Page 15 of Mr. Infuriating (Mister #1)

Gabe

Gretchen’s eyes flashed, and I knew I better not keep her waiting for an explanation or I’d be risking a knee to the balls.

“I need to taste you first, sweetheart.” Not pausing for her response, I instructed, “Get on the bed, spread your legs, and get comfortable. I’m going to be a while.”

Her pretty little bow-shaped lips formed an “O” before she scrambled to pull the covers back to do as I ordered; quickly dispatching her underwear in one fluid movement before widening her legs. Her glistening folds on full display made me groan.

My goddess lay spread out before me like a buffet, and I couldn’t wait to dive in.

Crawling up the bed between her thighs, my mouth watered at the scent of her musk.

“Your pussy smells so sweet, baby. I’m going to eat you like a peach.”

“Oh fuck!”

I grinned as I looked up at her. “We’ll get to that. I believe I promised you multiple orgasms tonight, and I’m a man of my word.”

Without further preamble, I swiped my tongue down her slit, and her back bowed off the mattress as she let out a small gasp.

“Oh my god, Gabriel!”

I smiled against her skin.

“Just Gabe, baby. ”

Circling her clit with my tongue, I pressed one finger inside her channel.

“Damn, sweetheart. You’re tight.”

“It’s been almost a year.”

A year?

I knew her dipshit ex-husband had been neglecting her. What a fucking moron. Her body was made for worshipping, and I was going to do just that—all night.

“I’ll take care of you, darlin’. And I won’t even make you beg me. You taste so fucking good.”

“I liked begging you.”

Just when I didn’t think my dick could get any harder, she goes and says something like that.

With my mouth hovering against her center, I looked up at her and growled, “Good. Then beg me to eat your cunt.”

Ker-splash!

There was no denying how much she liked that.

Her hands cupped her tits, and she arched her back while moaning, “Oh. My. God.”

My mouth hitched, and my ego swelled.

“That’s not begging, baby.”

“Gabe, please…”

I watched in awe as my finger slowly moved in and out of her slick heat. I was dying to fuck her.

But first things first.

“Please what?”

“Please…” She hesitated. I could tell she wasn’t used to talking dirty, but it was obviously a big turn-on for her.

Slowing my movement, I asked again. “Please what? ”

Her hands wove into my hair, and she pulled my face toward her center when she whispered, “Please eat my cunt.”

I grinned in satisfaction. I knew she was scandalized but her body told me another story.

“Of course. It’d be my pleasure to eat your cunt.”

I took my time swirling my tongue around her clit before exploring her folds while pressing another digit inside her. I had every intention of savoring her, but she had other plans.

“Faster, please.”

“So impatient,” I tsked as I pulled the hood of her clit back and admired the pearl I found beneath.

“Gabe, I need you to make me come. Please.”

How could I say no?

My tongue flicked her clit while I increased the tempo as I finger fucked her.

“Oh my god, that feels so good.”

I glanced up to find her eyes closed and mouth open, with her blonde hair fanned out on the pillow.

The sight was hot as fuck.

Her hands clutched her tits as she lifted her hips slightly to press against my mouth.

I took the invitation and sucked on her little engorged jewel while my digits quickly moved in and out of her.

Her body tensed, and I could tell she was close, so I wiggled my tongue as I sucked her clit. Adding an aggressive head shake and moan for good measure while pumping my hand harder.

“Don’t stop,” she begged with her eyes shut tight. “Please, Gabe. Don’t stop. ”

Deciding actions spoke louder than words, I didn’t even pause to tell her I had no plans of stopping until her soft body was writhing around my face.

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Gretchen

“Oh. My. God. What did you just do to me?” I whelped between pants as I lay on my bed with my hand across my stomach. He grinned when I looked down at him still between my legs; then he kissed his way up my body.

His arms came possessively around my sides when his lips grazed my neck, and he murmured, “There’s one.”

I’m pretty sure he’d just ruined me for any other man with just that one orgasm. How would I survive more?

Still, I was willing to risk it.

I was a trooper like that.

My hand came around his head, and I pulled his face toward mine for a kiss. His cock, still confined in his underwear, jumped against my thigh when his lips touched mine. I think the thought of me tasting myself turned him on.

It kind of did me, too.

Troy had never been a fan of going down on me, and the few times he did, just as I’d get close, he’d stop and immediately jump up to go brush his teeth—often leaving me in the lurch, sans climax.

The taste of myself on Gabe’s lips represented a job well done on the Greek god’s part. All while making me feel sexy.

Gabe pressed his erection harder against me .

“I want you, sweetheart.”

I was feeling pretty cocky, so with a smirk, I replied, “Beg me.”

His hand kneaded my boob, and I bit back a groan when he murmured in my ear, “I don’t beg, baby. But you will, again. I guarantee it.”

Arrogant ass.

Had this not been the most action I knew I was going to get in a while, and had he not been so damn good, I might have been tempted to stubbornly refuse to do any such thing.

But who knew when the next time I was going to have sex?

Not to mention I doubted my next partner would have Gabe’s skillset.

And I hadn’t been lying when I’d told him I’d liked begging him; his dominance was hot.

So, really, refusing to beg him would only be hurting myself; making me inclined not to disagree with him.

I decided to try and turn the tables, instead.

Dragging my nails down his bare back, I arched my breasts against his chest and breathed, “Please fuck me, Gabe. I need to feel your thick cock inside my wet pussy.”

His mouth turned up in smile, and he smugly replied, “Of course. All you had to do is ask, darlin’,” before he skimmed his boxer-briefs down his thighs.

My eyes widened when his cock bounced free.

Dayum.

After he used his teeth to rip open a purple square package I hadn’t noticed before, I watched in fascination as he sheathed his impressive shaft .

“Um, I’m not sure that thing is going to fit,” I said with a laugh to imply I was joking, although part of me was a little worried.

He didn’t seem deterred as he lined the tip up with my entrance.

“It’ll fit; I promise. Not only will it fit, but you’ll love it.”

That’s kind of what I was afraid of. Like I said, he’d already wrecked me for future partners just going down on me. If his dick was magical, too, it was only going to compound my problem.

We both moaned in unison when he pressed inside.

“Fuuuuck, sweetheart,” Gabe shuddered. “Your pussy is so tight.” He moved slowly, then paused and closed his eyes tight and groaned, “You feel so fucking good!” almost like it was a bad thing.

His words made me feel desirable. I had been worried that maybe having Jake had ruined my vagina, and that’s why Troy had turned to someone else. Or maybe it’d been the extra baby weight I hadn’t been able to lose.

The way Gabe looked at me, I realized it wasn’t about my imperfections; my husband was just an asshole.

And that was empowering.

“Fuck me, Gabe,” I said boldly as I spread my legs wider and tilted my hips to take him deeper. “Fuck my pussy. Hard. I want to feel your balls slapping my ass.”

Whoa, hussy. Where did that come from?

Gabe’s hand circled my neck, and he snarled, “You dirty girl. You make my cock so damn hard.”

My inner slut gave me a high five. I’d never let her come out to play before, and she was ready for whatever was going to happen next.