Fuck, that’s hot.

  “So, this isn’t the first one?”

  “No. It’s not.”

  “How long?” I ask, suddenly terrified for her safety. Safety she is taking very nonchalantly.

  “Three days.”

  How is she still so fucking calm about this?

  “Have you told Mr. Marcano? Mr. Ramirez?”

  “No. I haven’t.” She hangs her coat and pulls off each of her heels as though this is just another day of returning home after work. “Because, again, I am more than capable of taking care of myself.”

  “That might be so, but if someone is threatening your life that affects more than just you.”

  “Are you here to tell me how to live my life? Or are you here to fuck me? Because I definitely invited you over for your cock, sugar.”

  “Sofia…” I exhale, knowing that there is no winning this battle. “Can we compromise? Will you tell them tomorrow?”

  Surprising me, she cocks an eyebrow to consider my offer. “A compromise? If you let me do whatever I want to you this evening, I will tell them first thing tomorrow.”

  “Deal,” I nearly shout in response to her question.

  Did I just win this argument?

  “Deal,” she repeats before turning on her heel and walking further into the apartment. She’s disappeared down a hallway, but her voice carries through the apartment. “Strip. I want you naked and ready when I return.”

  I totally just won this argument.

  Taking off my shoes, I undo my pants. While I struggle to kick them off my feet, I hastily work to undo the buttons of my shirt. Freeing myself from it, I drop it to the floor and throw my discarded items into the corner. Looking down, I realize I forgot my dress socks. Taking turns hopping on one foot, I pull them each off and toss them with the other items just as Sofia is returning.

  She turns the corner, and I nearly come from the sight of her. Her feet are adorned with a new pair of black stilettos, accentuating her long, lean legs. My eyes travel up her body to the strappy, crotchless bodysuit barely covering her body. Walking toward me with purpose, her hands swing at her sides. As she comes closer, I realize what she is carrying—a bottle of lube and a butt plug.

  Fucking ass stuff?

  I definitely won this fucking argument.

  “Your face tells me you’re excited for a little ass play, sugar.”

  “You have no idea,” I mutter the words under my breath, trying to play it cool.

  “Your eagerness will make this easier on you. Now bend over and rest your hands on the wall.”

  “Bend over?”

  “It’ll make it easier to slip the plug into, what I’m assuming is, your virgin ass.”

  “You want to put what? Where?” My ass cheeks involuntarily clench together as the words spew from my mouth.

  “You agreed to do whatever I wanted.” She steps closer, and she applies a generous amount of lube to the black silicone toy in her hand. She cocks her head to side, and her tone oozes condescension, “I want to fuck your ass. This is a compromise.”

  My mouth gapes, and I have no words to respond with. Dropping the bottle of lube, she stalks toward me with the plug in her hand. She swipes her index and middle fingers through the lube on the plug and rubs it over them with her thumb.

  Reaching me, she lowers herself to her knees. She cups my balls as she takes my cock into her mouth. While she lightly tugs at my balls, her well-lubed fingers massage my taint. I unsuccessfully try to stifle the groan that rattles from me as she increases her pressure.

  She slides my cock from her mouth and stares up at my body. “Do you trust me, sugar?”

  “Yes,” I gulp.

  “Good boy.” Her words are slow and airy. Taking me back into her mouth, she works her mouth over me at a leisurely pace as her hand begins to travel closer to my asshole. Her lubed fingers press against me, and I clench in reaction to the foreign feeling. She takes her time and teasingly massages my tight hole.

  Heady breaths rise from my chest as I begin to relax, enjoying the fingers playing at my backdoor. Sofia hollows her cheeks, and she sucks hard up the length of my cock. It isn’t until she reaches the middle of my shaft that I realize she is pressing her finger inside of me.

  I press against her finger, surprisingly enjoying the new sensation. She lightly flexes her finger, both further stretching me and pleasurably rubbing against me. Sliding her mouth up my cock, she lets me fall from her mouth as she continues to gingerly work her finger in and out of my ass.

