Chapter 1
At three in the morning, the door swung open, jolting Elena Whitmore awake. As she propped herself up, the lights flickered on, revealing Gabriel Whitmore leaning against the doorframe, reeking of alcohol. One hand held a cigarette, while the other hovered over the light switch, casting a grim look towards her. But Elena wasn’t afraid—what could he possibly do? No matter how much he resented her, it always boiled down to the same twisted game, one that could leave her feeling drained if he chose to push the boundaries. Sighing internally, she smiled and kicked off the covers, swinging her legs out of bed. “What are you doing here?” she asked, stepping towards him. Gabriel's head swayed slightly, a half-smirk playing on his lips. “Am I not allowed?” “Of course you are,” she replied, moving closer, only to have her wrist grasped tightly in his grip. He yanked her toward him and spun her around, pinning her against the wall beside the door. Elena gasped, “What are you doing?” Without a word, Gabriel leaned against the wall with one hand, raising the cigarette to his lips and taking a drag before blowing the smoke directly at her. Instinctively, she turned her head away, but he forced her chin back to face him. “Why are you hiding? You’re not a stranger to it,” he taunted. The truth was, she had quit smoking years ago. Clenching her fingers, she offered a playful smile. “It's just a reflex. I won’t do it again…” Gabriel's gaze dropped to the enticing smile on her lips, his narrowed eyes darkening. As he released his grip just enough that the cigarette butt fell away, he leaned down fiercely, capturing her mouth in a rough kiss. The intensity was overwhelming; he bit and savaged her lips as if trying to devour her whole. Elena had grown accustomed to his dominating force over the last three months, closing her eyes to succumb to the sensation. Before long, Gabriel's tongue invaded her mouth, searching and twisting as if he meant to claim every inch of her. She moaned softly, a sound that ignited something primal within him, a feverish want that he couldn’t drown out. His hand clutched her face, while the other slid beneath her silk nightgown, brushing against the soft curve of her waist, gradually descending. He pulled the fabric higher, slipping his fingers between her legs, feeling the silky smoothness against his rough skin. His touch sent waves of heat pooling in her belly, and he knew just how to provoke her, how to coax her until she was pliant beneath him. As his fingers pressed against her, he felt the warm moisture seep out, knowing instinctively how to tease her in all the right places. “Quick to get wet,” he muttered, his voice low and husky, his fingers moving with a delicacy that only amplified his roughness. Elena gasped softly, “Is that bad?” “Not at all. The wetter you are, the more fun it’ll be.” With just his words, Elena felt her stomach tighten, and a fresh wave of desire flowed from her. Gabriel's fingers danced against her, and he smirked, sensing her response as he turned her around, grasping her waist and lifting her up. -
Chapter 2
Although she didn't want to remain standing, as it would exhaust her, Elena Whitmore was worried that she wouldn't be able to hold on for long. But Gabriel Whitmore clearly wanted to push her limits tonight, so she had no choice but to step back and arch her hips. Just as Gabriel knew her so well, she knew him just as intimately. Protests and resistance only turned him on more, making him more defiant and exhilarated. Gabriel lifted her nightgown, bunching it at her waist. Under the warm glow of the lamp, Elena's lacy underwear accentuated her round, full hips, making them even more enticing. Gabriel's eyes darkened as his fingers traced the curve of her waist, trailing down to her already wet opening, teasing it while deliberately brushing against her swollen clit. "Mm…" Elena bit her lower lip and let out a soft moan, her hips twitching slightly, caught between wanting to escape and craving more. "Do you want it?" "Yeah." "Yeah, what?" "I want you to fuck me." Gabriel was pleased with her answer. He pressed his middle finger against her sensitive clit and rubbed it hard twice. "Ah—" Elena's body shuddered, her neck arching as she called out, her hips swaying wildly. "I like hearing you scream. Louder." Gabriel grasped her slender neck, skillfully massaging it as his lips brushed her ear, his breath hot against her skin. "Mm… ah… Gabriel, it's… too much…" she gasped. "I thought it would feel good." It did feel good, but it was also intense… "Come on… inside… mm…” Gabriel had no intention of giving in so quickly. He lightly nibbled her delicate earlobe and pulled down her panties. His index and middle fingers slid inside her wet entrance easily, encountering no resistance as they plunged deep. "Ah—" The intrusion filled her, making Elena's body tense as a warm rush of fluids followed. Gabriel chuckled lowly, "Cumming with just two fingers? You're too eager." "I… I didn't…” Elena began, but Gabriel's fingers were already moving, twisting and thrusting within her tight channel, turning her unfinished words into a series of moans. "I think it’s around here." As Gabriel spoke, he pressed his fingertip against the slick inner wall, searching. A moment later, he found the smooth, sensitive spot. "Got it." Elena's heartbeat stuttered, and the next thing she felt was a firm press against her G-spot. "Ah— There… no… mmm…” The sharp pleasure mixed with a tingling aching sensation overwhelmed her, making her shake her head, tears gathering in her eyes. Gabriel savored the sound. He moved his hand down to grasp her breast, kneading the soft flesh through the thin fabric of her nightgown. The silk did nothing to hide the sensation of her hardened nipple rolling under his palm. He rubbed and pinched her nipple while his fingers kept up their relentless assault on her G-spot, occasionally swirling around to stimulate it more. "It's too much… Gabriel… don't…" Gabriel didn't listen. He skillfully continued to tease her sensitive areas, tugging and twisting her nipples until they were hard as little stones, his deft, relentless fingers working magic inside her. With every nerve in her body on fire, Elena felt herself nearing the edge, the overwhelming pleasure about to peak. "I… can't… Gabriel…"
