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Story: Desired By you

“End it with him Gabriella.” He says as sucks on the sensitive flesh of my neck where my pulse thumps erratically.

“ I…” my words are cut short when his hands glide down my waist and he tugs me closer.

“Brad, please I’m handling it, I….”

He pulls me up to standing, gripping my chin.

“I’m a patient man Gabriella, but even I have my limits. Loose him.”

My chest heaves against his as he looks down at me, with a wildness in his eyes, a possessiveness I’ve not seen before. I should give him a straight answer. End this game of push and pull that we`ve been playing for what feels like months, maybe years now. But for just a moment I want to be selfish and take what I want from him and give him what he needs.

I will tell him. But not now.

“And what if I don’t?’ I challenge him.

He lets out a frustrated laugh. “Do you really expect me to believe that he’s the one you want, Mia cara?”

I lick my lips and do my best to steady my breathing.

He dusts the backs of his knuckles down my cheek and my eyes flutter shut.

“I know what you want, what you need, does he…?”

My body trembles in anticipation of his next move. The faint sound of the MC announcing the start of the show can be heard.

In a moment of bravery or utter stupidity I goad him.

“Then prove it.”

Like a predator catching his prey, he spins me. My hands plant the cool metal table

As he pushes up my dress over my hips and palms the globes of my ass. He drops to his knees, dragging my soaked underwear with him. “Part your legs,” he commands, and I do. “These fucking heels drive me wild.” He glides his hands from my ankles up my legs to my inner thigh, his touch leaving my skin tingling. He groans when he reaches my pussy and strokes through my folds. “Fucking soaked, aren’t you, baby? Does he get you this wet?”

“No, just you,” I breathe out.

I shake my head, the feeling too intense as he teases two finger inside me. He rises to his feet, his fingers still buried inside of me and pumps his fingers, slowly. The angle at which I stand has him hitting my G-spot instantly and my head rolls back in pleasure.

“Is this all for me, Mia Cara?” My walls begin trembling at the use of that name. He pulls his fingers out and I wince at the loss. I glance over my shoulder to watch as he pushes his fingers into his mouth and sucks.

“Mmmhm, so fucking sweet.” He pushes his fingers back inside me again and I whimper just as he removes and forces his fingers into my mouth and I welcome them.

“Taste that. Taste what my touch does to you. Does he do that to you?”

It tastes sweet, and I’m so turned on my hips grind into his erect cock that tents his pants. I’m desperate for some friction.

He wraps a hand around my throat and squeezes, biting the shell of my ear and I cry out.

“Please,” I whimper, my tone desperate. I love that he takes control, and I am willing hand my body over to him every time, but damn, he knows how to push me to the brink, slowly and almost painfully.

“Please what? What do you want, Gabriella?”

Applause and the vibrations of music can be heard through the wall, letting us know the runway show has started.

His fingers move to my clit and begins with slow circles with the pad of his finger, the pressure of my impending orgasm builds and I reach behind for him, and my nails dig into his wrist.

“Make me come. I need you to make me come,” I beg, any dignity I had now long gone. I’d do anything he asked, and maybe that makes me a fool, or maybe this is what it feels like to be in love with someone.

Cupping my chin, he twists my head to face him, our lips just a breath apart.