After My Death, My Husband Who Threw Me Into the Hunting Grounds Went Insane novel Chapter 120

AUDREY

Gabriel's hands slipped his hands on my thighs, then the next thing I felt, I was lifted from the couch, and my legs around his waist without breaking the delicious kiss, utterly taking control. He gently nipped my mouth with his teeth then sucked me in his.

Gabriel walked us to the bed and tossed me on the bed, but I sprang instantly and pulled him with me, then I rolled over him, so I was on top of him.

 "I will do it this time," I said. "At least, a little of what I can do."

He chuckled in amusement. "Alright, let's what you've got."

Hastily, I started unbuttoning his white dress shirt, but then he caught my hand.

"Are you really sure about this, Audrey? We don't have to." There was a frown across his eyebrows.

"I'm sure." I lowered my head on the curve of his neck, and I began kissing him, running my tongue on his skin, just how he did it on me. He breathed heavily, groaning, and his hands moving all over me, and couldn't get enough. 

Gabriel then tried to slip his hand on my jeans and started unzipping me, so I sat on the top of his crotch, feeling his already hard nine-inch cock, then stripped myself. He held my gaze with his enigmatic grey eyes. I couldn't read his expression either. 

I let my brassiere fall off, exposing my bare torso in front of him. 

He breathed hard. "Beautiful…" he whispers hoarsely. He reached for my body and gently palmed my breasts. "You're so perfect."

I lowered myself again and kissed his mouth.

He smelled of his usual musk and spicy, earthy perfume as I was savoring him. As I couldn't get enough, I slowly trailed down his pectorals and took one of his nipples with haste as if a starving tigress he'd once referred me. Maybe I really was.

It comes to him; I was a tigress. I ran my tongue all over his ample chest, then I moved to his other nipple. His hands caressed me all over, unsure where to hold.

He groaned at my every assault. I was sure I was not the first who did this because hell, he's got a demigod body; any woman would desire him in bed, but I felt so powerful hearing and watching his face writhing in pleasure. 

"What are you doing to me?" he asks gravelly. "You drive me crazy."

I didn't answer, then moved down his stomach, his chiseled abs that we're made to feed my eyes, kissing each bump and caressing him with my fingertips, and as I was still not finished, I went down his navel, down to his still concealed erection.

"Let me taste you again here."

He groaned. "You're going to be the death of me. Come here now, Audrey. Let me do it."

I beamed sweetly at him, completely satisfied at his reaction. "I'm not done yet." Briskly, I pulled down his sports shorts and boxers, and his thick cock sprang free.

My mouth parted at the sight of his massiveness again. I had taken him once in my mouth, but I still wasn't sure if I could take his size. I didn't want him waiting, so I covered his cock with my hand and moved it up and down. 

 I dropped my head on his shaft and darted my tongue around his tip.

"Fuck! I should be the one indulging you…" Gently, he clutched a handful of my hair. "Slowly… Audrey…"

I listened to his request and swirled my tongue on the head, but I wasn't contented with my act. I cupped balls in my hands and massaged him—softly but aggressively. He tugged my hair, begging me to take more of him. 

Smiling, I look sped up at his tortured face, and I sped up my rhythm—bobbing my head on every inch of his cock up and down.

"Fuck! Your mouth feels so good…" his voice was strained.

I went on sliding my mouth all the way—not stopping until his tip touched my throat.

"I'll come in your mouth like this, Audrey," he warned softly. I loved how he always thought of what I'd feel and want. He's always been thoughtful, but I knew pretty much that I turned him on like this, and I wanted to give it all to him. He had done so much for me.

 I gripped his knees and sucked him faster, and his cock began throbbing in my mouth. He was pulsating, tightening, and as he heaved out a breath, I felt warm spurts slip down my throat. As usual, he tasted salty and sweet and thick. I loved how he tasted.

The expression on his happy face was my joy. I was even more turned on and eager for more than I'd ever been before.

"My turn," he whispers, and swiftly, he rolled on top of me and pressed his lips against mine. "That was fucking perfect, just like you are."

He grabbed my waist with haste and pulled me down to him. His erection poked on my slit that never had a man in my life. 

"I love you, Gabriel," I muttered. "I love you so much."

"And I am too much more than you know. My sweet, sweet, angel…" he whispered back. In one full, final stroke, he slammed into me.

"Ohh…" I moaned, finally in pleasure, as the tip of his cock hit my very spot, and the pain was slowly fading. 

Gabriel and I were finally one. He was mine now, and I was his. I closed my eyes as I finally savored how he felt so full of him inside me. He went on with a slow, gentle stroke in my womb. 

"My darling angel, you're so tight." He groaned and continued 

After a few seconds, I felt no more pain, and then the pleasure intensified as his pace went faster. 

Damn! I felt incredible. His cock was driving me crazy and felt so erotic as I watched my pussy being filled in and out by his nine-inch. I was utterly turned on.

"Gabriel, I need more now, please!" I screamed as every pleasure a woman could take was building inside me. His hips jerked harder and continued a steady, rhythmic pace as he pounded into me relentlessly, and grunting as pleasure took him as well.

"Ahhh!" I reached up and grabbed his hair as shaft had fully taken me, and it's as if I'd never get tired of him making love to me—fucking me. I felt like I'd always want more. 

I shut my eyes and held on to his arms, and he whispered, "So fucking good" in my ears. Tiny bolts of tremors started building inside of me. His rhythm went quicker. He must've felt it too.

"Gabe… I'm… I'm about to…" With his movements, it was challenging to think and talk. "I'm going to come."

"Let go, angel," he whispered and softly pressed a kiss on my shoulder. "Let go."

"Gabrieeeeel…" I moaned his name as my climax wrecked its way through my body. I screamed, and he went on even harder, reaching for his own release.

He collapsed on top of me, skin to skin, and sweat for sweat, for a long time. His cock was still inside of me. A few moments later, he cleared his throat. "I changed my mind about the ‘moving in' thing." He buried his face on my neck. "I think you should marry me."

My arms automatically wrapped around his neck, and I shoved my fingers on his wet hair—damp with his sweat. I couldn't think of an answer because I wouldn't know if he was serious or only being carried by the current atmosphere. I'd always thought Gabriel was too fast and firm in making decisions, but I realized I couldn't imagine my life without him either.