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As misplaced as his jealousy was, it still had my pussy a leaking, sticky mess. The way he’d been clenching his jaw when we came face to face shouldn’t have turned me on as much as it did.
It only took a split second for me to know that I never wanted to kiss anyone who wasn’t Gabriel again.
“Keep those eyes open for me beautiful.” She did as she was told, but a single tear spilled against each of her golden-brown cheeks. “Why are you crying?” “Because it feels so good,” she sobbed, her nails scratching my forearm. “I knew you would feel good, but fuccc—”
“It’s okay to admit that something bothered you, Z.” Gabe stood up straighter, giving me space that I didn’t want. “But don’t you ever open your pretty ass mouth again to tell me I’m not yours.” Well, shit. “Do I make myself clear?”
“I can’t know you want something and not give it to you.”
I loved everything about Zariah. But her pussy was in a league of its own. A realm above all the best things I’d ever experienced combined. And every time I was inside of her, a silent prayer of gratitude found its way to the tip of my tongue.
“This what you needed, right? For me to fuck this attitude out of you?” “Yes,” she sobbed, letting her head fall to the cool countertop while she adjusted to my stroke. “Then why you running? You wanna fight? Let that shit out on my dick.” “I—it’s too much,” she gasped, seizing up. Spasms rocked her again, her walls contracting around me as her body fell into another orgasm.
Sometimes I felt unworthy of his patience but had to remind myself that everybody deserved a Gabe.
