Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 165(@200wpm)___ 132(@250wpm)___ 110(@300wpm)
She didn’t take long finishing breakfast. He topped off their coffees and carried them to the small dining table he rarely used. Once again, the apartment was fully furnished, but he didn’t take time to appreciate it. He was a very busy man.
Gabriel took another sip of his coffee, picked up his knife and fork, and took a bite. Now, when he cooked breakfast, he didn’t have the patience, and any kind of sausage tasted the same to him. Especially when it was burnt to a crisp. He hated to cook. Nora’s cooking, however, was different. The sausages he’d spent months burning were delicious. He went to a local butcher, who made their own sausages, and they were amazing. As was the bacon and the eggs. It was a good breakfast. There was bread as well, which he slathered with butter and dug into his egg, enjoying the yolk that was slightly runny. He might have also cooked shell into his egg and even browned, if not burnt, the underside. He was not a good cook. It would seem Nora was. Now, he couldn’t help but wonder what else she could cook.
He finished his coffee, and Nora got to her feet. He watched her ass as she took their dishes to the sink. She was already starting on them.
“Leave them,” he said. “I’ll do them in a second.”
Nora came out from behind the kitchen counter. “You’ll do the dishes?”
“Yeah, I will. You cooked. It is only fair I do something. Besides, come here.” He needed her.
Nora frowned, but she moved toward him. The moment she was within reach, he grabbed her and pulled her in close. He pressed his face against her stomach and then moved her so she had no choice but to slide onto the table.
She’d already taken their cups away, and he took her feet, placing them on his knees as he ran his hands across her knees, then ran up her thighs, sliding inward, before going out. He did it again, and this time he spread her thighs wide, staring up at her.
She licked her bottom lip, and he couldn’t help but groan. One day soon, he was going to feel that mouth wrapped around his cock. Being his little virgin, there was so much he could show and teach her. The possibilities were endless, and he found himself even more excited by the prospect of showing her all she had missed out on.
“Tell me, Nora, who do you belong to?” he asked.
“You?”
“Yeah, me, and that means while you’re mine, no one else is going to taste you or touch you. No one.” And with that, he kissed her knee and moved between her thighs to spread open her sex.
He saw her swollen clit and how wet she was. Also, the teasing temptation that was her cunt. Glistening up at him. Begging for his cock.
He slid his tongue between her slit, sliding back and forth over her nub, and then he moved down, going toward her pussy. He plunged his tongue inside her pussy, going deep, retracting, and going deeper again. He heard her soft whimpers, and then drew his tongue to her clit.
It had only been a few hours since he was last inside her, but that already felt too long. Focusing on her clit, he slid back and forth, going over her nub, driving her wild, making her scream, and that was exactly what he wanted to hear. The sounds she made were like a dream. Over and over, until she came apart within his arms.
And then, he stood, pushed down his sweatpants, and he was hard as rock. Coating the tip of his cock through her slit, he got himself nice and coated in her cream, and then slid hard and deep inside her. The moment there was more than half of his length inside her, he grabbed her hips and fucked her hard and deep. He loved the feel of her pussy pulsing around his length. For a second, he basked in that sensation. Closing his eyes, he moaned. Then his balls wanted in on the action, and there was no holding back, no stopping it, as he began to pound inside her.
His pussy. His woman. Nora belonged to him, and Gabriel had never been good at sharing. He owned her, at least for now.
Maybe even forever.
Chapter Six
Come Monday morning, Gabriel had already solved some problems. First, her change of clothes, because going into work in his clothes was not going to be ideal. Sunday evening, he had a delivery of clothes from a very expensive boutique. Nora was never going to be able to afford them, but he insisted. Of course he did. Not that she could argue with him. It was either wear the clothes he provided, or wear the same ones she had on Saturday. That was not going to happen.