by Liz K. Lorde
I grunted and she moaned, and our lips found one another, crashing against each other hopelessly - like two animals in heat, we kissed and we fucked. I pumped myself in and out of her, over and over again, the sinfully delicious noises of my cock stirring up her drenched sex filled my ears. “Fucking hell, Madeline,” I breathed, “you’re so tight,” I sheathed myself inside of her, as far as i could.
Madeline scratched at the back of my neck and kept her legs coiled around me, rocking her hips in perfect rhythm with me. “Don’t stop,” she begged, “I want to feel your fucking body quiver from this pussy,” she teased with a sultry voice.
The nightly air grew still, and there was the occasional car that would pass us by - this somehow only made it all the more thrilling. With people passing us by, and being none the wiser to my gorgeous girl getting railed. The sound of my balls slapping hard against her slick ass only brought me that much closer to the edge; though, it was her pleasure that I was concerned about. I picked up my pace and stayed a fast, steady rhythm, growling, “You love being fucked by this cock, don’t you baby?”
Madeline threw her head back and a throaty noise escaped from the confines of her chest. She continued to grind against me with reckless abandon as I slammed into her, my whole body being consumed by a blissful warmth.
“Fuck,” I said.
“You’re close,” she mewled, “I can tell, this fucking pussy wants every last drop.”
Shit. That was too much for me. Everything became heavy, and my muscles started to tighten, my head twitching and spurting out ropes of white. Good thing I had protection on me. Still, the thought of watching my cum roll down Madeline’s sexy ass lips? I wasn’t sure if there could be anything more erotic.
“Mmm yesss,” Madeline purred, still moving those wonderful hips.
“I’m not done yet,” I husked, grabbing Madeline’s face with one hand and holding her firmly in my grasp. I summoned up all the strength that I had and bucked into her hard and fast, watching her eyes glaze over with pleasure and feeling her whole body quiver in anticipation of climax. She cried out my name, probably a bit too loudly, and even though everything was sensitive as all hell, I kept on until she came hard around my cock. Feeling her juices slathered along my crotch only served to excite me more, and in that moment I knew I’d be having her again before the night was over.
“Let’s get you home, babe,” I told her, “before this pussy keeps me here all fucking night,” I rubbed at her clit with my thumb, in an attempt to torture her just a bit.
She squealed and begged for me to let her go, and when she was smiling as wide as can be, I freed her.
27
Madeline
When we made it back to Gabriel’s place, my whole body was still aching with delight. I’d never been taken so fiercly before, never knew how good it could feel to be ravaged out in the open like that - God it gave me shivers just thinking back on it. The two of us went into Gabriel’s shower, and that was when I first noticed the small series of stitches at his hip. My hand instinctively went to it as the warm, soothing waters came spraying down over us.
I circled all around the curious wound carefully, making certain not to touch it directly - my other hand squeezing at his firm ass. As I squeezed, I wondered how I’d gotten so lucky as to have such a fine piece of man candy in my hands. “What happened?” I asked, looking up into those chocolate eyes.
“Don’t worry about it,” he said.
“Too late for that.”
“It’s nothing, seriously. Just club business. Sometimes things get a little rough.”
“You were shot at,” I could tell that much, “I just want to know what happened—”
“Not how this works,” Gabriel insisted in that dark voice, bringing his hands up to my waist and holding me in place, planting a long kiss on my lips; those beautiful lips sent blissful waves from my feet, up my spine. “The less you know, the better. Trust me. Keeping you out of the loop, that keeps you safe - or as safe as you can be, around me.”
I wasn’t sure how I felt about not knowing these kinds of things. I wanted to know everything about him, every detail. It was just something that I couldn’t find myself helping, and I’d never felt that way about another person before. “If you think it will keep me, keep us safe, then okay,” I told him. “But, don’t forget about me,” I insisted, playfully hitting at his glorious, sculpted chest. “To me, you’re worth the danger.”
