sick, I wouldn’t have discovered how much I love to perform live.
If Dad hadn’t left, maybe Sabrina wouldn’t have Daddy issues and wouldn’t have gotten involved with the club.
I felt cold all over when that nasty thought worked its way out from my subconscious. I’d been trying to bury it, but there was no getting around it. What if Sabrina hadn’t felt that pull toward the club? Where would she be right now? At home? Working? Living her life?
It was as though Gabriel heard my thoughts because one of his arms tightened around me. He comforted me even as he slept. I let myself sink into his embrace, my head on his shoulder again.
I realized I was happy. It was foreign, something I hadn’t felt in ages. Not since before Sabrina disappeared.
At first, I felt guilty. Was it all right for me to feel happy right now? Shouldn’t I be miserable? Worried? I didn’t know what she was going through, but if she was still alive, she had to be in some uncomfortable situation. Hurt, alone, scared. Did I deserve this happiness? It felt like I was betraying her.
The betrayal felt even worse when I thought about whose arms I was in. It couldn’t have been just any guy, could it? No. It had to be him. I was still almost sure he knew something he didn’t want to tell me. Of all people, I’d fallen into bed with Gabriel.
It was meant to be, though. Wasn’t it? From the moment he kissed me, I knew there was something more to him. He lit a fire inside me, and it glowed warmly as I rested my head on his strong shoulder.
I wondered what his life was like outside of his nights at the bar with the club. And whatever business he did, of course. I didn’t want to think about that now, not while we were in bed together. Or ever.
He moved in his sleep, and I ran my hand over his chest. I loved the way he felt, so firm and strong. Like he could do whatever he wanted to me. I knew he could easily have overpowered me, but he was never too rough. I wasn’t afraid of him. He turned me on.
He shifted again, this time rolling onto his side. I rolled away, so my back was against his front. He pulled me close to him, pressing himself into my backside. He was semi-hard, and just the pressure from it sent a warm feeling between my legs.
I wriggled against him, rolling my hips in a circle. He sighed in my ear, and I felt him growing harder. I did it again, grinding up on his manhood. Remembering what he did to me with that thick length got me wet and ready for him again. I moved again, and this time, he moved with me.
He grunted in my ear, his hand moving over my breasts to stroke and fondle them. I gasped, melting into him. He already knew just how to touch me, setting me on fire with the slightest caress. I couldn’t believe how quickly he made me burn from head to toe. My skin tingled wherever his fingers made contact.
Now he flicked my nipples with his fingers while he rubbed his erection against my butt. I moaned, rocking my hips back and forth to increase the friction between us. His hand moved lower, stroking my legs. I opened them, giving him access to all of me.
When his fingers made contact with my folds, I arched my back and cried out. His mouth latched onto my neck, licking and sucking there while he fingered me. I cried out, begging for more, already so close to the edge. Just hearing him breathing heavily against me, feeling how hot and hard he was behind me while he worked me with his hand, was hotter than anything I’d known before. I tensed against him, screaming as quietly as I could while I came. He fought for breath as I came down from that first burst of bliss, leaning against him as I panted for breath.
He was still moving, rubbing against me, stroking my lips. I sighed and opened my legs wider, allowing him to slide between my legs and into my wet heat. I cried out again when I felt him enter me, his thickness filling me. When he started to move, I nearly came for a second time almost instantly. But he took his
If Dad hadn’t left, maybe Sabrina wouldn’t have Daddy issues and wouldn’t have gotten involved with the club.
I felt cold all over when that nasty thought worked its way out from my subconscious. I’d been trying to bury it, but there was no getting around it. What if Sabrina hadn’t felt that pull toward the club? Where would she be right now? At home? Working? Living her life?
It was as though Gabriel heard my thoughts because one of his arms tightened around me. He comforted me even as he slept. I let myself sink into his embrace, my head on his shoulder again.
I realized I was happy. It was foreign, something I hadn’t felt in ages. Not since before Sabrina disappeared.
At first, I felt guilty. Was it all right for me to feel happy right now? Shouldn’t I be miserable? Worried? I didn’t know what she was going through, but if she was still alive, she had to be in some uncomfortable situation. Hurt, alone, scared. Did I deserve this happiness? It felt like I was betraying her.
The betrayal felt even worse when I thought about whose arms I was in. It couldn’t have been just any guy, could it? No. It had to be him. I was still almost sure he knew something he didn’t want to tell me. Of all people, I’d fallen into bed with Gabriel.
It was meant to be, though. Wasn’t it? From the moment he kissed me, I knew there was something more to him. He lit a fire inside me, and it glowed warmly as I rested my head on his strong shoulder.
I wondered what his life was like outside of his nights at the bar with the club. And whatever business he did, of course. I didn’t want to think about that now, not while we were in bed together. Or ever.
He moved in his sleep, and I ran my hand over his chest. I loved the way he felt, so firm and strong. Like he could do whatever he wanted to me. I knew he could easily have overpowered me, but he was never too rough. I wasn’t afraid of him. He turned me on.
He shifted again, this time rolling onto his side. I rolled away, so my back was against his front. He pulled me close to him, pressing himself into my backside. He was semi-hard, and just the pressure from it sent a warm feeling between my legs.
I wriggled against him, rolling my hips in a circle. He sighed in my ear, and I felt him growing harder. I did it again, grinding up on his manhood. Remembering what he did to me with that thick length got me wet and ready for him again. I moved again, and this time, he moved with me.
He grunted in my ear, his hand moving over my breasts to stroke and fondle them. I gasped, melting into him. He already knew just how to touch me, setting me on fire with the slightest caress. I couldn’t believe how quickly he made me burn from head to toe. My skin tingled wherever his fingers made contact.
Now he flicked my nipples with his fingers while he rubbed his erection against my butt. I moaned, rocking my hips back and forth to increase the friction between us. His hand moved lower, stroking my legs. I opened them, giving him access to all of me.
When his fingers made contact with my folds, I arched my back and cried out. His mouth latched onto my neck, licking and sucking there while he fingered me. I cried out, begging for more, already so close to the edge. Just hearing him breathing heavily against me, feeling how hot and hard he was behind me while he worked me with his hand, was hotter than anything I’d known before. I tensed against him, screaming as quietly as I could while I came. He fought for breath as I came down from that first burst of bliss, leaning against him as I panted for breath.
He was still moving, rubbing against me, stroking my lips. I sighed and opened my legs wider, allowing him to slide between my legs and into my wet heat. I cried out again when I felt him enter me, his thickness filling me. When he started to move, I nearly came for a second time almost instantly. But he took his
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