My Best Friend

THREE <3

A common thing for me to do when I felt hurt was to go to Gabe, but since he was the one hurting me, I saw not the point. I huddled in my bed after a long bath and pulled the covers over my head. A knock sounded on my door after about fifteen minutes. The person entered and locked the door behind them, I rose in my bed ready to scream when I saw it was only Gabe.

(What more do you want from me?) I asked dejectedly.

(I want you.) He said on a whisper. He came over on the bed and hugged me. His breath smelt minty and he smelt like Axe, freshly bathed man and felt clean. He brushed his lips over mine and waited for my response. I took his bottom lip between mine and sucked. Gabe's hips bucked slightly and he groaned and shoved his tongue into my mouth where they tangoed like two idiots. Gabe's fingers dug into my hips as he rolled me beneath him. He broke the kiss and brought my nighty over my head and stared at my boobs like he wanted to gobble them up, he then ripped my panties off. (Ouch, Gabe!) I screeched and hit him on the shoulder. His eyes roamed my body and I frowned and flung an arm over my breasts and covered my giney with my other palm. He smirked and removed my hands and tied them to the bed post with my head band from the floor. He grinned at my struggling and flipped me on my belly, he propped a pillow under my belly and I heard shuffling and weight dipping in the bed. When he returned, he came and grabbed my bum. He landed a loud smack on both my cheeks, I wiggled and cried out then he began to massage my bum his fingers getting so close and smacked me again repeating the process.

(You're mine Zidan, mine.) He said heatedly, (say it, say you're mine)

(I'm yours Gabe.)

(Tell me you're mine Zid.)

(I'm yours,Gabe, all yours.) I said breathlessly, his tip was placed at my entrance prodding me. I throbbed and felt like electric current ran through my veins. I wiggled my bum to get him in more, but he smacked my butt cheek, I rotated my hips at that and whined. Gabe pushed all the way in on a long, hard thrust. I cried out and bucked my hips. (Who owns you?) His raspy voice asked. (You do.) My barely there voice responded. His deep, fast, hard thrusts had me arching my already raised hips in time with his rhythm. I felt the familiar pressure build up as he pounded me, (Come for your man.) He hissed. I bucked and cried out his name on a sob. He rolled us over so we were on our sides with him tucked firmly inside me. He drew up the covers over us and hugged me to his golden chest.