  “My naughty boy likes my finger deep in his ass, doesn’t he? Do you want more?”

  “Please.” The word surprises me when it passes over my lips. Never in my life did I think I would enjoy this, let alone how turned on I am.

  “Turn around, and I’ll give you what you need.” She carefully pulls her finger from my ass, and suddenly, I feel empty. I turn around and place my hands against the wall as she had asked before. Spreading my cheeks, she presses the tip of the plug against my hole. She alternates between shallow thrusts and gentle rocking, every movement traveling straight to my cock.

  “You’re doing so fucking good, sugar.” She pushes a little harder and fully seats it inside of me as I moan with pleasure. Making her way to her feet, her hands slide up my thighs and over my ass, as her lips pepper kisses up my back. “You’re going to fucking love how it feels coming with a toy filling your ass. I can’t wait to watch you.”

  That makes two of us.

  nineteen

  SOFIA

  Grabbing Gabriel’s hand, I pull it between my thighs and press it to my cunt. “Feel how fucking wet I am from playing with that tight, untouched hole of yours.”

  His fingers press inside me with both ease and force. He relentlessly pounds them into me, the thrusts almost painful. Blissfully fucking painful. He dips his head to kiss me, and I part my lips, willingly letting him claim one of the few parts of me that is generally forbidden. I enjoy the feel of his lips against mine, and his tongue exploring my mouth. He can have this part of me, but he’ll never have the other.

  My heart.

  “Make me come.” My words a breathy grunt against his ear as he kisses roughly down my neck, “And you can choose which of my holes you fuck tonight.”

  My legs begin to tremble beneath me, and Gabriel wraps his strong arm around my waist to keep me on my feet as he brings me over the edge with a scream. Still reeling from my high, I’m caught off-guard when he wraps the other around my waist and lifts me from the floor.

  I wrap my legs around his waist as he presses my back to the wall. Firmly wedged between his hard body and the wall, he places rough, wet kisses across my chest.

  “I want to fuck your ass.” His words vibrate over my collarbone. “But I don’t trust myself to be gentle with you right now. I know the second I slip inside you, I’m going to lose fucking control.”

  “I hope so.” I circle my hips, teasingly rubbing against the cock resting just below the entrance to my cunt. “Fuck me so hard, I have no choice but to scream your name.”

  Arching his hips and abruptly lowering me, Gabriel impales me on his cock. The entirety of him painfully stretching my cunt and filling me in an instant. My screams fill the room as my legs wrap tighter around him, and my fingers dig into his shoulders.

  My back drags up and down the wall, as he drives himself into me. Each thrust harder and deeper than the last, he takes me with such an animalistic need that I can barely manage to breathe between the screams he is forcing from me. My release crashes violently through me like a wave breaking on the surf, causing my nails to rake down the skin of his back as I scream his name.

  Coming undone only stokes his fire. His fingertips dig painfully hard into my thighs. Using a firm grip, he pulls me into each of his ferocious thrusts.

  Hot, heavy breaths roughly blow against my skin as he continues to exert himself. His hairline is damp with sweat, and it dampens his back as I continue to hold myself tightly to him.

  I clench around his cock as he relentlessly brings me to the edge again. Sliding my fingers into his damp locks, I roughly fist his hand and pull his head back. Our eyes lock as he continues to take me without abandon.

  “Come,” I groan over my trembling lower lip. “Fucking come with me.”

  The growing orgasm shoots through my body, and Gabriel roars as he paints my walls with his release. Heavy, deep breaths blow from him as he stays buried in me to the hilt.

  His eyes locked on mine, he pulls from me and takes his time pressing the entirety of himself back into me. He continues to repeat the motion, not once breaking our gaze. Both our chests heave, as though he were still pounding into me.

  Gabriel buries his still-hard cock in me as his lips crash into mine. His tongue plunges between my lips, and he claims my mouth, kissing me with an intensity I’ve never experienced. He pulls back just long enough to groan against my lips, “Bedroom.”

  “Down hall,” I pant, “Double doors.”

