Chapter 47 Chapter Forty-Seven - Gabriella
In a move that makes my head spin, he withdraws his finger, turns me around and bends me over the desk, his sheathed cock pressing against my ass as he holds my hands against the desk. I’m panting as he breathes heavily against my ear, his tongue and lips marking my neck as he sucks at my heated flesh. I push back, grinding my ass against his cock, so he thrusts his hips against my ass, pressing my hips firmly into the desk.
“Tell me what you want,” he instructs as his hand firmly squeezes my ass making my insides clench.
“I want you to stretch out my ass with your cock,” I plead, my nails clawing at the desk.
“Fuck, you have a way with words, Starlight,” he groans, fisting my hair with his other hand and angling my face up as he kisses me forcefully, and I gladly surrender.
I hear the sound of him unzipping his pants, making me mewl with anticipation as my insides clench and quiver as my ass throbs eagerly, having been so long since it got any love. He pulls my thong to the side and begins to rub his firm cock between my folds, brushing the tip of his cock against my clit as he gets himself nice and wet.
“Jartre,” I beg in a moan.
“Don’t worry, I’ll give you what you crave,” he promises, positioning his cock at the entrance of my ass.
I keep myself relaxed even though my stomach is a flurry with excitement, and slowly, almost too slowly, I feel him push the tip into my ass. I gasp euphorically, my eyes rolling back as my entire body surrenders to him. He places his hands on my hips and slowly eases himself inside me a little at a time, his pants filling the room as he finally sinks himself completely inside me. He lets out a deep, sated groan, holding himself still as I adjust to him. Another part of myself awakens from its slumber, remembering what it once felt like to have a cock filling my ass, but never did it feel this good. Never did it feel so overwhelmingly pleasurable to have my ass claimed.
“Think you’re ready for me to move now?” he asks breathlessly.
“Fuck yes, do it,” I beg him, reaching back and overlapping his hands on my hips.
Slowly he pulls back to the tip, and then sinks back into me, making me moan in ecstasy. He does it again, and again, and again, and I can feel my head spinning from the slow, pleasurable assault.
“Give me more,” I encourage him.
“You really were made for me,” he says, his voice almost sounding enraptured as he begins to quicken his pace.
I moan breathlessly, bracing myself against the desk as he moves a bit faster, thrusting his cock inside me with more force; force I only seem to crave more of.
“Oh, Jartre,” I cry out.
“You want me to claim your ass, don’t you?” he grunts.
“Yes. Claim my ass, baby,” I pant.
“Whatever my Goddess desires.”
He thrusts into me with force and passion, his hips pressing me into the desk over and over again. His hands slide up under my blazer, popping open my single button, and cup my breasts as he pulls me up flush against him. He leans down, kissing me lustfully. I try to return his kiss as my moans fill his mouth, followed by a yelp as he pinches my nipples between his fingers.
His cock moves harder and faster inside me, making me gasp for air. My entire body sings with pleasure as my muscles coil, begging for a release. He wraps his arm around me, cupping my breast in his hand as his other hand slides down my body, dipping into my thong. I grip his arm, moaning like my life depends on it as he pinches my clit between his fingers and begins rubbing his fingers back and forth.
“Cum for me, baby. Let me see your pleasure,” he orders authoritatively, unlocking another pleasure centre of my brain that sends jolts of fire coursing through my body.
I reach back, fisting his hair as I try to brace against his fast, unyielding thrusts, but there’s no point. I’m trapped in his embrace, rejoicing from the overwhelming pleasure he is forcing from my body as his cock drills my ass and his fingers stimulate my clit.
“Don’t stop,” I cry out, “Oh, fuck, please…don’t stop,” I cry and beg as my entire body builds higher and higher, my face contorting, my muscles tensing and my head becoming light as his pace picks up even more speed.
“Shatter for me,” he growls into my ear as an intense electric jolt shoots through my ass and clit at the same time, making my eyes blow wide and screams of pleasure fill the room as otherworldly ecstasy erupts inside me as my juices squirt from my pussy like an explosion.
I continue to scream and shake, my body going limp as black spots form in my vision, but his assault on my body doesn’t waver. He’s determined to wring out every drop of pleasure he can from my fragile human form, and just as I feel he’s finally drained the last drop from me, he tightens his hold on me, letting out a deep, primal growl as he thrusts his cock deep into my ass as I feel his hot cum coat my insides. Feeling him pouring himself inside me has my orgasm finding a second wind, sending another orgasmic wave of pleasure through me until my knees give out and I become a ragdoll in his arms.
Carefully I feel him lift me into his arms, and step back, sinking down onto the sofa, his cock still buried in my ass. I slump against him, soothed by the rising and falling of his chest as I rest my cheek there. He leans down and presses a tender kiss to my temple, his pants and mine filling my ears, mixed with the sound of our heartbeats.
“You are truly incredible,” he says reverently, wrapping his arms around me.
“As a human…I might not…be cut out for this…but fuck does it feel good.”
He chuckles, burying his nose in my hair, “You’re definitely cut out for this.” He lifts my chin, tilting my head back so his eyes can look into mine, “You were meant for me. I feared your human body would make us incompatible, but I was wrong.” He rests his forehead against mine, making my skin burn deliciously. “So very wrong. I’ve never felt more whole than I do when I’m with you, and I’ve never felt pleasure the way I have felt it when I’m with you.”
His words are like the high of a hundred stimulants and I feel tears pricking in my eyes. “Thank you for giving me a chance to be yours.”
