The setup is pretty garish — Gabriel chomping a candy cigar, sitting behind his conjured-up desk and buzzing Sam in to “take some dic…..tation.” Still, Sam feels beautiful, in a Mad Men kind of way, in her equally conjured tight dress and heels, and when Gabriel gives her the once-over, she can’t help but cock her hip and strike a pose before saying, “anything you need, Boss.”
Cut to the chase and Sam’s on her back on the desk, skirt hiked over her waist and legs spread — heels still on, obviously — wide in the air. Gabriel’s dropped the cigar, but his mouth still tastes of the candy as he devours Sam’s mouth, leaning over her and running his hands up and down her long legs. He thrusts in slow and deliberate, and Sam’s wetter than she thought she’d be, completely enthralled with the world Gabriel’s created specifically for her, to make her the sexiest creature in their little pocket universe.
Her long hair was soaked with sweat and a lock of it clung to her flushed cheek; the sheets beneath her arching body were damp, but she refused to beg him to stop. All she had to do was figure out how to turn the tables and take Gabe down, make him be the one incoherent with pleasure, and then he couldn’t lord this over her with that aggravating smirk on his face.
But he wasn’t making it easy to focus her thoughts around what would make him go insane with lust. For the hundredth time his lips were closing around her clit, his tongue was tickling her entrance, and his fingers… they fluttered like feathers over her skin. She screamed with another release — she lost count by now — and then groaned as he slid into her wetness and began again.
He’s had his head between her legs for a good twenty minutes now, licking and pulsing and sucking gently on her clit until she’s writhing on the bed, grabbing his head and moaning for more. But Gabriel’s done with that for now, she twitches, her thighs opening and closing, and begs: “Gabriel, I’m so close, I’m so wet, please, please don’t stop!”
“I won’t stop,” Gabriel promises, kissing up her stomach, licking at the sweat in the valley between her breasts, “not until I’m buried in that wet, slick pussy of yours.” Sam moans, hips hitching upward, and he lets her have only glancing contact with his hard cock before pulling upward and going on — “and then I’m going to pound into you so good, Sam, gonna slide in deep and grind inside you so you can feel every movement, so you’re coming so hard and so long you don’t ever think it’s gonna end.”
Sam cries out, her head flying back, and her hips bucking up wildly as she comes; Gabriel reaches down, slides one finger into her spasming pussy, and then lifts it to his fingers to lick off the sweet juices before sinking into her just as promised.
This is one of his tricks, she thinks, holding tight to the bed. There’s no way he can be doing this to her, he wouldn’t fit, it’s not possible. But she can feel his fingernails, the rough push of his knuckles, and everything that’s sensitive inside her is rubbed and pushed and teased, and the mouth of her pussy is stretched beyond measure, greedy and screaming all at once. He’s kissing her, but she doesn’t have the will to kiss back, not when she’s using every ounce of strength to hold it together. This man who packs so much power into every movement, glance, word – this impossible creature – is slamming his fist into her and she can feel everything, every nerve ending erupting, pleasure exploding outward until there’s nothing but endless white and the sound of her own scream.
He shouldn’t be so excited again so quickly. It’s not human, but then again, Gabriel isn’t human; he’s got stamina beyond that of the average bear, as evidenced by the way he’s smacking his lips and cautioning Sam not to move. Sam’s shoulders and breasts are pressed down into the pillow, her rump in midair over bended knees, and Gabriel’s instructions are rather hard on her thighs and arched back. But he’s licking up her thigh, and even with her back turned she can feel the gleam in his eyes as he looks at her, enjoying the white trickle of come sliding down the inside of her leg, sliding up to kneel over her again. When she feels his cock twitch just above her knee, Sam knows, tonight’s going to be a test of her own stamina more than anything.
Hot day, too hot, and nobody’s bothering to move if they dont have to. Including police who would be arresting them; including innocent bystanders who would be gasping; including Gabriel himself, who’s not thrusting so much as gently rocking, Sam’s legs wrapped around his waist as she arches her long body up off the sweltering chrome. Her bikini top’s still on, and you’d have to look hard to see that the bottom’s untied, that it’s hanging loosely from one thigh. Their moans are soft, swallowed, and maybe to the average observer they just like a slightly mismatched couple, making out. But the eyelet of his shorts is open and he’s through and in her, the two of them swimming gently toward a flash of fire-bright heat to make the sun-bleached day seem cool in comparison.
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“Oh, what an awful predicament we have here,” Gabriel murmurs, sliding up Sam’s body, “just a terrible problem.”
“It is!” Sam begins, but she shuts up quick, because a) every time she speaks in this voice it freaks her the hell out, and b) Gabriel appears to be sliding his dick up between her brand-new, rather copious breasts, and Sam can’t exactly say that, if the situation were reversed, she (he) wouldn’t be doing the exact same thing. And one of the great things about Gabriel is, he never lets an opportunity to waste.
Besides, his cock feels kind of good there, all round and firm between the soft globes, and Sam finds she loves the way it looks, watching it arch up between her breasts, aided by the oil Gabriel pulls from nowhere and pours onto them, making them glisten. Her nipples stand up pert, and she starts to moan, pushing her breasts together around him with long-fingered woman’s hands and opening her mouth, suddenly hungry to drink him down.