That got me a special smile, and another kiss. I know how to work my men. Gabriel moved a hand down to my ass and squeezed me tightly, making my pussy heat up with lust - fuck, I could feel this dull, greedy ache in my clit. This man was not human, that’s all there was to it. He was some kind of demon unearthed from the depths of hell to make me think about sex.
Or, well, more than I normally do, at least.
Gabriel picked me up easily, and I coiled my legs around him, taking extra care to not touch at his wound with my one leg. I could feel his hard cock poking up against my very willing pussy, but he didn’t penetrate what was his. Not yet at least. “Madeline,” he said, looking deep into my eyes, and if I looked carefully enough, I swore that I saw a glimmer of fear in him. “I love you.”
It struck me like lightning, and I felt like something was crushing my heart in this oddly delightful way - like my soul was being stepped on, made to squirm at the thought of being so stimulated by three little words. Three little words to make me feel more than I’ve ever felt.
For a second, and just a brief wink of time, I thought that I had wings.
I kissed Gabriel long and deep, letting my tongue explore and my mouth stick to his for a good long while; I pulled back and cupped his face in my hands, the water streaming down my face and past my eyes as I whispered it back, “I love you, too.”
It felt good to say it. Really good. Like the words had some healing power to them, that would make everything all right. In the past, it would have made me dry heave to say such things - to believe in such things. But with Gabriel?
It felt right.
He flashed me a smile and those wonderful white teeth, readjusting me in his strong grip. “Now that I’ve got that off my chest… you need to tell me what was going on back there.”
I raised an eyebrow at him, and moved my hips so that the lips of my wet pussy would tease at the head of his thick cock. “You’ve got a very horny lady right above your dick, who LOVES you, and you want to talk?”
We shared a laugh, and then I said, “Besides, I don’t see how it’s fair that I tell you about my shit, if you don’t tell me about yours.”
Gabriel rolled his eyes, “Just stop being a brat and tell me, would you?”
I smirked and pretended to zip my mouth closed, motioning with my eyes down below, to suggest that he take me first. When he wasn’t getting the picture, I huffed and removed myself from his arms, getting down onto my knees and grabbing his cock with both hands. My heart was beating quick in my chest, and I felt heavy just from the manly smell of his sex; it would be embarrassing if he knew, but it made me salivate just at the thought of eating him. I looked up at him and locked eyes, my lips making an O around the first couple inches of his shaft.
He tasted like man and salt, and it tasted good. So damn good. I sank my head down further, taking him in all the way, as deep as I could; bringing my fingers down below, I made circular motions against my pussy, the heavy feeling becoming more and more pronounced as I bobbed up and down. Just hearing Gabriel groan with satisfaction was enough to inch me closer and closer to climax, and I’d barely only stimulated myself. I chalked it up to what we’d done before in that little get-a-way. Electricity flowed through my whole body, little pinpricks of excitement dancing along the soles of my feet - I hummed as I sucked him off.
Gabriel brought his hand to the back of my head and pushed me down rhythmically on his hardness, giving me sultry little praises, telling me how close he was to bursting. “Fuck, you’re a natural I swear,” he snorted, “
your mouth feels divine, Madeline.” He groaned out in pleasure, and then carefully unsheathed me from his rod. “I need more,” he husked, turning the shower off as I went to my feet and squeezed at my breasts. I let my fingers roll over my stiff nipples, teasing them before Gabriel ushered me out.
We quickly brushed our feet off on the pink mat just outside the shower, and in an instant he was on me. His hard, perfect muscles straining as he pushed me up against the wall; he flipped me over, so that my ass was facing him, and he adjusted me, bent me over so that my ass was high in the air.
It felt like the air around me was becoming thicker, breathing became a difficult task - and the wondrous lust was swimming in my head. I felt like such a slut around him, always wanting to feel him inside of me - some part of me craving to feel him blast his seed inside, so that I could feel it drip from me. “What are you doing?” I asked, my tone tinged with excitement and a touch of fear.
