Gabriela lets out a strangled cry as I start to fuck her, and I can feel her climax rising too, her pleasure mingled with mine as I fuck her arse the way I’ve been dying to for what feels like hours now. My fingers dig into her hip as I move faster and harder, and I groan aloud as I feel my balls tightening with what surely is my last orgasm of the night. Surely I’m almost drained of everything I have, but I can feel the orgasm welling up, ready to fill her arse with my hot cum. “I’m going to fucking come,” I growl in her ear, stroking her clit frantically. “I can’t wait, come with me, Gabriela, come—”
I moan the last words, cock thrusting as deeply into her arse as I can go as I keep rubbing, stroking, fucking, and Gabriela throws her head back, still hanging onto the headboard like a good girl, as her back arches, and she grinds her full soft ass into me.
My cock fucking explodes, the orgasm so strong that I feel like I might black out, more cum than I thought I had in me spurting into her tight arse. I shudder and groan, clinging to her, fingers digging in so hard I hope they don’t leave bruises as I fill her arse up, and Gabriela shudders against me with the force of her own orgasm.
I could have died in that moment, and I’d have been a fucking happy man.
I jerk awake,my cock hard as steel, throbbing painfully. Still half in the dream, I thrust my hand into my jeans and fist it, shoving them down with one hand as I stroke it hard and fast. My palm scrapes over dry skin, but the pre-cum leaking from my head is soon enough to make it slick, wet like Isabella’s pussy, and I groan behind clenched teeth as my hips jerk upwards. I fuck my fist, still half-asleep, still dreaming of her perfect arse tightening around me as I fucked her in every way a man can fuck a woman. The sound I let out as I come in a matter of seconds is almost pained. I can feel myself spurting over my hand, hot and thick, and the realization as I come fully awake that I’ve come on myself and not in the depths of her sweet, clenching body makes me almost angry.
My desire for her makes me angry, too. I feel hollowed out, needing her in a way that I shouldn’t need a woman I’ve known so briefly, shouldn’t want a woman who betrayed me so thoroughly. Who lied to me.
But for three fucking days, we were perfect. And apparently, that’s all it took to make me want her so fucking bad that I’d risk my life to make sure she’s safe.
Enough, even, to make me love her.