YM778.TV Chapter 227 - Parched
[I listened to "I Want To" by Rosenfeld while writing this. ]
Could a man die from being too hard?
Even after just having orgasmed a minute ago, Gael felt the strong urge to be inside Angela. He was still impossibly hard as he glanced her way. She was stroking her thighs like she didn\'t know what to do with her hands. If she\'d ask him, he\'d certainly know what to do with them. Her hands belong to him—on his body, preferably on his cock—so were those pretty red lips.
She turned to him with a smile on her face and met his stare, unaware of the devilish ways he thought of her just now. He knew Angela was bold—naughty even. She just chose when to show it, and most of the time, she showed it behind closed doors. In this case, inside the car. Fûck. Just the thought of her mouth on him again made his cock twitch. Indeed she was bold, but what she did earlier still surprised him.
But no fûckin\' complaints there. Nope.
"Keep your eyes on the road, De Luca." She chuckled when she caught him snuck a glance at her again.
"It\'s hard to focus when all I can think about is you."
"Try harder. The faster you get us home..."
Angela didn\'t have to finish what she had to say as Gael had already increased their speed. A few minutes later, they reached the driveway. Rick stood outside the villa\'s front door with another guard where they were stationed for the evening. When the car pulled over, the two came towards the car to open their doors.
She scanned the exterior of his house, an inexplicable warmth filling her heart. The paintless exterior made her want to work on it and give it a Mediterranean look. She\'d always pictured the house like a villa in Italy—similar to Gael\'s house.
He touched her hand and told her, "Go upstairs first. I\'ll be there in a minute."
"Don\'t take too long," she told him, kissing his lips before she descended the car.
Gael didn\'t take his eyes off her as she let herself inside his home, even as Rick came to his side and began to give him a report. He held up a hand, shutting the other up mid-sentence. In a low and authoritative tone, he ordered, "Tell me tomorrow. I don\'t want any disturbances tonight. Secure the perimeter. Keep out of the house but keep an eye out."
"Copy that." Rick nodded once and retreated, already radioing the others to disseminate the order from their boss.
It hadn\'t even been more than twenty seconds since Angela had entered his house, but he could no longer bear parting from her. Taking long strides, he entered the dark foyer and locked the door behind him. He scanned the area looking for her. She was already on top of the stairs and was about to head to his room.
Gael couldn\'t walk up the stairs fast enough. Angela had just disappeared inside his bedroom when he reached the hallway, stopping the door from closing just in time. She gasped as he caught her by the arm and backed her up the door. He kissed her fervently, not giving her the chance to protest—though he was sure she craved for this—what with the way she helplessly clung around his neck, pulling him extremely close that their chests pressed together.
"You, my Angel...are a very naughty girl," he said with a rough voice. Running his nose along her jawline and then down to her neck, he nibbled her skin, making her grip his shoulders. "That was reckless...and dangerous… What am I gonna do with you?"
Goosebumps dotted her skin because of his voice that sounded so erotic. His hands slid past down her ass, fingering the hem of her dress. "Mmm… Anything you want."
He hiked up her dress, exposing her underwear, then he pressed his erection against her apex. "Are you sure?" he asked, his lips making their way down the top of her breasts. "There\'s no going back now, Angel…once we cross that line."
"Gael…" she whispered in a tremulous voice. "Don\'t you think we\'re long past that line? Mm…" She bit her bottom lip when he cupped her left tit and licked it through the fabric. "I want all of you." His kisses that trailed shots of current on its wake made her wish he was kissing her down there—but he was on his way up again instead.
"You\'ll have all of me, baby." He licked the shell of her ear then nibbled her lobe, his fingers teasing the front of her soaking panties. "I\'m gonna fûck you so hard all night until you beg me to stop."
Angela moaned, very much thrilled because of his warning, his fingers stroking her through the silk—she swore she\'d come right away if he kept at it. "Is...that...a promise?" she countered.
A sexy, dark chuckle came out of him. Gael reached for the back of her dress and unzipped her. "I always keep my word."
With that, he claimed her lips once again, and their tongues dueled—neither of them backing down. He tugged her dress off her until they fell on the floor, leaving her only with a set of black lace bra and underwear. Then he skillfully unclasped the bra with one hand and tossed it to the side.
Gael lifted Angela, her legs instantaneously wrapping around him, and he set her on top of the dresser next to them. An empty vase toppled off of it and crashed onto the floor, but neither cared.
She breathed heavily, feeling his butterfly kisses from her neck down to her tits, licking and tugging the erect nipples. "I love these. They\'re mine."
"Yes," she panted.
"You\'re wearing too many clothes." He groaned, hooking his thumbs through the waistband of her underwear, shimmying it down her legs, and then slipping it into his back pocket.
Angela lightly chuckled at his complaint. "Says the man who\'s still fully clothed." Her hands trembled as she clumsily loosened his tie. Angela felt so vulnerable without clothes on, and only her heels were left while Gael was still stupidly covered.
The panty thief mischievously grinned, his fingers gliding up her groin, finding her drenched. "You\'re wet for me, Angel…"
"I—" She swallowed the rest of her words, gasping and clutching the collars of his shirt as he slid two fingers inside her heat.
"I want to hear your sweet moans, baby." He brushed his hand to the back of her head, lightly tugging her hair backward so that her chin was raised and their eyes were locked. "Tell me what you want."
"Ah… Gael…. Please…"
"Please what?" he asked in a husky voice, his fingers still torturing her with the slow pace.
"I...want...need...to...come—"
Gael brushed his thumb against her clît, and that was all it took for Angela to scream his name as waves of pleasure washed over her. He kissed her hard while she rode out her orgasm, coming all over his hand.
When she loosened her grasp of his shirt, he pulled away, stepping back to admire the beautiful glow on her face under the moonshine that\'s coming through the window—their only source of light.
Without breaking their eye contact, he sucked his fingers dry from her juices. She tasted sweet, just like how he remembered. Holding the knot of his already loosened tie, he yanked it off and tossed it away. Then he undid the buttons of his shirt and cuffs but left his shirt on as he unbuckled his belt.
Angela, who was still relishing the heavenly release she had not too long ago, ran her tongue along her lips. The way he was slowly stripping his clothes in front of her was so sexy that all her eyes could do was follow his every move as she anticipated what would happen once they\'re all off him. She needed a brilliant fûck, and there was no doubt Gael would give it to her tonight.