Clairessa’s POV
Gabriel’s tongue gave my slit one last slow, teasing lick, his mouth lingering on my c**t just long enough to send a jolt of pleasure through me.
Then he pulled away, leaving me aching and desperate for more.
I winced in frustration, already on all fours, my knees pressing into the sheets.
His hands gripped my waist—firm, possessive—positioning me exactly how he wanted me.
His c**k rubbed against my entrance, teasing, coating himself in my wetness.
Then—he drove into me.
Hard. Deep.
A soft cry escaped my lips as my body shook from the impact, my fingers clutching the sheets as the sting of his intrusion melted into raw pleasure.
He stretched me open.
The pressure, the sheer size of him, sent a shudder through my body.
“You're so tight… so wet
