Thread: Bitter Sweet Rivals (Lady Bloody Ava & Fates.Gamble)

The lavished interior, bell hops dressed in their uniforms greeting the couple as they dashed by none of this was noted by Miss Beaumont. Gabriella didn't care about her appearance in this instance. This man was just as ravenous as she was. His last words spoken echoed through her mind. They both had the same idea. Her eyes spoke volumes of the salaciousness that seeped from her pores merely being in his company. Before the doors could even completely close she found her back pressed to the wall. His figure looming over her. Green eyes grew laden with lust and succumbed to the urge to close as her lips were seized once more in a drugging kiss. Her back arched in a silent plea to be as close to him as possible. French tip fingers deftly made their way around him and beneath his suit jacket where they hugged him close. All ten nails gently burying themselves in his back and raking down his under shirt covered back. Gabriella's left leg lifted, caressing at his leg as kisses were peppered along the curve of her neck. It was her kryptonite and there was no avoiding the carnal moan that escaped her unoccupied lips. Head tilted back and hot and heavy breaths escaping her lips. Even she too did not notice the elderly couple trying to board the elevator, nor would she have cared. A heady gasp escaped her lips as she felt his hands cupping at her lace covered backside. His arousal was no where near hard to notice, especially as it pressed against her inner thigh. Now, seldom few would note that Gabby never spoke a man's name in the throws of passion. Never. So it came as a complete shock to her when his name rolled off of her tongue in the form of a wicked hot moan. Seconds felt like hours when they finally reached his floor and had to exit the elevator to get into his penthouse. Even then she was dizzy from the lust as she stepped aside as they entered his home, but she was left no time to take the slightest note of her surroundings before she was being fed another kiss. The swell of her breasts was easily exposed and an open sigh of relief sounded as she was rid of her shirt. She watched as his hands worked with speed before she was gifted with another gift. By the heavens she was flooded with so much arousal she barely had any time to think. Again her back arched slightly as his palm cupped at her breast and pressing it all the more into his hand. Another surge of estrogen flooded her system as his tongue teased at the diamond hard peaks that were her nipples. Her bra soon joined her shirt somewhere upon the floor and she was given a moment to not only catch her breath, but watch as he began shedding piece to his expensive clothing she was starting to dislike. The soft palms of her hands got a moment to pressed against his chest before the gap was closed and they indulged in a kiss once more. Gabby occasionally found herself forgetting how to breath in the midst of their kissing. Hands snaked along the taut contour of his fit form and to his back where her nails made themselves more at home in the top f his back. Of course they dug deeper when she was suddenly lifted. Her forehead resting upon his. A breath taken before she took this moment to seize his tempestuous lips. Surprisingly enough she was not shaken as they hit another wall but before they made it to the parlor she relinquished his sweet lips before she was dropped onto the chase lounger. Her breathing openly heavy and green eyes greedily admiring what she could of this succulent specimen of man. Her eyes spoke more than words could possibly express. They held a daring looking. While she expected him to unsheathe his trapped length she was slightly disappointed when that was not the case. The disappointment barely lingered for a second before her skirt was being discarded. More, she need more and his teasing was drinking her up the wall. It felt as though molten lava was flowing through her very veins. Gabriella could hardly wait another second and clearly Devon was on the same page as he did not let the last piece of clothing that she was dawning hinder him any further from getting to what he desired. One arm reached above her head and gripped at the chase while her free hand raked and then laced itself through his tendrils. A deep breath taken in and a moan was ripped forth from her throat followed by a steady panting. Again her eyes grew laden with lust. Fingers contracting and taking a light grip upon his hair. His tongue worked wonders and a ball of tension was already taking center stage in the center of her being. Building more and more with each swivel and stroke of that specific talented appendage. The vibrations ventured throughout her body and yet another moan was ripped forth from her lips as his fingers pistoned in and out of her sex and his tongue lashed out at her clit. You animal. She panted. Loving it. It was far from an insult. If only she knew. If only she knew that the man riddling her body with so much pleasure was actually a Buckholtz. Not just any Buckholtz at that. The heir of Buckholtz. There was no telling what she would do. Don't be selfish... OH... I'm hungry. Surely he had to know what for. Yet she could hardly concentrate with her body melting at his very touch.