He shakes his head, “It’s you who gave me the chance, don’t ever get that confused.”
He holds my face in his hands, kissing me so deeply I feel it in my soul. I hold his face in my hands returning his kiss, when I finally register the feeling growing inside him, reaching out for me. My breath gets caught in my throat, but I dare not say anything. I would gladly call out every other emotion, but not this one. This one is too important. I want to hear him say it, and I can patiently wait until he is ready, because just knowing how he feels is enough to fill my heart with joy.
“Are you okay?” he carefully asks.
I smile nodding, “Never been better.” I place another gentle kiss on his lips, that he returns, eyeing me suspiciously, but he doesn’t press the matter.
“Your friends will be wondering where we are.”
I snort, “They will know exactly where we are, they’re not stupid. And if not, the mess we’ve made of ourselves will give it away.”
“Easily fixed.” He lightly smacks my ass, “Up you get.”
I pout and slowly get up, feeling his cock slip out of me. There’s a bit of soreness, but nothing I can’t handle. The feeling of emptiness, however, still not a fan of.
Jartre snaps his fingers and in an instant, we’re both dry and clean like nothing ever happened. I stare at him in amazement as I slip my thong back into place, do up my pants and button up my blazer.
“You know with such a fast cleanup service, sex in public might become more frequent,” I tease.
Jartre rises to his feet, tucking his dick away and doing up his pants, “And if you keep wearing pants like that, your ass will never be safe from me.” He grabs my hand and pulls me close.
I smile up at him, “Promises, promises.”
With our arms firmly wrapped around each other, we make our way back into the club, back to the booth where we take our seats and find a new round of drinks.
“Haven’t you ever heard of a ‘quickie’?” says Derrick petulantly.
I chuckle, picking up my drinking and sipping, “They have their time and place.”
I hand the remaining drink to Jartre, who takes it graciously and sips, appearing to enjoy the taste even if it won’t get him drunk.
“Who could ever want to rush pleasure with something so perfect?” Jartre says with a seductive ere, placing a kiss behind my ear and making my cheeks heat up.
“Well, damn,” Wyatt mutters, taking a sip of his drink.
I grin at them, “You ditched us first.”
“To dance, not to bang,” huffs Derrick.
“Only because we didn’t think of it first,” Wyatt admits, making Jartre and I both chuckle.
“The night is young,” I remind them, cosying up to Jartre, making myself at home under his arm. He sips his drink and places a kiss on my temple.
“How come you were here at the last themed night?” Wyatt inquires.
“My friend begged me to come. They love these kinds of clubs and definitely loved the occasion, and I needed to let off some steam, so I tagged along. Never in a million years thought I’d find my soulmate here.” He smiles at me, love and sincerity burning in his eyes making my stomach flutter. I hold my hand to his cheek and kiss him lovingly, feeling him smile as he returns my kiss.
“I have to admit, I’ve never seen Gabriella so smitten in all the years I’ve known here. It’s nice to see,” says Derrick warmly.
I lean into Jartre and smile at Derrick, “Thank you. I’ve definitely never felt smitten before.”
“Here’s to being smitten,” Derrick announces, raising his glass. The three of us, join in, clinking glasses and sipping out drinks.
“Dance with me,” Jartre says in my ear.
I smile wide at him, nodding eagerly as I put my drink down and get up. Jartre puts his drink down and gets up taking my hand.
“If you’ll excuse us, I’m going to dance with my woman.”
Jartre leads me onto the floor and twirls me into his arms. We hold onto each other, hands roaming each other slowly as we move to the beat of Sabrina Carpenter’s ‘Diamonds Are Forever’.
“Despite what I said earlier, I want you to know how mind-blowingly stunning you look,” he says as his eyes rake over me hungrily.
I smile up at him, my heart pounding furiously, “That’s all I wanted you to say.”
“I’m sorry. I’m still learning, but I promise to do better next time. I don’t want you to ever think I don’t look at you and see anything less than perfection.” His fingers lightly brush against my cheek, making my eyes flutter.
“No one is perfect.”
“That’s what you are to me,” he says, sealing his words with a kiss.
My arms lock around his neck as our kiss becomes all that matters. The music, the people, they all melt away until all I feel is his lips on mine, and his arms around me, holding me like the rarest diamond. My entire body tingles, and I realise beyond a shadow of a doubt, I want to feel this way forever.
Our kiss is interrupted as Derrick walks over, tapping our shoulders, “Mind if I cut in?”
We reluctantly step apart, but instead of Derrick taking my hands, he surprises me by taking Jartre’s.
Jartre’s surprise is brief, followed by a mischievous glint in his eyes. He throws me a wink and pulls Derrick close before dipping him low, making his eyes blow wide. My jaw drops as he pulls Derrick back up and begins dancing with him, my best friend now looking like nothing more than a gobsmacked doll.
I break into a fit of giggles as Wyatt comes to stand beside me, “Now I think I’m the one who should be jealous.”
I hold out my hand to him with a playful smile, “Let’s show them how it’s done.”
He grins, takes my hand and twirls me around. As I dance with Wyatt, I smile over at Jartre dancing with Derrick. His eyes meet mine and he graces me with the most whimsical smile that warms my heart. I have a strong feeling this is the first time he’s really let loose and had real fun in a long time, and I have to say, my man may be insecure about a lot of things, but his masculinity isn’t one of them, and it’s just one of the many things I love about him.