I'm Your Enemy (Gilbert Blythe X OC)

I Need You

⚠️TW: Sexual content⚠️

Yesterday was hard. Very hard. Seeing Mr. Hawks being lowered away from me was a feeling that I knew well since my parents' death. I just needed something to make me forget. To make me feel good. And that's why I'm am being fucked to oblivion by this man. Gilbert knows how to pleasure a lady, that's for sure. He's doing a very good job at it right now. I think he knows that himself by how loud I'm being. But, I want to test my own abilities to pleasure a man. 

His fingers pump in and out of my wetness as he circles his tongue over my clit. My back arches on the uncomfortable seat. I never thought I'd be the type of girl to have sex in a carriage, but here we are. Thank god the coachman is on the outside of the carriage. 

"Oh my god, Gilbert." I let out in a breath. I bite down on my knuckles, trying to contain a scream. Gilbert reaches up and feasts on my neck and jaw, regularly slithering a bit lower to bite down on my breasts. He knows what he's doing. No questions asked there. His pumping slows and he slips his fingers out of me. Everything that went from my pussy to his fingers are then licked by him. Just the sight of him alone almost makes me fly over the edge.

I lean closer to him, kissing his smooth lips as I untie his belt. His tongue is heavenly against my own. I throw the belt on the floor, not even taking another second before I pull his dick out and bob my hand up and down the length of it. With his lips still attached to mine, I bring up the speed of my hand making him groan. I pull away from his mouth and position myself low in front of his hardened dick. I prepare myself to put put him down my throat. Like I said, I want to test my own abilities to pleasure a man. With a soft moan from my lips, I lick up his length before inserting him into my mouth.

Bobbing my head, I feel his tip graze the back of my throat which encourages me to go even deeper. It's to the point where I can't breathe, but I still take him down my throat until I know I can no more. "Fuck." I hear his words as smooth s it can be. The victorious feeling that jumps up inside me when I hear his groans coming out of pleasure from my work, motivate me to want to make him finish right in my throat. 

I look up into his eyes before slamming him deep inside me. I gag, but hold on, not breaking my eye contact with him. And I have convinced myself that he won't leave my throat before he's drained. 

"Jesus Christ, Florence." He scrunches his brows together, feeling himself come close. He looks up at the ceiling and bites down on his lip. Finally I feel him release his fluids into my mouth. He lets out a deep groan and I find myself swallowing. I separate my mouth from his dick and look up to see his expression. He leans against the wall, taking deep breaths as he calms himself down.

Gilbert's POV.

She sits beside me on the carriage seat as I still try to find the right words to describe the feeling that would be best to express how she made me feel. Both physically and mentally. "Are you okay?" She asks. I look down from the ceiling at her. Her chest rises up and down quickly, telling me that she truly did put a lot of energy into her actions.

"I'm fine, Love. Perfect."

***

I stand behind Florence as she knocks on the door of the Barrys' home. She's been nervous for this, but it's time she took are of it. Someone comes to the door. I look up to find Mrs. Barry with a shocked expression on her face. 

"What are you doing here?" She looks down at Florence

"Right. Straight to the point. I want my money." Florence says in a calm tone, making the woman's eyes widen. I try hard to make my smile not show.

"Pardon me?"

"My money." Florence says slower as if she were talking to a three-year-old child who had just began to understand words. "You know, the money that my parents left me and you didn't bother to tell me about. The money you've been hiding from me ever since I came back to Avonlea. Does it ring a bell?" She asks the lady. Mrs. Barry swallows hard before answering dryly.

"I know not of what you are speaking about." She says formally. 

"Oh yes, you do."

"I don't have your money." The woman spat out her words irritated. 

"Then get ready for a big, fat lawsuit." 

I can't help but get extremely turned on by the way she speaks her mind. No regret in her voice when she brings up the lawsuit. The confidence in which she speaks like a woman who owns the world. 

"You wouldn't do that. You would't dare do that." Mrs. Barry's eyes widened when she simply heard the word 'lawsuit'.

"Just watch." Florence walks back to the carriage, knowing well that she isn't going to get her money back. Not like this, at least. Unbothered, she opens the door and takes a seat.

"That was weirdly attractive." I confess when I walk into the carriage. She chuckles and leans her head down on my shoulder. "Are you ready to got to Charlottetown?" I ask her.

She looks back up at me. "I don't want to leave you." She whispers. I nod in understanding. 

"Maybe it's just good to have a little time away from everyone. Look at the bright side, You'll stay with Cole, and you'll come back for Christmas." I tell her, trying to sugar-coat the situation a little. She nods smiling, and I tell her softly. "I love you."