Her body bucked, muscles clenching as they fought to accommodate the thick length of him. She hadn’t expected him to be so big, so thick. She hadn’t expected it would hurt. She hadn’t even realized it had still been there--not at her age.
He stopped in an instant, but it was too late to go back, too late to stop the destruction. She didn’t want it, she wanted him to use her ... wanted to use him, keep him deep inside her forever. He cursed in French, his voice harsh and strained.
Jessica weakly opened her eyes, looked up at him past the watery blur. He looked accusing, angry. The lines of his jaw and shoulders were taut, muscle clenched with repressed passion.
His shaft jerked inside her, a rod of heat and pain. Waves of mingled agony and pleasure rippled through her, enticing. She wanted more, she had to have more. If this was their one chance, she would have it--consequences be damned.
“Damn you,” he ground out, voice thick, his gaze penetrating, seeking the depths of her soul.
She shuddered uncontrollably. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, digging her heels into his firm cheeks, urging him on.
He held her gaze, his eyes shadowed by heavy lids. Slowly, he pulled back, drawing his thick length from her depths. White hot bands of pleasure twisted inside her, writhing through her veins. He pulled until only the thick, mushroomed head of his cock remained inside. Emptiness gnawed her insides. It was unbearable torture.
“No,” she gasped, moving her hips, trying to force him back inside her. “Don’t leave.”
“I couldn’ if I wanted to,” he said through gritted teeth, then forged a hot, raw path deep inside her core, stifling her scream with the crush of his lips.
Swift, sweet pleasure exploded through her body like fireworks. Jessica felt like she was melting, burning alive. He anchored her, stoked the flames, thrusting heavily into her until she was panting into his mouth. She drew her arms up around his shoulders, desperate for his support. He stretched her to overflowing, exciting her with a burning stroke that forced the muscles of her sex to flex and clench in blissful response.
He shuddered as she gripped him, groaned fiercely into her mouth, thrusting his tongue inside as he withdrew his cock and pushed forcefully into her again. He couldn’t control himself, she knew she’d pushed him too far. She was wild for it, kissing him back, locking her legs around his hips to keep him there, moving inside her.
He moved again, setting a rapid stroke that had the tissue of her pussy quaking with desire, creaming in abundance. Every thrust had her jerking in response, had the nerves of her pussy screaming with scalding pleasure, begging for release.
Pleasure and pain traveled through her body, closing her in warmth until sweat dampened her skin. Her hips bucked with his thrust, moving higher, tilting up for the thick, glorious intrusion.
Her body sucked at him, screaming, pleading. The rhythm of his strokes had her heart tripping over itself. Her thighs tensed around him. Her blood sizzled in her veins, tightening her chest until she could barely breathe. It was too much, not enough. Too hot. Too fast. She was going crazy, mindless, undulating against him, trying to melt against his skin. Lights danced behind her eyelids as she fought to hold onto consciousness.
She bucked against him, fighting to drive him harder, deeper, knowing if she didn’t climax she’d die. Her clit throbbed with every grinding stroke. The hair of his body rubbed with rough abrasion, making her skin tingle in response. She whimpered, wanting to scream, dug her nails into his back as the pleasure engulfed her body in agonizing wave after wave. Her kegels contracted with the rapture, sucking his cock deeper inside her.
He groaned into her mouth, his muscles gone rigid, his heart beating so hard and fast, she felt it in her bones. His hips jerked involuntarily as her bliss forced him over the edge. He swallowed her cries as the rapture swelled. His orgasm ruptured inside her, jerking with echoing force in her pussy. Hot cum jetted into her, so slick and delicious inside her. She milked the cream of his body, his heated release exploding in the depths of her core until her every nerve centered on the rippling vortex of ecstasy swirling through her flesh and pulsing in her clit.
Gabriel tore his mouth away from hers, heaving for air, collapsing on top of her, shaking with the explosive force of climax. Her body was melting, dissolving into the hard ground. Jessica sobbed with relief and fading pleasure, quaking as he pulled away from her, his cock breaking the suction of her body with an erotically wet sound.
She closed her eyes, trying to reform the pieces of her body. She was so weak ...
bruised ... raw ... satisfied. She should’ve been ashamed--she wasn’t.
He recovered while she was still gathering herself, trying to think of something she should say or do. He gently kissed the slope of her shoulder before moving away.
The loss of his heat and presence resonated through her.
She lay still, knowing he watched her expectantly, waiting for her excuses. Jessica couldn’t look at him. She felt the heat of his gaze on her, knew he was pissed. His anger crackled in the air, as palpable to her as a slap. If she opened her eyes, she’d see it for certain. She couldn’t take condemnation now, not after what they’d done, what she’d begged him to do.
“Look at me, chere,” he commanded. His voice was deadly soft.
Slowly, she opened her eyes and saw him standing above her, studying her with an expression that had her quaking inside.
He narrowed his eyes. “Why didn’ you tell me you were a virgin?”
Her heart thumped hard in her chest. “I didn’t think it mattered that much.”
Gabriel bit off a curse, his French unable to soften its rough violence. His hands shook as though he meant to touch her again. He ran them savagely through his hair, his jaw knotted, his muscles tense.
Jessica swallowed hard, sat up and immediately saw the blood on her thighs. It was pink with the mixture of semen and her own creamy juices. She felt ill all of a sudden, raw inside. She pushed her dress down before he had a chance to see it.
He did. He looked more angry than ever. “I would never ha’ touched you--” He broke the words off with a furious growl, as though too pained to utter them. He rubbed his face, shielding his eyes from the sight of her.
Jessica stood on her knees, reaching for him, ignoring his semi-soft erection and smeared groin. “I don’t regret it, Gabriel.”
He flinched away from her, grabbing her wrist before she could touch him. Warning glittered in his eyes, roughened his voice to a growl. “If you don’ wan’ me to fuck you senseless, don’ touch me.”
The coarse hue of his voice made her tremble, rubbed against her insides like the hot, hard stroke of a tongue. Oh god, even now, surrounded by danger, aching inside, she wanted him again. The explosive climax had fried brain cells. She felt like an addict, in need of a fix, desperate to have it again. She withdrew her hand from his hold as though burned. The intensity of feeling frightened her, set warnings to ringing in her head.
He turned his head, sniffing the air. “You have t’go. Now. I can hold them off long enough for you to escape.”
Jessica stood, alarm heightening her reflexes and lending speed to her muscles. She wouldn’t do it--he didn’t deserve to face this alone, though she had no idea how she could help him, or how many foes they would face. She shook her head, resolute.
“No. I can’t leave you here to die.”
“They won’ kill me, petite. They will if you’re here to confirm what we done. You can’ erase my mark on you.”