Slut - Woodruff Jettie (полные книги .TXT) 📗

Gabriella’s dark eyes crossed my mind at the same time as the stupid idea. If you looked at her from across the room, you would swear her eyes were as black as coal, but when she was close, holy smokes. They were more of a dark pine. Gabriella had the most beautiful eyes on a female I had ever seen. That’s what I noticed first about her. Those damn eyes. I know at no point in time did she ever try to make them look sexy, but they were. Natural sex appeal dripped from the girl. She didn’t have to try.

“And I thought I was the drunk one.”

“What? Tell me you don’t think that girl is sweet. I study people for a living. I’m an expert at reading people. Gabby’s a good catch. I bet she’d make you a lovely wife, give Rowan a couple siblings, and be the model PTA mom. She’s the type for that.”

I drank one more and then argued with Lane who was the safer one to drive. I won. It was my truck. Lane talked about going home and drunk fucking his wife stupid, and I once again thought about her. Rowan did need a brother to look out for her. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea. I mean, where else would I ever find another one this desperate? I wouldn’t. Ever. And I knew it.

We made it to our cul-de-sac safe and sound, I dropped Lane off at the end of his driveway, only because I didn’t want to try to back out, and went home alone.

“How is she?” I questioned the new sitter.

She answered in broken English, explaining that Rowan was well, sound asleep in her crib. I paid her, sent her on her way, and went for another drink. Like I needed that.

The shadow on the tile right outside the door caught my eye as I poured another glass of Jack.

I slid the door open to my slutty, little, stowaway, instantly hiding a happy smile. “What the fuck are you doing here?”

“I—I was, I just—I.”

“Get in here, you’re letting the bugs in,” I ordered, already feeling the twitch in my dick. I was fucking that. Any and everywhere I could. Drunk sex, where anything goes.

“I need to tell you something.”

Gabriella stood in front of the door, hands wringing while her body trembled. I slid my ass to the new island I’d just installed, soaking up every little move. I fucked with her for a little bit, letting her shake in her shoes while I enjoyed the theatrics.

“Okay, I’ll let you tell me anything you want. Show me your tits first.”

My cock grew when she didn’t move. Her eyes stayed on the floor and her pale yellow sundress swayed back and forth with her nervous body.

“Look at me, Gabriella.”

Her eyes shifted to mine and my heart beat loud in my chest. God, she was fucking gorgeous, her dark haunting eyes fueled my fire.

“Good. Do you want to show me your tits? I think I would like that very much. Can you do that for me? Hmm?”

Her head shook up and down as her hand went to the thin straps over her shoulder. She fucking did it. The girl did every fucking thing I told her to do, and I fed on it, craving more with every single morsel.

Two of the most perfect boobs I’d ever seen slowly emerged from behind the thin material, instantly beading into pink little buds. The more I fucked with her, the more my dick hardened, becoming uncomfortable behind my jeans.

“You like that? Hmm? You like letting me see your tits?”

Her eyes stayed down, and adrenalin rushed my veins like heroin.

“Look at me.”

Fuck… my cock was ready to explode. Her eyes looked to mine, and my dick grew to full capacity.

“It’s okay if you like it. That’s what sluts do. You can like it. Do you know what else they do?” I questioned as my ass slid from the slippery marble. I had to stand before my dick broke in half, and at the time, I believed that was a possibility. That’s how uncomfortable it was.

The drunken sway from the spinning room caused me to stumble a little, but I was right swift in recovering. Her head bowed without a word, nothing but an audible swallow. I walked to her and lifted her eyes to mine with a finger below her chin. Instant gratification from the control I had over her flooded my mind.

“Did I say look away? Hmm? Answer me.”

“No.”

My fingers pinched her chin and my lips kissed her. She stood there, letting me do whatever I wanted. My wife would have already slapped me across the face, but not Gabriella. Gabriella didn’t say a word, not even a flinch. I could taste the whiskey when I kissed her, sure she could taste it, too.

“Good little slut. Now show me your pussy.”

I lied. My cock hadn’t reached its full potential, not until that very moment. She fucking took a step back and slid her dress over her hips. I was speechless. She fucking did it.

“Keep your eyes right here, baby. Right on mine. Keep going, get rid of the panties, too,” I coaxed with a quick sidestep. I took a couple steps back and watched her ass, waiting for her to bend over and slide them off her ankles. I laughed and took another swig of my drink when she didn’t do that. She danced them off her hips, trying to keep from bending over, too embarrassed to show me her little cunt. It didn’t matter though. I planned on seeing a lot more than that.

One arm wrapped around her body while my hips pressed into her ass. I stumbled a little when I moved us forward, trying to get rid the drink in my hand. I didn’t want it anymore. I wanted pussy. Gabriella stumbled with me, catching herself on the island with both hands. I bent at the knee and ran my cock up her backside, sliding my tongue clear up her spine. Her feet were kicked out to my approval and I did the same with her hands, ordering her not to move.

I had a hard time reading her. One minute I could have sworn I heard a moan, and then I touched her. She jumped and I watched her eyes slam shut through the black glass in the microwave. This had been like five or six times that I had fucked her now, and she was never wet. Driest bitch I’d ever been with.

“What the fuck is wrong with you? Get it wet.”

Her hair flipped around to her back when she jerked her head, a little bit of rebellious sass hidden below a frown.

“Are you deaf? I said make your pussy wet.”

“I—I, how?”

“I don’t know, it’s not my problem, it’s yours. You’re not fucking normal. You should be dripping wet by now. Why aren’t you, Gabriella? You don’t like me? Huh?” I questioned through slurred words, speaking slower than I needed to. I could hear it, I just couldn’t fix it. I was too drunk for that.

“I like you.”

I had to smile, she was so determined when she said it. It was cute.

“That makes me feel special. Why don’t you taste my cock? Let’s see if we can’t get that pussy wet. Come on, now,” I repeated with a jolt of my hips right into her ass.

Gabriella turned, but I had to guide her shaky hands to the snap of my jeans. I pulled her hair from the back of her head and shoved my tongue half way down her throat, feeling a sense of intoxicating power. Both nipples beaded between my fingers as I twisted hard, quick rapid breaths felt on my chest. My eyes looked down to her trembling hands, and I helped her take me into her hand, moaning with the feel of her soft skin around my shaft. My hand closed around hers, and I directed her on how to stroke me, sliding my jeans over my hips to give her better access.

“That’s it. Just like that. Hmm, baby, that’s good,” I said in a chant, teasing her mouth with my tongue between words. “You want it in your mouth, don’t you, slut?”

I kissed her again and then pulled back, looking her straight in the eyes while I halted our hands working my hard rod. “That is a direct question, Gabriella. When I ask a question, I expect answers. Do you understand me?”