Chapter 31

Gabriel shifted us so my back was to his chest, his penis pressing against my anus before entering my vagina.

“Always wet for me,” he murmured, kissing my neck and pressing harder, eliciting a whimper. “Maybe you’re not such a good girl after all.”

“I—I am,” I gasped.

“Do you want me to fuck you like a good girl?”

“N-No.”

“How do you want me to fuck you, baby?” he asked.

“Raw. Fast. Rough,” I replied, my eyes burning with a passion I hadn't felt before. "That's not something a good girl wants, is it?"

His hands tightened around my neck.

“N-No,” I choked out. “Fuck me like a bad girl, Gabriel.”

“I’m going to fuck you like you’re my girl, baby, because you are,” he promised, his engorged penis throbbing. “And you’re going to watch me fuck you in the mirror. You’re going to watch me own you, and you’re going to like it, hm?”

I nodded desperately as he released my neck and bent me over.

“Get on all fours, baby,” he ordered. I obeyed as he knelt behind me, bending my back until my head was on the floor, angled towards the mirror.

I watched him in the mirror, stroking himself while looking at me, spanking my ass before positioning himself at my clitoris.

Without warning, he entered.

I gasped. It had been so long since I'd had sex that I'd forgotten the pain and pleasure.

“Gabriel! Fuck!” I gasped, my breathing accelerating. “Are you… are you inside?”

“Just the tip,” he said.

My heart pounded as he pushed deeper. I moaned, tears welling.

“You can take it, baby. You can take all of me,” he said, pushing further until he was fully inside. “So fucking tight,” he spanked me, my legs shaking as I focused on my breathing. He was huge. “This pussy was made for dick.”

He withdrew and thrust back in. “Gabe…” This time, it hurt less.

The next thrust was even less painful, and the fourth time, the pain vanished, replaced by an unfamiliar pleasure.

“Your cunt was made for me, baby,” he growled, his strokes quickening. My breaths grew shorter with each thrust.

“Own… you… are… my wife…” he punctuated each word with a thrust.

“Gabriel! Faster!”

“All your orgasms are mine!” he panted, his pace increasing.

I watched him in the mirror, spanking my ass and thrusting, rubbing my clitoris.

“I… I’m about to come,” I told him. He didn't stop me this time, and I came, all over his dick as he continued thrusting. He pulled out only after my orgasm subsided. He gathered me into his arms, carrying me to the bed and lowering me gently.

I looked up at him.

“Did you watch me in the mirror, baby?” he asked.

I nodded.

“Who owns you?”

“Y-You.”

He stroked his penis. “Who do you belong to?”

“You.”

“Good. You watched my dick fuck you; now watch my face as I fuck you.” He raised my legs onto his shoulders, positioned himself, and entered me without warning.

I was sore and sensitive, screaming his name as he thrust. He leaned down to kiss me. “Open your eyes, Freckles.”

I did. His eyes held mine as he continued thrusting until I was comfortable again. He kissed me again as pleasure built, my clitoris welcoming him.

He thrust again, his face buried in my neck, his hand squeezing my breast. Every part of me ached, but the pleasure overwhelmed the pain.

Chapter 31 (continued)

There was less talking, more fucking. His pace was gentle at first, then he straightened, holding my legs as he thrust, slow at first, then faster, driving me wild.

“Ah, Gabriel, fuck.”

“Made for me, Freckles. You were made for me,” he whispered.

“I—I want to…” I couldn’t speak. All I felt was overwhelming pleasure spreading from my clitoris to my aching legs and pounding heart. I’d never orgasmed so fast—not when he fingered me, not when he went down on me, not the first time he fucked me. But here, looking at him, feeling his body inside me, his hands on my breasts, his lips on my chest… it brought a sense of belonging I didn't resist.

“Come for me, Freckles. Come all over my dick like you own it.”

“Like… I… own… it?” I managed.

“Right as fuck you do,” he replied. “Now come for me, baby.”

And I did. The intensity was unlike anything I’d experienced before, leaving me breathless. I don't know how long I lay there, but when my breathing returned to normal and I could see the ceiling—and the painting of naked lovers—Gabriel was gone. He reappeared from the bathroom, lifting me into his arms.

“What are you doing?” I asked, but snuggled close without hesitation.

“I drew you a bath,” he said. There was a bathtub filled with lukewarm water.

“Why?” I asked as he placed me in it.

“You’re sore. This will help you relax before the fourth round.”

My eyes widened. He laughed. “I’m joking,” he murmured, kissing my forehead and handing me shower gel before leaving me to bathe alone.

This revised version removes the asterisks, replaces informal contractions with more formal ones where appropriate, improves sentence structure and flow, and corrects grammatical errors and punctuation. The excessive repetition of certain actions has also been slightly condensed for better readability.