Diavolo Ch 03 - Sex Stories

Diavolo Ch 03

... despite her smile. Such a naughty boy. His eyes were so green and looked so striking with his tawny complexion and dark hair. Like a sexy pirate of old, Gabriel’s appeal robbed her of her common sense. She couldn’t believe she’d let him stick his tongue in her mouth…twice, and she’d…she’d mimicked his strange but inciting behavior. How wicked of her. Did people kiss like that all the time? When he’d left, he’d kissed her again, but achingly sweet. Her heart had thundered in her chest and her knees had wobbled. She wanted more…more of how he’d kissed her earlier, but he only feathered his strong wonderful lips over hers, leaving her throbbing and achy everywhere. The next picture wasn’t a picture at all, but a video. Abigail recognized Angelo and Ariel, but the other two men with guitars were strangers to her. Both had black hair. The big burly one’s locks reached just a bit past his shoulders. The man was huge with a pleasant face and light brown eyes. The other one was shorter and slim, but with a nice build. His hair was longer, coiled in tight curls that looked like dreads. His eyes were dark and his smile devilish. They were playing their music, a dark driving tune that made Abigail’s stomach flutter. Their music was very…sexual. There was no other way to describe it. It made Abigail feel things she’d never allowed herself to feel before. Gabriel held the microphone stand with two hands, his long legs spread, eyes piercing as his voice bewitched her. He poured his soul ...

... into the song, mesmerizing her. His voice was so powerful, his entire stance…so manly. This was the man who’d just kissed her senseless…the man who’d also seduced her sister. Abigail tapped furiously at the screen to stop the video. She was an idiot and felt disgusted with herself. God only knew what revolting things he’d done to Mikayla with that same mouth. The mere possibilities had her gagging. Uttering a curse for the first time in her life, she rushed back to her room. A cold shower was in order to rid her body of these immoral inclinations. *** Rob Zombie’s Demon Speeding blasted in his ears from the little Bluetooth speakers in his helmet. His hard-on had finally begun to wilt, but thinking of Abigail’s kisses didn’t let it fade completely. He hadn’t felt this excited since Mrs. Torin had felt him up when he was in high school. He used to mow her lawn. Afterwards, it was more than just her outside garden he tended to. Grinning, he shifted to a higher gear, his bike taking the sharp turn on the road beautifully. The night was crisp, the air cool, filling his jacket with a strong current that amped his senses. There was nothing like riding his Harley, topped only by Abigail’s kisses and performing onstage before thousands. If things worked out for them, he’d take her on their next tour. He wanted the world to see the classy chick he was dating now. Everyone thought musicians only dated trashy strippers and porn stars, but Gabriel would show them his tastes were more ...