"Gabe," she cried. "Gabe! Gabe! Too much. Please." And then she really was screaming his name. Loud and repeatedly. The only other word she could manage to scream was "fuck".
When her voice grew hoarse and eventually failed her, she comprehended he was chuckling at her insanity. "You need to practice some orgasm delaying techniques, Mel," he said. At least that's what she thought he said. Her ears were still ringing with her own screams. She fought to catch her breath, whimpering now, still consumed with pleasure, but too drained to scream anymore.
He reached between her legs to shut off the vibrator and allowed the chain to sway beneath her with each of his powerful thrusts. He pounded against her cervix with each plunge inward and popped that maddening device out of her clenching ass with each outward stroke. She couldn't decide which motion gave her more pleasure.
She clung to the sheets beneath her face and closed her eyes, her entire body quivering. His concentration absolute, he didn't seem close to finding his own release at all. Apparently, that cock ring of his assisted him with orgasm delay. She moaned as her pleasure began to rebuild. It felt so good. He felt so good. Filling her. Pressing deep. She rocked against him, encouraging his steady strokes.
And as if his powerful thrusts weren't enough, that little knob popping in and out of her slickened ass was driving her insane. He rested one hand on her ass to make sure it plunged into her at just the right angle. It teased her. Made her crave something larger inside there. Something thicker. Deeper. Made her think maybe she'd like him to fuck her there, too. Ram his huge, thick cock in her ass. Would it hurt? Would she be able to take it? Just thinking about it made her pussy tighten and her ass strain for increased stimulation. Soon she was coming again and screaming his name even louder. When the quaking of her body began to subside and only the occasional aftershock of pleasure pulsed through it, she lifted her face from the covers.
"Please, Gabe. I can't take anymore."
"Shh, baby. Almost. I'll try to hurry for you."
His fingers dug into her hips, and he fucked her harder. Harder. She rocked back to meet his thrusts, because despite what she said, she wanted more. More Gabe. More. More.
"More," she sputtered, rubbing her sweaty face over the mattress. "Oh yes, please more."
"That's it. Take all the pleasure I give you, baby. Take it."
He fisted his hand around the chain, yanking hard on her nipples and clit. Fuck. It hurt so good after all the pleasure he'd given her.
"Spank me," she pleaded.
He landed one hard smack on the cheek of her ass and sent her flying over the edge again. She clung to the bedclothes and let the pleasure wash over her. She didn't know if his name was echoing in her mind or if she was still screaming it aloud. One thing was for sure, she was unequivocally lost in the man and never wanted to be found again.
Chapter 10
Watching Melanie get off so hard excited Gabe almost as much as the feel of her pussy clenching around his plunging cock. He couldn't believe she was coming again. He'd heard of multi-orgasmic women-he'd even fucked a few-but this was ridiculous. Of course, it was his devices that had her so overwhelmed with pleasure that her body was drenched in sweat, her words had become incoherent, and she was drooling all over the bed.
He had honestly thought his perversion would turn her away. What kind of guy thought about how to make a woman come so much and so hard that he not only imagined devices to get the job done, but designed and made them? He'd expected her to head for the hills in terror when he'd told her about his unusual hobby. He was sure most women would have freaked the fuck out. It was probably why he'd told her in the first place. His way of driving her away. But Hell, if she was okay with it, he was more than eager to share it with her.
Seeing her mingling with the band had scared the ever-loving shit out of him. It had made her real. Not just some nice girl he could remember fondly while whiling away the long lonely hours on the tour bus. Not some girl he'd spent one night with, hoping for more. She wasn't some fantasy in his overactive imagination; she was real. And not just to him, but to everyone.
And . . . Not only had she not called him a freak for inventing sex toys, she seemed to be perfectly okay with his hobby. She'd not only screamed his name, she'd screamed in pure, bone-deep pleasure. And when the pleasure became too much, he'd showed her how a little pain made it even better and she'd fucking liked it so much she'd erupted with another orgasm. She was perfect. He wanted to use every prototype in his collection on her. Wanted her trembling with pleasure again and again and again. Wanted to fuck her every which way he'd ever imagined.