The Black Dahlia (Cartel Series #1) ✔️

72. I am yours | 18+

Gabriella

I drew him closer, my heart racing with every beat as our lips collided in a fervent kiss. His tongue found its way into my mouth, sparking a dance of passion and longing between us. In that moment, nothing else mattered as we battled for dominance, each craving the other's touch.

When we finally broke apart, gasping for air, I couldn't help but smile as I gazed into his eyes, feeling a rush of love and desire wash over me. With his arms still wrapped around me, I knew that in his embrace, I had found a love worth fighting for.

"Let's go to the room..." his words sent a thrill through me as he brushed his lips against mine. With a playful grin, he seized my hand and we dashed towards the elevator, his excitement contagious as I couldn't help but laugh at his impatience.

Inside the elevator, he wasted no time, pressing me against the wall as our lips met in a passionate embrace. The sound of the elevator's arrival interrupted us, but the fire between us only burned brighter.

As we entered the suite, his urgency intensified, pushing me against the nearest wall. His body molded against mine, igniting a hunger that consumed us both as our lips locked in a fervent kiss, each moment filled with an undeniable electricity that left me breathless and longing for more.

With a desperate longing consuming me, a whimper escaped my lips as he pulled back, leaving me yearning for more. His dark eyes held an intensity that ignited a fire within me, and I found myself unable to resist his commanding presence.

In the next instant, his hand slipped to the back of my head, urging me away from the wall with a firm grip.

"On your knees" he growled. I caught a glimpse of uncertainty in his eyes as if he wasn't sure if I will obey his command. But where he was concerned, my body was his to do with.

As I lowered to my knees, my gaze never leaving his, I felt his fingers tighten in my hair, a silent affirmation of his control over me.
"Take out my còck so I could claim your mouth and after that I'm going to fuck that pussy, my pussy" he growled roughly. His rough growl sent a thrill through me as he spoke of claiming me, igniting a primal desire that pulsed between us.

As my trembling fingers worked to unbuckle him and release his arousal, anticipation coursed through me, matching the hunger in his eyes. With a flick of my tongue over my lips, I revealed his thick length, feeling the heat of desire building between us.

But I wasn't the only one craving in that moment. As he pulled me forward, urgency driving us both, I eagerly took him into my mouth, feeling the delicious weight of him filling me completely. The initial gag reflex subsided with each determined swallow, my throat accommodating his size as he held me firmly, guiding me into a rhythm that left us both breathless.

Despite the struggle to breathe around him, the sensation of him deep within me was intoxicating, a primal connection between us that transcended words. With each thrust, he reminded me of my purpose,
"your mouth is made for me, just like you "he said his words igniting a fire within me as I surrendered completely to his desires

In that moment, with his cock in my mouth, I knew that he was more than just a craving-he was my favorite addiction, a taste of pleasure that left me craving more with every delicious moment.

"Enough" he pulled out of my mouth and replaced his còck with his thumb. I closed my lips around it and sucked on it. He watched with hooded gaze as I grabbed his còck, wrapping my fingers around his thickness and gave him a few strokes. A drop of clear liquid gathered at the tip of his hard length. I slipped my hand and grabbed his balls. His eyes shone with just as I gave them a gentle squeeze. His length bobbed in front of my face and a vein throbbed in his hard còck, making me want to take his còck in my mouth again.