“Open your legs wider” He stands back as he gives out his orders.
“Wider, cock your arse higher, I want to see how wet you are.”
I drag my fingers between my legs and hold them up as I look over my shoulder at him. He’s taken two steps back and has his cock in his hand, stroking himself as he looks at me. Jesus fucking Christ. I love that sight. Waving my glistening fingers at him I say. “I’m this wet Gabe. Now will you just fuck me? Please.”
I watch him pull his T shirt over his head and his jeans and jocks down, he kicks them away, stroking himself all the while, the tip of his cock is wet and glistening and I run my tongue over my top lip, I actually feel like stamping my feet.
“Shag. Me. Now”
“You are filthy Lauren, but you look fucking gorgeous, bent over like that. Let me take a picture?”
“What?! No!”
He shrugs and smiles his sexiest smile ever as he stalks towards me. “Suppose I’ll just have to make do with fucking you then then darl.”
Gahhhh! Finally!!!
CHAPTER 23
Ten minutes later Gabe is in the shower and I am cleaning myself up at the sink, there is no way I’m having another shower and redoing my hair and makeup. I get dressed, struggling into my jeans and leaving them undone until I have my boots on, I lay back on the bed and eventually get them zipped up, as I stand up, Gabe is standing watching me with a towel wrapped low around his hips and I can see the outline of his dick underneath it, and I just know it’s more than a little interested in what he’s seeing. I walk around the bed towards him, his hair is dripping onto his chest and shoulders and is running in rivulets over his skin, I feel drugged with desire, I don’t think I actually want to have sex with him, I just want to look at him and lick the water off his chest and run my hands through his wet hair. Oh who am I kidding? Of course I want sex with him. Who wouldn’t?
“You look beautiful Lauren.”
“Thank you, you look smoking hot, let me take a picture.”
“Uh ah Lauren. You wouldn’t let me take a picture of you earlier so no can do.”
I keep walking towards him and lean in and lick a drip of water from his chest, he throws his head back and lets out a hissing noise from between his teeth; because he’s barefoot and I have my boots on, I’m closer to eye level than I normally am and the extra height sets me on a little power trip. I pull the towel from his hips and take his cock in my hand, I can feel it grow harder in seconds; he puts his hands on his hips and looks down at what I’m doing to him and then back up to meet my eyes.
“What are you doing, you crazy, pregnant lady?”
“I’m stroking your cock and if you are a very good boy, I might just suck your cock, but only if you are a very good boy and agree to be a good boy for the rest of the night.”
“Why wouldn’t I be a good boy all night?”
I shrug. Hmmm, because there will be a sixteen year old boy here soon, hitting on your fourteen year old daughter, who by the way is wearing makeup and a very short dress, that even though I have only seen it on the hanger, I just know that Gabe is going to crack it big time when he sees Ava in it.
“Who knows? Now are you going to promise or do you want me to leave. Which is it to be?”
I drop down to my knees, which is not easy in these jeans, let me tell you, and I hold on to his hips, rubbing my thumbs over his V. I take him in my right hand and stroke some more as I look up and give him the most innocent smile I can muster.
“Lauren.”
“What’s it to be Gabe? Give me an answer else I’m going to go and make a potato salad?”
“Like fuck you are, I promise, okay, I promise to be good, all night.”
“Don’t touch my hair and don’t make me gag, because I will spew.”
“Oh baby. You say the sexiest things. Talk dirty to me some more.”
“Do you want this BJ or what Wilde?”