was headed until his fingers slid inside me. “Christ. You’re tighter than any virgin has a right to be. Let me taste you, baby.”
On that note, he pulled his fingers out of me and swung me into his arms, placing my head carefully on the pillow. His gaze molten with desire, I watched as his bulge sprang mercifully free from the prison of his pants.
Speaking to the alarm that showed in my eyes, he said, “Don’t worry, baby. I can wait to be inside you; I just can’t wait to have you in my mouth.”
Gracefully, he positioned himself above me on the bed, and began to blow warm air on my nipples.
I arched my back, thrusting my chest at his mouth, and whispered for more.
His tone reminded me of the way I spoke to Prancer when he approached a flapping garbage bag, “Easy. You’ll get more, baby. You’ll get everything you need and then some.”
While popping my nipple into his hot mouth and laving it with his tongue, he slid his hand over my belly, past my pubic bone and began stroking me until my body responded by shivering in ecstasy.
His mouth moved from one breast to the next, licking and lapping at me like frosting on a cupcake while delivering pleasuring strokes down below, even pausing to look me in the eye, lick his fingers, and say, “Delicious. What a tasty little dish you are.”
Deep in my belly, at the very base of my spine where the tension was building, I felt his words. My toes curled and I started plucking at the coverlet beneath me.
“Baby?” His voice was stern, and he shook his head, blowing out a heavy sigh. “You’re not thinking of coming without my permission, are you?”
“Oh. God.” Words. I needed words but my lust had turned my brain to complete and utter mush. “I need…”
“What do you need? Your body belongs to me now. If it needs something, you just ask.” I dared a peek at him and his prominent brows were bunched and scowling. I bit my lip at the prospect of displeasing him, liking it much better when he referred to me as his sweet.
“Please Carlos, por favor. I ache so badly it hurts.” I practically writhed for him, senseless and submissive, but I didn’t much care. He’d taken one nipple between his fingers and was slowly increasing the pressure, using his other hand to do the same with the terribly tender bundle of nerves between my legs.
Then he stopped, and that was much, much worse.
The begging voice in my head slipped past my lips, “Please. Please. Please.”
And then his lips swept onto mine with a kiss that was hard, then soft, then hard again, echoing his touch.
“Tell me if I’m too rough, Gabriela. I feel like I want to eat you alive.” To punctuate his sentence he gave one final pinch to my nipple and swollen nub, making me bite back a whimper. “Now, let me teach you what it’s like to be consumed by a Drago.”
He started to explore me with his tongue, and when tortured moans squeezed past my lips, he slid strong fingers into me, cork screwing them around until he landed on a place inside of me I never knew existed. It was so sensitive, I started thrashing at his touch, pumping against his fingers and wishing instead his big cock was inside me.
Would it hurt?
It had to feel better than this insufferable longing I felt as he lashed at me with his tongue.
He made a wholly sensual sound, a low growl of pleasure when my body began to jerk on his mouth. He pulled away and interrupted my desperate mewling, “Yes, baby. That’s it. Come on my face.”
The way he could speak of my depravity, the result of my pent-up horniness, so casually while shoving his strong fingers into me is what made the satisfying sensation rip through me like the tumbling waves below.
And he wasn’t done yet.
12
Carlos
She had her first orgasm on my face, and I’d never forget it.
She thought we were done.
Fat chance.
“You want me to stop?”
She didn’t answer, her hair sweat-plastered against her brow and the flush of desire painting her chest, as she lay panting on the pillow.
I wasn’t done.
There was one way to take out my sexual frustration over not being able to sink my dick into that perfect cunt tonight. I’d eat her out until she came over and over again on my tongue.
The smell of her fed my hunger, and I used my thumbs to part the wet sides of her labia, all pretty and sparkling with her slick, under the pink light of the fading sun disappearing through the windows. “Gorgeous, Gabriela. You should see yourself.”
Deep sigh overhead.
We all have our weaknesses, but up until now I never truly understood what it meant to give into a weakness and thereby gain strength.
I curved my stiff tongue to stroke her slow and deep. My weakness moaned deep in her throat, turning me into a tiger, salivating at the thought of my feast.
I was a killer, whose handgun barked death and destruction at its enemies.
But for now, there was only Gabriela.
Rubbing her sweet berry and circling her drenched bud while she arched into me. My tongue found her trigger and fired off short little licks and sucks.
I pulled away from her, “Want me to stop?” She took my hair in her hands and swiveled her hips so that her pussy practically begged, the swollen clit peeking out at me from in between its puffy lips.
I suddenly realized I was chewing on my own lip, trying not to think about the iron rod of pure need in my pants.
“Don’t stop, Carlos. Please, whatever you do, don’t stop. I’ll do anything you say.”
“Careful, baby. You might get more than what you bargained for.”
Fuck it. I had to jerk off.
The sounds she made fed my need and I rose up on my knees to look down on her, “Let me see how you touch yourself, baby.” My cock grew even harder in my practiced hand, and once I got an orgasm out of my system, I ought to be able to think more clearly.
I definitely was not thinking about how tight her wet tunnel felt around my fingers. Nor how her lips tasted, or how they’d feel wrapped around my thick, throbbing cock.
She reached for the apex of her thighs.
“Good girl,” I praised her, pumping myself deliberately.
Shyly, she began to stroke and pet herself and the insane squelching sounds that she made, so wet was she, made me to tighten my grip and tug harder on my shaft.
“You ever had a dick this big in your mouth, baby?” I asked her.
Pushing a second finger inside herself, eyes clouded in a sexual haze, she shook her head.
“Do you think you’d like it?” I was struggling to hold back now, speaking between clenched teeth and speeding up my pace.
“I’m not sure, Carlos. I’ve never had a dick in my mouth.�
�� She rubbed at her clit, frantically now, and the smell of her musk rose up. Her mouth was open, eyes greedily latched onto my stroking hand and her body began to shake as she writhed beneath me, hot and wild.
“Oh my God, you are so fucking sweet. So hot. Take my cum.” Lowering myself onto one forearm, I used the other to aim at her belly. I thrust into my hand, pumping the hard flesh, urging it to mark her.
“Watch me, baby. I’m going to cum all over your stomach.” My balls tightened, and the intensity I felt was matched by my need to possess her.
“Tell me you’ll never let another man watch you like this, Gabriella. Or taste that delicious pussy.” My instinct was running away with my mind and like a runaway horse, I couldn’t stop it. There was something about this girl that twisted me up like a tornado. She was a tornado with pretty eyes and a perfect pussy, and she’d picked me up off my feet and tossed me around until I didn’t know who I was any more.
“I promise, Carlos. Only you.”
She lifted one delicate hand to cradle my balls, somehow sensing I was about to come. The need to explode built.
I watched as my cock pistoned in and out of my fist, jackhammering towards a desperate climax which shot out in a rush of hot cream that slowed to a pearly liquid and pulsed out the tip, spilling onto her belly in a sexy puddle.
I rolled on my side, lying next to her, her eyes were closed and the rise and fall of her chest accelerated from her earlier orgasms.
I needed to be in her.
The timing wasn’t right and jacking off sure as hell was no substitute for being inside her, but I wanted to cover her in my cum so she carried the scent of my seed.
Hell, I’d wash her hair in it if it would keep other men away.
I rubbed my cum all over her belly with the palm of my hand. There was enough of it to cover her breasts as well and I paid attention to those, stroking, smoothing, smearing. Until at last my sperm had dried on her skin.