Page 75 of Family Bonds- Gabriela & Luca

When his hips lifted without thought, hopefully not gagging her, he realized he had no control over his body.

No thoughts either and that was probably for the best.

The sheets were moving now, almost flapping with the bobbing of her head.

He closed his eyes. If he watched that he’d be popping off faster than he wanted to.

But then her hand grabbed his balls and pulled down, not painful, but not exactly pleasant either. At least not the first time, but the second, fuck. What the hell was she doing? He just went from five to nine with that move.

His fist gripped the pillow under his head as he held on for a ride he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay on.

She didn’t appear to be tapping the brake either.

“Gabriela.” No answer and she only worked faster. “Gabriela!” he snapped out.

The sheets lifted again. “Do you or don’t you want me to stop?”

“Is this a trick question?”

“That’s what I thought.” She yanked the covers over her head, but he heard her muffled voice under them, “Let me work in peace.”

That was more than answer enough for him.

She went right back to what she was doing, and when she sucked hard that time, encompassing his entire dick, he was pretty sure his eyes crossed.

The covers were flapping faster now, shit, any more they might take off in flight.

He had to close his eyes. There was just no way he could keep them open while she did this.

But then her other hand wrapped around him while she moved her mouth up and down. At least that was what he was envisioning, but he wasn’t positive at this point of anything other than there was wet tight pressure.

The best kind of pressure a man could get.

And it was building.

Climbing high.

A geyser ready to blow.

He should warn her, but he didn’t want to tick her off again.

And then there was no warning. Nothing at all.

He was coming, and he was all but shouting out his release, his fists cramping in his palms as he held on.

She wasn’t stopping, she wasn’t letting up.

She was taking everything he had to give, which was a lot more than he thought after the past thirty-six hours.

Finally, the covers flung back, she sat on his thighs and laughed.

“Man, you look wrecked.”

His eyes popped open. “Give me a second to catch my breath.”

“I’m pretty damn proud of myself there. I thought you were going to fight me.”

“You’ve warned me before that you’d still win.”