Chapter 3
Elena Whitmore's inner muscles began to contract rhythmically around Gabriel Whitmore’s fingers. He knew she was close. Lowering his head, he bit down hard on her neck. “Ah—” Elena cried out. The pain pushed her pleasure to its peak. Elena's body tensed, submerged in ecstasy. A wave of heat cascaded down, almost forcing Gabriel's fingers out. Not lingering too long, he withdrew his hand smoothly. He pushed his wet fingers into Elena's slightly parted lips, releasing her neck from his bite. His tongue gently licked the indentations his teeth had left on her skin. “You climaxed so quickly, how will you last in the next round?” Gabriel teased. Still basking in the afterglow, Elena knew that if this continued, she'd struggle to make it through even the first half. Taking the initiative, she wrapped her wet tongue around his fingers. Gabriel's eyes glinted with an amused light. Releasing her nipple, he grabbed her soft breast with a firm squeeze. As expected, Elena let out a muffled moan and, while licking his hand, cooed, “I can help you…” Gabriel’s lips curved into a slight smile. “Help me, hm?” Elena released his fingers and turned to look at him. “Let me suck…” Her voice, flushed cheeks, and eyes misted with pleasure were intoxicating. If this were back in the day, these actions alone would have driven him wild. But now… he scoffed softly. “In your dreams,” Gabriel's voice, though soft, sent a shiver through Elena. She heard the sound of a belt buckle, then felt the sting as the belt lightly struck across her rear. She winced, an unconscious desire to escape making her step forward. But Gabriel's large hand on her chest slid down to her belly, pulling her back. He positioned her higher, making her arch her lower back. With a swift motion, he unzipped his trousers, letting them and his underwear slide down, exposing his engorged length. As it brushed against Elena's rear, her heart skipped, aware of its eager pulsations. Her hands pressed against the wall, fisting tightly as she dared not move. She knew exactly how big he was. Each time he entered, it was an arduous task for her. Elena’s sudden tension and fear were evident, and Gabriel relished it. His large hand pressed down on her waist, he adjusted the angle, and guided the leaking tip to her moist entrance. He thrust gently, teasing her entrance, coating himself with her wetness. “Relax. If you’re this tense, how am I supposed to get in?” “...Please, be gentle,” Elena whispered. “With you, that's hard to do.” As he spoke, Gabriel suddenly thrust forward pointedly, proving he truly couldn't hold back. “Mmm—” The sensitive entrance was struck with a mix of pain and pleasure. Elena could only let out a muffled groan, followed by another thrust. After several repetitions, Gabriel’s moist tip finally made its way inside. “Ah—” Elena felt as if something had stretched her open, her heartbeat racing, skin tight with sensation. Inside, her soft muscles clamped down tightly, resisting while pulling him in. The pleasurable electric current shot up, making Gabriel tilt his head back slightly, brows furrowed in delight. “Damn, you really do squeeze tight.” “Slow down, please…” “Too tight for that.” Gabriel's voice came out between clenched teeth. Withdrawing slightly, he thrust with force again. “Ah—”
Chapter 4
Gabriel Whitmore's thick manhood forced its way in two-thirds of the way before it got stuck. Elena Whitmore instinctively tried to pull her hips forward, but his hand on her abdomen held her in place. "What are you trying to escape from?" "It hurts…" "Just bear it." Gabriel Whitmore withdrew slightly and, using the slick moisture at the tip, thrust forward with force, burying himself to the hilt. The tightness of her inner walls stretched to their limits. The rounded head of his shaft pushed deep, mixing an ache and a stinging pain with a sensation of pleasing fullness. "Ah—" Elena Whitmore's eyes welled up instantly, a mist of tears making her eyes even darker, her cheeks flushing deep red. "Does it feel good?" Gabriel Whitmore pulled out a bit before driving in hard again. "Hah—uh… so full..." "That's how it's supposed to be. You're so tight... it's gripping me so firmly... ha..." Gabriel Whitmore gave a low, almost amused chuckle. His slick manhood, wet from her juices, withdrew slowly until only the head remained nestled at her entrance. Suddenly, he thrust forward again, deep and hard. "Ah—" Too deep and too hard... Gabriel Whitmore's intense thrust drew tears from Elena Whitmore's eyes. But he didn’t pull out. His solid abdomen pressed tightly against her soft behind, the thick, rounded head grinding insistently at her deepest point. "Nnh... ah... nnh..." The aching sensation spread from where he pressed against her, mingling with a pleasure too complex for words. Elena Whitmore felt as though she was being ground to pieces, her limbs turning weak and shaky. Her body trembled uncontrollably as if trying to escape