Forgiving Gia (Rocker Series Book 2) by Gina Whitney

better than any cat putting that kitty where he wanted it—his face. No matter how high I arched my body, or how much I leaned back on my forearms as he instructed, I couldn’t quite reach him.
    “I’ll tell you what. You lean over. Meet me halfway,” I demanded back. I was not going to lose.
    He growled and I could tell my scent enticed him. “Push that sweet pussy into my face. If you can’t, I will find some other kind of torture,” he threatened as he leaned down, pressing his face into me.
    “I’ve missed you.” He stuck his tongue deep in me twirling it. Christ, he was circling my hole with his skilled tongue. “Mine,” he rumbled. I didn’t know if it was his wet pussy-kisses or my own juices running down my leg, but it felt cool like menthol. I shuddered hard and he chuckled. “Turn over and spread yourself to me. Let me see my cunt. I want to eat what’s mine.”
    He smacked my ass hard enough to leave his print.
    “Ow.” I flinched.
    “Ah ah ah…no words, baby girl, unless I ask for them.” He waited patiently until I turned over, baring my pussy to him with my ass perched high in the air.
    In position with my hands pulling my thighs back wide, I submitted and closed my eyes. God, I knew what was next. I relished it. And also despised it. I would be slowly tortured with that gorgeous, pierced cock of his. At that thought, a trickle was released. That did not go unnoticed, either. I was met with a raised eyebrow and decadent smile. Oh, fuck. My eyes betrayed me with a spark of passion. My pussy betrayed me, as I didn’t have control of that anymore as well. I controlled nothing in the situation. Only my willingness to submit. The caveman controlled my body. It no longer belonged to me. Truly, beauty being owned by the beast!
    “Open your eyes, Beauty,” he spoke gravely while stroking his shaft. My eyes focused on that bead of pre-cum winking at me. So close but yet so far. I licked my lips in anticipation. “You miss this baby?” He slapped my pussy lips with his hefty cock. I jumped instinctually, bracing for insertion. No such luck. However, I did know how hungry he was for me. He was solely focused on my pussy. Reaching down to capture the smell of my juices, his eyes closed as if it were nirvana.
     

 
    Nirvana. Fucking Nirvana. Her pussy was my kryptonite. My sunshine. My happiness. My world. And mine . I had a fine thread holding me to reality. She bared herself to me. Told me her truth. It fucking gutted me. I fought not to go berserk. Rage consumed every ounce of my body. Appearing to be calm wasn’t easy. Not at all. But I didn’t want to scare her. I wanted all her truths. The good, bad, and ugly. She’d been through enough in her short life. Fresh in my mind was her recent attempt on her life. A life that up until that moment I never realized I needed to sustain my own. She was my sustenance. Beauty didn’t have a clue just how true it was. She would come to understand fully in the coming days…months. I would make it up to her. That promise was my truth.
    “Do you want this, baby girl? You may answer.” I pussy slapped her with my cock.
    She jumped, eliciting a trickle of wetness. Her pussy was a thousand glistening diamonds. My eyes’ were held hostage in delight. My patience was threadbare. I wasn’t entirely positive I could or even wanted to deny either of us any longer. What I really wanted was to take her hard. Fuck my frustration. Fuck my anger…fuck my happiness out on her. I owed her more, though. However, I needed to do right by Beauty. She not only needed Abel the Dom. She needed Abel the man.
    “Yes, desperately,” she uttered solemnly and squeezed her legs, reassuring her grip. I saw how tightly she was wound. No one knew better than me.
    I leaned the head of my cock to line it up perfectly with the door to my nirvana. Fuck it! I was so rock-hard I didn’t need to hold it anymore. It pointed to where it wanted to be. I poked her hole with my Prince