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“Fuck, you look so beautiful on your knees, taking my cock. She flicks her tongue over my piercing, making us both moan.

My balls tighten and I pull her back. She looks up at me with watery eyes, a flash of disappointment in them.

“Oh, we aren’t done, Gabriella.”

I lead her to the edge of the bed and sink to my knees in front of her, pushing her thighs apart. Her glistening pussy comes in to view and I run my tongue along my bottom lip.

“Watch my fingers.” My tone is stern. We both gasp when my tattooed fingers disappear inside her and I pump slowly, hitting that sweet spot every time. “Look how wet you are for me.”

She whimpers and it’s almost a pained cry as she fists the sheets beneath her.

“Leg up,” I demand, tapping her right leg and she hooks it over my shoulder, still wearing her heels that drive me wild and widens her hips, giving me a better angle. I help her with my free hand, pinning her thigh to the mattress. She’s so flexible it’s easy to maneuver just the way I need her.

“Oh, my god, it’s too much. I can’t.” She whimpers.

“Do you want me to stop, baby girl?” I tease.

She shakes her head, and I know she’s so close to coming.

Her head falls back, her pussy juices now running down my wrist and into the palm of my hand.

Her walls tighten and when she’s once again on the edge I pull out, slapping her pussy and she gasps, which is followed by growls of frustration.

“Are you fucking kidding me, Brad? I was just about to come.” I’ve never heard her speak that way and it turns me on more. I grin, gripping her chin with my hand that’s covered in her arousal.

“You’ll come when I fucking say you can. I’m just giving you a taste of your own medicine, baby girl”

She looks at me, confusion fills her eyes.

“I’m driving you wild, the way you’ve driven me since the day you walked into my life. Now on the bed on your knees.”

She freezes for just a second and then she does it. I settle on the bed behind her. I wrap her ponytail around my hand and line up the head of my cock that’s leaking with pre cum with her entrance. I push inside, sinking my cock into her hot, wet cunt, and it feels like heaven.

She circles her hips and it steals my breath away when she says, “Fuck me like you want me.”

Chapter Forty-One

Gabriella

I wake with a heaviness in my chest, guilt the emotion I’m feeling. I don’t owe Patrick anything. We aren’t really together, so why do I feel like I cheated? Brad’s arm lays heavy across my body and I slide out gently, so as not to disturb him. I pick up my discarded undies and dress and slip them on, feeling dirty and cheap, because even though I didn’t technically do anything wrong, that’s not how the rest would view it. To the outsider, I cheated on my boyfriend last night.

Well done, Gabby. Another fuck up to add to your mounting list.

But it felt good. So good, to be in arms again and hand my body over to him, because I trust him with it. I need to figure this out. Maybe come to another arrangement with Patrick that will have him backing off. I slip on my heels and search for my phonewhen Brad stirs, sitting upright, his sleepy eyes trying to focus on me.

“Are you leaving?” The morning gruffness in his voice almost has me climbing back into bed with him.

“Yeah, I need to check on Ali. She was sick last night, and I need some time to…” My words trail off.

“To what?” he questions, pushing his fingers through his hair. He throws the covers back, rolling out of bed and picking up his briefs off the floor and slips them on. He steps towards me, every muscle in his body ripples when he walks, and he’s not making my choice to leave any easier.

“Don’t tell me you are running back to him.” His tone is annoyed.

“Brad, I, it’s complicated. I need to—” He cuts me off.

“Are you fucking serious? You’re going to go back to that piece of shit? How can you be that naïve, Gabriella. He’s controlling you. What does he have hanging over your head? Why do you let him treat you like that?”

My hackles rise because he’s hit a nerve. “Don’t judge me. You don’t know anything about my relationships, and besides, you pushed me away. You were the one who said we were done.” My voice is a lot louder than I intended.