I felt his hand come down against my ass hard, and the sound of him spanking me filled the room - a stinging type pain blooming where his hand struck me. Fuck, why did it feel so good? I bit down on my lower lip with my teeth, sucked in a tight breath and released a long, low moan. The next words out of his mouth sent chills through me, “I’m going to fuck your tight little ass. And you’re going to rub your naughty little clit; I want to see your cum roll down your legs.”
Jesus. “I-I’ve never—” I felt his hand dip down to my pussy, and he coated his hand in my juices, making me gasp in surprise. Gabriel brought his wet hand to his cock, and coated it, even though it was still slick with my saliva from earlier.
“You’ll love it, trust me,” he susurrated, his hand guiding the head of his cock to my ass, poking against my entrance.
“Oh!” I breathed, pins shooting through my bloodstream. I’d never been taken there before. “G-Gabriel wait,” I whispered.
He pulled on my hair and turned my head, his lips kissing firmly against mine. Gabriel then pulled away an inch, looking into my eyes, “Don’t want to try it?”
I tittered nervously, “My body is willing,” I admitted, biting down on my lip. “I’m just…”
“It’s okay,” he assured, “I’ll go slow, baby. Just relax. Trust me?”
I nodded my head, and kept eye contact with my lover as he slowly inserted himself into my canal. Holy shit that feels… intense. Gritting my teeth, I put my hands up above my head against the wall of the shower, listening to the water patter against the bathtub – feeling the heat of Gabriel’s body being so intimately close to me.
God, fuck. When those first couple of inches pushed inside of me, I reached my hand down to my clit and teased at it – loving the way that his cock always managed to make me feel heavenly. I could feel this primal, raw energy; these invisible rods of pleasure that were linked to my stiff nipples, and to my ass and my quivering pussy. “Slow, slow,” I said through my teeth, whimpering and moaning in what felt like an eternal dance of pain and pleasure.
“I’m easing it in,” he assured, his hand going to my breast and squeezing it tight; playing and caressing it, I’d never been handled so lovingly before. So this is what it’s like to be taken by a real man.
When he rooted his cock all the way inside my ass, I told him to stop, to just keep it right there. Between his praises and dark, lusty little whispers; and his cock filling me of course, it didn’t take long for me to reach that precarious cliff.
“Come for me,” he demanded in that sexy, low growl. “Now.”
“Ga—“ I felt my whole body seize up, and total euphoria rushed through my head – the walls of my pussy contracting hard and quick, spilling out the juices of my orgasm. It felt like all of my muscles were glowing, and every inch of my body was delightfully heavy with bliss. I cried out and whimpered his name, how many times I couldn’t say. I was too busy having mini orgasms. When the shaking started, Gabriel moved his hands and his weight to steady me.
Then the laughter came. This uncontrollable giggling, and an urge to cry – every time I felt his cock twitch and push in and out of me? It was sensation overload.
I felt like I was about to step up to some podium and receive my first golden stick for full-body orgasm.
Simply incredible. That was the only way to describe having my ass taken by Gabriel. “Fill me,” I panted between breaths, laughter and whimpers. “Fill me up you fucker,” I demanded.
He must have liked that. His pumping came harder and faster, and his groans and grunts of approval became increasingly frequent. For every motion of his hips, I matched him – and we found this rhythm like we’d known each other’s bodies for a lifetime.
When I felt him buck in hard against me, and felt his cock twitch in sporadic spurts, I smiled. He groaned something deep from his chest, and when he unsheathed himself from my canal, I could feel the cum rolling down my ass.
I turned around and pulled my spent man to me, grabbing his ass and kissing him a number of times. “Clean up time, then we’ll talk,” I said playfully.
***
Once we settled in bed, and I was curled up against his tattooed chest, I sucked in a breath of nervous air. There was so much to tell him, I didn’t know where to start. That Damien raped me? That he abused me? That he got me hooked on hardcore drugs? Let alone the human being that was growing inside of me…
Gabriel stroked the side of my face, “So,” he said, “that guy. Who is he? I saw him the night that I first met you, at that party.”
Just the thought of his name made me want to retch. “Damien Duponte. He’s my ex.”
“He’s a real piece of trash is what he is.”
