Rush: Part One & Two (The Pitstop Series Book 3)

Valentina’s tongue slips into my mouth, making a groan leave me. She smiles like she always does when I let her know just how much I’m under her control. I do my best not to chuckle at her proud grin and focus on her demand. Val wants it rough, and I’m going to give my woman everything she desires, starting by removing those tight yoga pants that hug her ass way too perfectly. She watches me as I bring them to her ankles, my eyes shifting to her drenched panties. Fuck.

“Did I not tell you to be rough?” she asks, and I cock an eyebrow.

“You don’t like it when I tease you?” I challenge, smirking at her as I run the tips of my fingers up her thighs, watching goosebumps appear in their wake. She’s just as horny for me as I am for her, and I love it.

“Why am I even still in my underwear?” Valentina challenges back.

I narrow my eyes slightly, tilting my head as my gaze drops back to her panties. I want them gone, need them so far away from her body, it makes me ache. But I love teasing her. I love watching her squirm a little as I run my hands over the sensitive skin near her pussy. My index finger slips down the curve between her thigh and mound, and if I go a bit lower… there it is. Her whole body trembles from my touch.

“Patience, chérie,” I whisper, running my fingers over the smooth skin on her stomach now. “I need you wet for me, for my cock,” I say, but she lets out a whimper of complaint.

“I already am,” she says, and I lean my head down.

“Not enough.”

My mouth trails kisses and bites along the inside of her leg, making her press her soft thighs against my ears. She’s trying to ease her ache, but I won’t let her. That’s my job.

“A little longer,” I say, leaving wet kisses along the same curve I traced a moment ago.

Val moans, making my already hard cock unbearably so. It’s begging me to hurry up, to slip inside of her, but my brain is still in charge, and it’s focusing on her hard nipples right now. They’re still covered by her bra, irritating me.NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“Arch your back for me, baby,” I command, and she does as she’s told. “That’s my girl,” I praise as I remove the ridiculous fabric, which does nothing to contain her breasts.

Once they’re free from their containment, I don’t waste a single second. I wrap my mouth around her left nipple, sucking so hard, she cries out from pleasure instantly.

“Fuck,” she groans, her hand moving onto my arm.

Her nails dig into my bicep as I massage her tit, flicking my tongue over the ache I created a moment ago. Valentina rolls her hips against me, trying to bring my throbbing groin against her swollen clit.

“Not yet,” I say and push her hips down, moving over to her right nipple and paying the same attention to it. God, she tastes so sweet, like candy. I need more of her, need my mouth to be everywhere on her body at once.

I curl my fingers around the thin waistband of her thong and rip it off her body. Valentina gasps, but I don’t give her mind time to linger on the broken fabric before I press my mouth to her swollen clit, groaning against it.

“Gabriel,” she moans, and it takes all of my willpower to pull away again.

I’m not nearly done tasting her, but that’s not what Val wants right now. She wants me to be rough, and I’ve teased her for long enough. Not to mention, I’m going to go crazy if her walls aren’t wrapped around me soon.

I stand up straight, taking in the sight of her completely naked in front of me, her curves perfectly on display. My already hard dick press against my jeans, and I suck in another sharp breath. My thumbs trail over her hard nipples, circling them until she rolls her head from pleasure. I place a soft slap on her left one, trying to see how she reacts first before I keep going.

“Shit,” she gasps, biting her bottom lip. “That felt…” Val trails off, a satisfied, little moan leaving her. Fuck, that sound gets under my skin, lighting me on fire.

“I know, baby,” I reply before kissing her.

Desire takes over completely, and I pull Val close to me by her ankles, flipping her around until she’s on her stomach.

“Oh,” she says and giggles.

My fingers move to her hips, guiding her ass upward and toward my throbbing groin. I run my palms over her skin before slapping her right ass cheek and leaning down to flick my tongue over the ache. She bucks against me, a soft moan leaving her.

“You like that, don’t you, chérie?” I ask, repeating the same action again, this time on the left side.

“Fuck,” she whimpers, grinding her ass against my cock again. “Please, Gabriel, no more teasing,” she begs while I rub my hands over her round ass, squeezing and kneading it until I’m satisfied. “Please,” Val repeats when I don’t move, and I’m ready to hand her the fucking world, heaven, and hell.

I unzip my pants and slide them down just enough for my erection to be free of the uncomfortable containment. A sharp groan leaves me as I roll the condom down my aching cock, the need to fill her taking over.