  His lips are immediately back on mine as he carries me through my apartment. He uses our bodies to push open the parted doors and carries me to the bed. Without pulling his cock from me, he lays us both across the mattress.

  Pinning me beneath him, he continues to explore my mouth, with need and I, in turn, his. I fucking love how he feels groaning into my mouth as he slides into my pussy. He breaks our kiss and plants his hands on the mattress flanking my face.

  “Are you going to fuck me again, sugar?” I stare up at him, wondering if my already sore cunt can take a second pounding tonight.

  “No.” He shakes his head. His voice slow and sultry when he continues, “I don’t want to fuck you. I want to take my time and enjoy you.”

  Bracing himself on his forearm, his eyes lock onto mine as he swipes a sweaty tendril of hair from my face and tucks it behind my ear. He begins to swirl his hips as his face dips into the crook of my neck. Kissing up the side of my neck, his hands rub over my thighs before gingerly hooking them both over his hips.

  “Are you going to let me savor you?” he whispers just below my ear as he continues to sensuously grind his hips against me. “Or are you going to deny me?”

  His lips travel down my neck and over my collarbone as he gently slides both my arms above my head. “Please tell me I can worship you.”

  Suddenly feeling as though I am on the opposite side of our power dynamic—and that this boy might ruin me—I barely muster an answer, “Yes.”

  The moment the word leaves my mouth, his lips and hands are everywhere. His warm kisses and tender caresses set my body on fire. My back arches off the bed from his leisurely strokes, and I know I’m done for.

  twenty

  GABRIEL

  After sensually fucking Sofia for what felt like several glorious hours—and through her countless orgasms—she fell asleep wrapped in my arms with her head resting on my chest. I fell asleep stroking her hair and placing soft kisses to her forehead, as she snuggled tightly against me.

  Even waking with the plug still in my ass this morning, it could not have been more perfect.

  “Oh my God, Gabriel,” she huffs for the tenth time this morning.

  “I just asked if you were going to talk to Mr. Marcano and Mr. Ramirez today?”

  “I’m a woman of my word,” she smirks as she walks behind me while maintaining eye contact with me in the bathroom mirror. “I will talk to Alejandro and Andres about the threats this morning. I also still want to fuck this ass.”

  She swats my ass hard before leaving me to finish shaving so I can hop in the shower.

  “You seriously need to move that cute ass of yours.” She bends back into the doorway. “With the traffic at this time of the day, we should have left at least ten minutes ago. Mateo has texted me twice now to let me know he’s waiting out front.

  “Five more minutes.” I pull open the glass door to gain access to the shower. “If I don’t take a quick shower, I’m going to head into the office smelling like sex.”

  “Fine. Just hurry up.”

  By the time I am ready to go, Sofia is practically dragging me by the tie to the elevator. She presses the button for a second time, trying to magically will it to our floor faster. It dings and the doors part as I tap the breast pocket of my suit jacket.

  “Fuck! My phone is inside.”

  “Jesus,” she sighs and steps off the elevator.

  “You go. Just give me your keys, and I’ll be down right behind you.”

  She tosses me the keys, and I quickly unlock the door. I feel at the pile of clothes still tucked in the corner by the front door—the memory eliciting a slight smile—but to no avail. Moving through each room, I continue to scour every surface of the apartment.

  Glancing into the kitchen, I finally spot it on the counter. Plugged in beside the coffee pot.

  Right where I definitely didn’t leave it.

  Unplugging it, I stuff it into my pocket as I begin to make my way back to the elevator.

  BOOM!

  The entire building shakes as the sound echoes off the surrounding buildings. Racing to the window, I look to the nearby buildings before turning my attention down to the street.

  Shards of glass cover the sidewalk and most of the street, as flames billow from a black car parked at the street in front of the entrance to the building.

  “Sofia!” Her name rattles from my lungs as I race through the apartment to the elevator. I slam my fingers repeatedly against the call button. I hit it again and again, but it doesn’t come fast enough.

