Diavolo Ch 07 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 07

... like the other kids at the prissy private schools his grandmother made him attend. Gabe looked dangerous and rebellious, though he’d been far from it. The girls like dangerous and rebellious. Liked knowing they were messing around with something utterly forbidden by their parents. It was a turn on. He’d spent hours at Ariel’s place watching porn on the web, learning how to make a girl come exquisitely. Before he’d actually had the nerve to penetrate his first pussy, he’d been a master at fingering and using his mouth to make them squeal. Abigail waited for his answer, pain in her eyes. “I just want you, Abby. If I have to wait,” he shrugged, “I’ll wait.” She licked her lips, her cheeks going a little pink now. “But I already told you. I can’t—“ He kissed her then. Swooped down and covered her sweet mouth with his to keep from begging her to marry him. Not yet, damn-it. It was too soon. He was thinking with his dick not with his head. His heart was still trying to resist, fearful of getting hurt. She’d supposedly loved Daniel not that long ago. What if she still pined away for him? He was not marrying a woman who’d think of another man when he finally bedded her. Just thinking about it now made him want to break something. “Ouch!" She gasped, rearing back away from his rough kiss, her lips red and swollen. Reaching up, he gripped her jaw with one hand. “Why did you ask me who put you to bed?” he snapped. Her eyes widened and her jaw dropped, face going first white and then ...

... scarlet. “Fuck, Abigail. Don’t lie to me. What happened?” “N-nothing, I swear,” she replied in a squeaky voice. “Did he touch you inappropriately?” Gabriel swore. Michael was a pervert, used to easy girls and getting his way as well, but, fuck, Abby had been mindlessly drunk. He’d kill the man if he did anything to her. “Gabriel, please,” she said gripping his wrist to pull his hand away. “You’re hurting me.” He loosened his hold but didn’t let her go. She turned her face and broke free anyway and looked up at him with frightened eyes. He took a calming breath, realizing he was scaring her. He’d also left the mark of his fingers on her delicate cheeks. “Baby, it’s not your fault. I just want to know. God! I didn’t touch you at all last night even though you were crawling all over me, begging—“ At her chagrined look, he stopped that line of thought. “Just tell me why you flush so red every time I ask you what happened last night.” Abigail licked her lips, her gaze darting everywhere but at his face. “Abby,” he snapped again, making her jump. Softening his tone once more, he pleaded, “Please?” “I don’t remember anything. I just woke up this morning in my bed,” she replied. “What else? What aren’t you telling me, Abigail?” She tried to turn her face from him, but he leaned down and got within inches of her nose. “Tell. Me.” She began to tremble, her hand coming up to cup her throat. “I…I only had my panties on,” she whispered. He closed his eyes, trying to keep himself from ...