Tommy Gabrini 3: Grace Under Fire (The Gabrini Men Series) Read Free Page B

igniting her
passion to the highest degree, as if his tongue was fire itself.
    He
felt as if he was on fire too as he parted her slit and gave her long, loving
licks, shorter ones, then longer and longer licks.   It used to be a time when he couldn’t go a
week without getting that urge to have a woman beneath him.   Now, with Grace, he could barely go a
day.   Because all he had to do was think
about her taste, and he’d start craving her again.   No other woman had ever turned him on the way
Grace did.   But she definitely turned him
on.
    They
stayed this way, in this state of bliss, for minutes on end.   He sucked her, and started eating her, until
her wet pussy was throbbing uncontrollably.   He ate her so deep down that he almost ejaculated from the
intoxicatingly sensuality of her taste alone.   And he couldn’t continue this way.   Not a moment longer.   He had to
get inside of her and he had to do it now.
    He
moved back on top of her.   He started
sucking those juicy, already ravaged breasts of hers as he guided his stiff,
fully aroused penis to her wet slit.   And
then, with a shove-in that lifted her half off of the bed, he pushed deep
inside of her.
    It
felt like a sudden rush of fullness for Grace as his big dick entered her.   And when he started to move through the
tightness and the friction that was her womanhood, she felt an overwhelming
sense of joy.   Tommy Gabrini was fucking
her.   This masterful man was laying it on
her with a skill she was certain few men could match.   And he was hers.   She wrapped her arms around his back.   She held onto him as he pumped his ass
off.   She held onto him as he did her
with a fervency no other man could even emulate.   Nobody could do it better.
    Tommy
held onto her, too, as he fucked her.   His naked body was pushing against hers harder and harder as his dick
buried itself deeper and deeper inside of her.   And it felt good immediately.   They were already at that place of intensity.   It was so intense, so unbelievably beautiful,
that all he could do was experience it raw and sensually, and relax in the
experience.   He removed his mouth from
her wet breasts, and continued to pump her and pump her hard.
    He
looked at her as he fucked her.   She had
the prettiest smooth brown skin, the sweetest bright white smile, the most
sincere eyes he’d ever seen.   And she was
his.   Somehow that mattered to him above
anything else.   She belonged to him.   She was the only woman alive on which he’d
ever staked a claim.   He’d had many other
women, but they were always one of many others.   But Grace was his one and only.   Grace was his and he was hers as surely as the breath in his body.   And he fucked her with that level of
undeniable love and passion, as if he was determined to make certain she
understood just what she meant to him.
    And
she did understand it.   In the bedroom,
she loved his possessiveness.   She wasn’t
crazy about it outside of the bedroom, and often told him so, but she loved it
here.   That was why, when she began to
climax, her orgasm was so extreme.   It
wasn’t just that she was cumming.   It was
because Tommy Gabrini was the one who was making her cum.   It was because Tommy was pumping on her so
hard, and was dick-whipping her so decisively, that she couldn’t help but feel
his possessiveness with every spasm her body endured.
    “That’s
right,” he was saying as she came.   “Let
it out, baby.   Feel that rod massaging
you and let it out!   Don’t hold
back.   Let it out, baby, let it out!”
    Grace
was arching now, and having severe spasms now, as the sensations wouldn’t let
her lay still.   And Tommy kept pumping
her, causing her to continue to climax with rolling orgasms, until her vagina
muscles clamped down so tightly around his rod that he came too.
    He
came with an eruption of feelings, with such an explosion of sensations that it
caused the veins in his neck, his arms, his penis