  I slam through the emergency fire door with my heart pounding in my chest. Barely able to breathe, I jump down the stairs two at a time as I make my way down the eight flights. Barreling into the lobby, I push through the terrified residents of the building, screaming her name as I make my way onto the street.

  “Sofia!” I scream trying to approach the car, but the flames shooting from the wreckage make it impossible to get close enough to see inside.

  Turning around, about to completely fall apart, I see her on the sidewalk crumpled against the front of the building. Every step across the sidewalk feels like I’m walking in sand, and I can’t cross the distance between us fast enough.

  Finally reaching her, I drop to the glass-covered ground and lift her face. Tears well in her eyes and drops of blood trickle down her face from a handful of small cuts. Pulling her against me, I exhale, “Thank fucking God you’re okay.”

  “That was supposed to be me.” The words tremble from her mouth.

  I carefully wipe glass from her clothes and hair as I continue to check her over to ensure that she truly isn’t actually hurt.

  “I…I was in the lobby.” A tear falls down the cheek of the strongest woman I’ve ever met. “I should’ve been in the car. Ten blocks from here.”

  She looks up at me, and I nearly break watching the tears stream down her face.

  “You’re the only reason I wasn’t in that car.” She pushes out the pained words through her tears. “If you weren’t here. I wouldn’t have been late, and I would’ve been in the car.”

  “But you weren’t. And you’re okay.”

  “If you hadn’t forgotten your phone.” Her hand slaps over her mouth. “Those few seconds. You could’ve been in the car too.”

  Her hands claw at the labels of my jacket trying to pull me close. Slipping my hands under her legs and behind her back, I lift her from the sidewalk and into my arms. She wraps her arms tightly around my neck, but I can’t seem to pull her tight enough to me.

  “I’m not going anywhere,” I whisper the words against her bloody forehead before placing what I hope is a comforting kiss.

  twenty one

  SOFIA

  With my arms around his neck, I burrow my face into his chest trying to get closer to him. He carries me into the building and past the crowd of people waiting at the elevator bank. Spinning around he, uses his back to push open the heavy door to the stairwell.

  “You’re okay.”

  “I’ve got you.”

  “I’m not going anywhere.”

  He continuously repeats the words and softly kisses the top of my head. Cradling my body in his arms, he steadily makes his way up eight flights of stairs. Not a single exhausted exhale. Not a single complaint. Nothing but continuous words of comfort, tender kisses, and a firm embrace.

  “Squeeze tighter.” His voice is soft when we reach the door to my apartment. I tighten my grip around his neck, so hard it likely strangles him, and he releases me for a moment to pull my keys from his pocket. Shoving them into the door, he makes quick work of the lock before carrying me inside.

  Kicking the door shut with his foot, he pulls me tightly to him again as he takes us to my bedroom. Bypassing the bed, he walks straight to the en-suite and sits on the edge of the tub. My face still buried in his chest, I’m surprised by the sound of the running water and the fragrant aroma of my lavender bath bubbles.

  “Gab—”

  “Shhh,” He strokes the side of my face with one hand as he removes one of my stilettos with the other. “Please just let me take care of you.”

  I don’t have it in me to argue with him, and merely nod in response. Sinking back against him, he removes my other shoe. His hand slides up my calf, over my knee, and proceeds up my thigh over my skirt. Passing over my hip, he tugs at the zipper resting against my lower back. Still holding me tightly with one arm, his fingers work the buttons of my blouse as he continues to place soft kisses against the top of my head.

  “I’m right here, Sofia,” he whispers as he pulls my shirt from my body. Wrapping both arms around me, he pulls me close and unfastens the clasp of my bra. “You’re safe now.”

  Sliding me from his thigh, he helps me to my feet and my skirt falls to the floor. His fingers hook under the lace covering my hips and he carefully works the fabric down my thighs, allowing it to fall to my feet. He lightly grips the back of my thighs and gives a gentle tug toward him. While he doesn’t speak a word, I climb onto his lap, straddling him, as I press myself back against him. As though he knows how much I need it, his arms wrap snuggly around me.

 

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