“Absolutely,” I nodded for emphasis. “It was fun at first, and I was attracted to him when I was younger. It was never supposed to be this serious, but he got me hooked on his product. He was my dealer.”
Gabriel stiffened in his spot, and I could feel the anger practically glowing off of him. “You should have told me about him sooner.”
“I didn’t know how,” I admitted, “he’s my problem to deal with. My demon.”
“What did he do to you?” Gabriel clipped, the rage obvious in his voice.
“We were always violent with each other,” I confessed, “never at peace. I’d yell more than hit him, but he’d hit me more than he’d yell. He would take me when I didn’t want him to. No. He raped me. All the times that I wanted to get clean? Damien would be there to rope me back in. He threatened my family and me because I broke up with him – because I told him that I was done. For good.”
Gabriel moved out of bed, and his face was dark with anger – the lines of his face coming together tightly, his brows pushed together. I thought that he was angry when I’d see him take care of Damien and his goons at the diner, but this was something else entirely. This was a pure, murderous intent. “He’s a dead man,” Gabriel roared. “Nobody does that to another human being – especially not my girl.”
My heart dropped in my chest at his words. “Gabriel—“ I started.
“No. Hell no. You tell me where this motherfucker lives, you just say the word, baby. I swear, I’ll do it myself. Wouldn’t need the club to back me on a cockroach like this kid.”
How could I sign off on the man’s death warrant? The way he treated me was horrible, and I hated the fact that a large part of me wanted to agree with Gabriel. The man’s child was inside of me now, and I still hadn’t decided what to do about it.
Would I feel guilty for the rest of my life? Was there any truly right choice? It felt like no matter what I did, the ghost of Damien would always haunt me.
I hadn’t told anyone. But I had to tell Gabriel.
The words burst hot from my mouth, “You can’t!”
“I can. And I will, Madeline,” Gabriel stormed over to his dresser and pulled out a pair of black jeans, leaving only his chest uncovered – and his intense brown eyes glaring towards me. “This is what I was born to do. There are sick, terrible people in this world,” he stepped closer towards me, h
is hard, tattooed chest expanding from a deep breath. “People who think that karma doesn’t exist, that they can eat the little fish and destroy the happiness of the good. I’m their reminder, that the universe sorts everything out – that evil catches up with you.”
When he put his hands on the end of the bed, and I thought he couldn’t look any more furious. He lightened up. His gaze became pensive, and he suddenly shifted his mood, “What’s wrong?”
I hadn’t even noticed the stinging pain in my eyes until I heard him say those words. The warm tears rolled down my cheek, and the tightness in my throat threatened to never let me speak again.
Truth comes out though, for better, or for worse. For once in my troubled life, I wanted to be honest, I wanted to be good and I wanted to open up; for Gabriel, I would open the gate of my soul – even if it meant exposing myself to the danger of getting hurt.
The words brokenly left my lips, between sobs, “Because. I’m pregnant.”
Gabriel’s mouth parted an inch, and he straightened his body out, bringing his head back. His eyes drifted, and then a heartbeat later he strode over to my side. He climbed onto the bed and scooted next to me, and our eyes locked with one another right before his arms embraced me. He pulled my face into the crook of his shoulder, and those wonderful, big, strong arms comforted me.
I sobbed into his person for what felt like an eternity.
“Tell me what happened,” he whispered, petting the back of my head.
Pulling away from his shoulder, I looked into his eyes and shook my head, “I don’t know. I guess when I wasn’t around, Damien was pricking holes in our condoms. And now…” the pain speared my chest, and the urge to sink down, down, down, into the bed, and past the floor – beneath the ground. It consumed me. “I have this repulsive man’s baby inside of me. My parents, my coworkers, you. Everything. It’s all ruined.”
“That’s not true,” Gabriel brought a hand to the side of my face, and circled a thumb across the tears that slid down my pale face. “Who put these dark thoughts in your head?” He asked, “who put them there, sweetheart?” I sniffled and his thumb brushed away another wet little thing. “Your parents will love you no matter what.”