I trail my hand down her spine, watching goosebumps spread over her skin everywhere my fingers touch. I keep going until I reach the back of her neck, guiding her into an upright position.

“I’m fucking you from behind, ma chérie, so I need you to do something for me,” I start and bring my index finger to her clit, rubbing tight circles that make her moan.

“Anything,” she replies and grabs onto my wrist to keep my hand right where it is on her pussy.

“Keep saying my name. Remember whose dick is pleasuring you, baby.” Valentina nods, more moans leaving her as she grinds herself against me.

I spread her legs wider, replacing my finger with my cock and gliding it back and forth. She’s so wet for me, it almost makes me explode right then and there.

“Gabriel!” she screams, and I smirk to myself. Fuck, I need to hear it again.

I align myself with her entrance, anticipation spreading through me like wildfire. The thrill of being with Val takes over, and I slam into her, holding her against my chest while she moans my name again.

My lips brush over the shell of her ear before I bite down on the lobe, making her tense. The feeling of her wrapped around my cock lights me on fire everywhere. Every inch of me is burning from the heat she’s responsible for, and it’s weighing heavy on me in the best way possible. God, she feels too fucking good.

“You were made for me,” I whisper into her ear, moving on to suck on her soft spot.

A whimper escapes her lips as I cup her breasts and squeeze her hard, perfect nipples.

“And you for me,” she replies, breathless and in pleasure.

“Yes, I was, only for you.”

I guide her chest back onto the mattress, keeping her ass in place to stay inside her without moving for a moment longer. Then, once Val has spread out her arms and tilted her head to the side, I slide back out, thrusting inside harder than I ever have before. She grips the sheets, repeating my name over and over as I create a friction that makes us weak. This position allows me to go deeper, something both of us are enjoying. I slap her ass once again, her body trembling in response.

“Merde,” she moans, and I can’t help the smirk on my face.

I’m pleasuring her to the point where she switches to her mother tongue. The thought makes me go harder and faster, smacking her ass every once in a while to hear that same whimpering-surprised sound again. It surprises her that she likes it so much.

“You look so good wrapped around my cock like this, chérie,” I say, slamming inside of her with another hard thrust.

The orgasm builds in my erection, slowly spreading through me, letting me know I’m close, way too fucking close. I push it down, for now, focusing on getting Val to her personal heaven before I let mine take over completely. My body is consumed by pleasure, thriving off it now like it would adrenalin.

“Gabriel, I’m gonna—fuck—oh fuck,” she says in French, and I lift her up once more so my chest presses against her back.

“I know, ma chérie. I’ve got you,” I say, my movements never stopping.

Val falls apart, her body shaking from the orgasm as she screams for me. I keep pushing inside of her, my own moans filling the room. She turns her head to me, claiming my lips with hers and sending me straight over the edge she brought me to in the first place. My whole body tenses as the build-up in my cock finally releases, my thrusts slowing as it pulsates, and I finally spill into the condom inside of her.

For the briefest moment, I feel invincible as my whole body is consumed by the feeling of relief. Relief both because the tension has dissolved within me and because Valentina is mine in the same way I am hers. We’re addicted to each other now, and I plan on staying that way for the rest of my life.

“Shit,” I say, my chest rising and falling abruptly against her back.

My fingers slip over her hips before I trace her stretch marks, trying to memorize their pattern on her soft skin. They’re one of my favorite features on her.

She falls forward too soon, breaking our connection. I shove the desire to frown at the loss of contact aside and smile instead because Val’s happy grin is everything to me. The way we fit together reminds me of a single gap on a bookshelf and the perfect-sized book to slide into the void.

Nothing compares to the rush of emotions I feel when Valentina and I are together like this, nothing but the rush of racing. Those are the two best feelings in the world for me, and I never want to give either of them up.

“I love you, mon tournesol,” I blurt out, and she beams up at me.

“I love you more, mon soleil,” she replies, but I shake my head.

“Would you really like to start an argument about that right now?” I challenge, and she chuckles, her full, plump lips pulling into a smirk.

“No, I’d rather make out a little more,” Valentina says, her eyes bluer today than ever. Usually, the green color comes through more, in the sun the brown, but never the blue, not like this. “How about this? I love you the same.” I give her a satisfied nod.

“I like that,” I admit and lean down to bring my lips to hers again.

There is no doubt in my mind that she was made for me and I for her in every way possible. I truly am the luckiest man alive.