forward. But she couldn’t get away. Gabriel Whitmore’s hand on her abdomen blocked her retreat, pressing her back towards him, making her meet his grinding thrusts. Elena Whitmore whimpered, shaking her head from side to side in a futile attempt to endure. "Uhn... Gabriel, Gabriel Whitmore... ah… so sore... so full…" Gabriel Whitmore bent down, his lips at her ear breathing warm air, "You're too tight, every move I make is a challenge. I need to loosen you up a bit." His deep, raspy voice oozed with a mix of sensuality and gentleness, contrasting starkly with the increased intensity and depth of his movements. Elena Whitmore’s body shivered under his attentions, her toes curling... Gabriel Whitmore could feel the tender flesh of her inner walls trying to cling to his shaft, as if attempting to stop him. Each clench seemed to acknowledge its inability to keep him out, only for her slick arousal to retreat before returning with renewed effort. Her tight hold around him brought a different kind of pleasure, less wild but a deeply gratifying tension, like subtle electric currents teasing through his body. His breathing grew heavier, yet his control over the rhythm and force of his movements remained steady. He savored her delicate whimpers, relishing the psychological thrill of dominance. Soon, Elena Whitmore's weak, helpless whimpers grew louder, the tightening rhythm of her inner walls increasing. Gabriel Whitmore knew she was close again. His hand slid from her waist to between her legs, easily finding the swollen, sensitive nub of her clitoris, pressing and rubbing firmly. "Ah—" Elena Whitmore's mind went blank. Her body gave a small convulsion, her core tightening sharply as a wave of ecstasy surged through her, releasing a warm flood. Gabriel Whitmore felt a powerful tingling shoot up his spine, pausing for a moment. But he didn’t stop his hand from soothing her clit. He continued to rub gently, drawing slow circles in a comforting rhythm, like a tender caress. Her inner walls, which had been clamping down on him so fiercely, gradually loosened. Elena Whitmore, drained from the climax, could only gasp for air, her body weak and trembling, unable to do anything more than let out soft breaths.
Chapter 5
"That's much better." Gabriel Whitmore's voice was soft, but it sent chills down Elena Whitmore's spine. He hadn't even fully started, yet she had already climaxed twice. How was she going to endure tonight? Ignoring the lingering throbs of her recent orgasms that still ricocheted through her body, Elena struggled to lift her exhausted head. The moment she did, the thick member buried deep within her withdrew only to slam back in forcefully. "Ugh—" she groaned from the impact, her body lurching forward and her forehead nearly hitting the wall. Gabriel wasn't just toying with her anymore; his hands gripped her waist tightly as he thrust with unwavering intensity into her already overly sensitive and wet channel. Her tender, inexperienced flesh didn't know whether to be fatigued or terrified, shrinking back and twitching, completely at the mercy of his large, veiny length grinding into her again and again. Gabriel leaned back, his chiseled jaw clenched, eyes narrowing into thin slits. "So slick..." Gabriel admired, thrusting harder. Her freshly spent body was hyper-aware of every sensation. Gabriel pulled his penis nearly all the way out before ramming it back in, deep and forcefully, the friction and pressure sending Elena into a sensory overload. Her organs felt displaced from the sheer force of his thrusts, each one bringing bizarre waves of pleasure that made her feel like she was losing her mind. Within only a few dozen strokes, Elena was in tears. "Gabriel… Gabriel Whitmore… please, please be gentle—ah—softer—" she pleaded, her hips instinctively trying to escape, but Gabriel just gripped her waist harder, his gaze locked onto her reddening skin and the way her tight entrance stretched to accommodate him. Every time his throbbing, veined member withdrew, it left a trail of clear fluid, making the petals of her entrance turn inside out before he thrust back in brutally. The visual stimulus was overwhelming for Gabriel, and Elena's begs only served to excite him further. "I told you, it's hard to be gentle with you." "Ah—Gabriel, Gabriel Whitmore—too—too deep—ah—" "Yes, that's it, call my name, louder." Gabriel's strokes became more vigorous, and the rhythmic slapping of flesh against flesh combined with Elena's pleas echoed throughout the room. She was overwhelmed, turning her head to beg, one hand instinctively pushing against his rock-hard abs. It was futile; it only made Gabriel more excited. Freeing one hand, he seized her cheek, leaning down to capture her lips. His taut hips moved like a jackhammer, relentless and powerful. Though smaller now, the thrusts' frequency increased, probing her deepest, most sensitive areas mercilessly, opening her up. Elena could barely breathe, every ounce of pleasure and sharp sensation from below and the suffocating kiss being too much. Soon, she was gasping for air. "Mmm—no, mmm—can't—" she whimpered, both hands clutching Gabriel's arm, trying to pull his hand away from her face. His hand was like a vice, unyielding, and despite her efforts, she couldn't budge it. Instead, he sucked harder on her tongue. As if that wasn't enough, Gabriel slid his other hand from her waist down to lift her leg, destabilizing her further. Standing tall as he was, with Elena's leg forcibly raised, the tip of her other foot barely touched the ground, leaving no room for resistance.
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