Even then, we were the center of each other’s worlds. Looking back, I should have known this relationship was inevitable.

Soon after that, she agreed to the therapist that my parents had been begging her to get and we slowly started to see glimpses of the old Gabrielle.

I had moved to turn off my side table lamp when she stirred and tightened her grip on me and within seconds she had my pants around my ankles and her mouth was around my dick sucking me like she wanted to swallow me whole.

“Gabby.” I grab her hair and when she looks up at me with those innocent eyes paired with her mouth wrapped around my cock, I throb in her mouth. “Can I come here, angel?” I ask as I rub her chin.

“Mmhmmm.” She moans as her mouth leaves my cock and moves to my balls, running her tongue over them both before sucking them into her mouth one after the other. Her mouth is warm and wet and I groan when I feel her mouth back on my dick. I close my eyes letting her mouth take me under. She’s topless, clad only in one of her sexy barely visible thongs, so I reach down and grab one of her breasts, pinching her nipple before I cup it in my hand. I rub my thumb over the pebbled nub and she whimpers as she continues to fuck me with her mouth. I reach down with my other hand, feeling my orgasm looming I press on her head and raise my hips to force myself further down her throat. She chokes at first and pulls back but then she forces me even further down her throat letting her lips rest at the base of my cock. She raises herself up slightly and I notice her hand moves between her legs. “Are you…fingering your pussy right now?” She nods but doesn’t look up at me. “Holy fuck, does it feel good?” She nods again.

“I want to touch you,” I tell her but she shakes her head this time.

She pulls me out of her mouth to respond. “No.”

“No?” I grip her hair and jerk it back. Not enough to hurt her, but enough that will force her to look at me. “Don’t deny me what’s mine, Gabrielle.”

“It’s only yours because I said so,” she sasses and my eyes widen at the glint of mischief in hers.

“You want to play this game, do you?” I narrow my eyes at her and she does the same. “You’re lucky I want to come in your mouth.”

“You’re lucky I’m allowing you to come in my mouth.” She moves up my body and hovers over me. “You talk a big game for a man that’s been wrapped around my finger since before I could walk.”