EroticReverie

Giselle Galas - One Week Later

I still haven’t spoken to either of my parents and I’m not sure if I’ll ever even be ready to try. While no big scene was made at the wedding , I still felt the ice cold shoulder of my mother throughout the entire day. And I’m not sure I’d have even made it through the day with Rainer there. 

We went to the gym together this morning and came home and fucked in the shower like the world was about to burn and it would be our last time. I feel like a fucking feral cat in heat around him, but thankfully he’s just as desperate to get his hands on me as much as I am him.  I still can’t believe I was wearing his ring, still couldn’t believe the guy who made sexual innuendos and hit on me every chance he got , was the one that was building me into a newer version of myself. I couldn’t believe that Rainer Rancourt was my safe place. His arms were my favorite place to fall asleep and wake up, and find myself wrapped up in during the day for no reason at all other than so he could hold me and whisper in my ear about how beautiful I was or how much he loved me. 

The man left no question in my mind about how much he truly loves me and cares for me. 

The box he put my engagement ring in sits on the bedside table , and I smile every morning when I see it. It was the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done. For him to have someone make a box for that ring, from

The tree where we shared our first kiss as two kids.  

I smile to myself as he gives my ass a small slap and gentle squeeze and gives a quiet “damn” which he does at least a dozen times a day and then squeezes the other cheek before kissing the side of my head and fixing himself a coffee. 

“You still want to go today?” He asks of the random ass cocktail party one of his friends invited him to. Apparently his wife has decided she wants to throw monthly mixers or something and his friend begged him to come because if a bunch of people didn’t show she’d probably lose her head and consider herself a social disaster. 

I’ve never enjoyed the parties or the people my family often associated with. I wish people really would eat the rich sometimes, because most of them deserved it. Importance was placed on material things and superficial bullshit , instead of things like you know, family, or just being a decent fucking person. 

“My mom will be there and will surely have a million questions for both you and me since I’ve avoided her questions about us.” He says. 

“Are you going to tell her you popped the question?” I ask and look over my shoulder and catch his eyes on my ass still and laugh. His eyes lift and he smirks and takes a sip of his coffee before setting it down. 

“You mean am I gonna tell her how you beat me to it and then demanded I ask you while wearing grey sweatpants?” He teases and shrug. 

“You could’ve had said no” I say and he narrows his eyes. 

“And give you a chance to change your mind? Yeah. No chance Galas.” He says and I laugh and then see his eyes drift back down to my ass. I just shake my head and go back to cutting up the fruit in front of me. 

“Your parents going?” He asks and I freeze for a moment and then resume cutting the fruit with a bit more aggressive chopping. 

“Don’t know” I say being short about it. 

“We don’t have to go if you don’t want to” he says and I shake my head and look over my shoulder. 

“I want to go. You said it was important to your friend.” I say. 

“Yeah but you’re the most important person to me. So what you want is what I want.” He says and I sigh. 

“What?” He cocks a brow. “Did I say something wrong?” 

“No. You say everything right. Do everything right. Who are you and what did you do with the guy who only seemed to know how to annoy me by always telling me how good my tits and ass looked everytime he saw me?” I tease. 

“In my defense your tits are fucking incredible. So I refuse to be held responsible for my words regarding their hotness.  Same for that ass.” He says as I just laugh and scoop the fruit into a bowl. 

“We’re gonna have to give that ass a proper spanking soon.” He says and i if fabric and look over my shoulder and he lifts his eyes from it and looks at me with a devilish grin. 

“What’s a proper spanking?” I ask as I feel my insides turn to molten lava at the idea of Rainer wanting to give me a “proper” spanking. 

“You. Bent over my lap. With those tight leggings pushed down right under your ass and my hand making the skin as red as your pretty hair.” He says and I swallow and my thighs rub together and he smirks at my visible reaction. 

“Would you enjoy something like that Galas?” He cocks his brow. 

“Just your hand?” I ask and he hums and nods but his brows lift. 

“Unless you’d like me to implement another choice tool, do I need to invest in a paddle for you Galas?” He asks. His voice growing deeper, hungry as hell and hot as sin. 

“Maybe” I say softly and his nostrils flare. 

“Tonight. I’m taking you over my lap Galas.” He says and I bite my lip. 

“Not right now?” I ask nearly  breathless with the need to have Rainer Rancourt rain a hard hand down on my ass cheeks. 

“I start now we won’t leave the house.” He says.  “And you need to eat.” He nods to my fruit bowl and I lick my lips. 

“My food can wait.” I say and he shakes his head. 

“No it can’t. Eat your food Galas.” He says and walks over and cups my ass while kissing my cheek. 

“I’ll get my hands on this beautiful ass of yours later. That’s a promise.” He whispers on my cheek and then kisses it again as I whimper. 

“Rainer” I practically whine and he hums. 

“Eat your food and I’ll fuck those little whimpers out of you when you’re done” he groans and my nipples harden and my core fucking aches. I just had him inside me less than an hour ago in the shower but minutes feel like hours when he’s not inside of me. And I’m not sure being this needy for constant sex is even healthy but I can’t bring myself to care when he’s  willing to feed my desperation.

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We’re late getting to the cocktail party because Rainer fucked me on about seven different surfaces and against three different walls before making us both need another shower.  

I’m wearing an emerald colored a line of shoulder , a line , mini cocktail dress that hits a little below my mid thigh and Rainer is hard as a fucking rock as he drives us himself to the cocktail party at his friends house. 

“I should have made you change that fucking dress.” He says as he keeps his hand on my thigh as he drives. Squeezing my thigh and stroking the side of it with his thumb. 

“Open your legs Galas” he says as his hand slips between my thighs and up the inside and my legs fall open and I scoot my ass toward the front of the seat as I lean back. 

“Youre driving” I tell him.

“And so are you..driving me fucking crazy in this dress baby” he says and then pushes his hand over my bare pussy and groans. 

“Jesus Christ , I love when you don’t wear underwear under your fucking dresses” he groans and his finger finds my clit and rubs it softly before sliding his finger down and my legs spread wider. 

“Mmm spread those gorgeous fucking thighs wide open Galas, let me get inside you” he says and sinks a finger in and I moan as my head goes back. I bite my lip hard as he slips it in and back out and then back in. He groans , probably from how fucking wet I already am. 

“We should just go back home, I need to fuck this pussy Galas” 

“You did. Multiple times” I breathe as his second finger slides in and I moan. 

“You telling me you don’t need my cock in you baby? Listen to your pussy….you’re drenched Galas”

“I always need you” I moan and he groans as he comes to a red light and draws his fingers out and lifts them to his mouth sucking them clean and I squirm as I watch him. 

“Fuck , I’m gonna be dipping my fingers in you all afternoon Galas” he groans and then his hand is back between my legs and fingering me again as I slowly roll my hips. 

“I love the taste of you” he groans. “So fucking much, I can’t believe I get to taste this pussy whenever I want” he says as his fingers go faster and he moves as the light turns green. Talking to me while his eyes stay on the road. 

“The second we get there, we’re finding someplace where I can lick your pussy dry Galas” he groans. 

“Impossible. You keep it so fucking wet Rainer” I whimper and he groans. 

“Yeah Galas?” He breathes and licks his lips and looks down at his hand and I pull up my dress giving him a better view. 

“Fuck yeah baby, show me that pretty cunt”he groans and I moan as I move faster , riding his fingers and panting as he fingers me a little faster. 

“Mmm Fuck” he groans his fingers coming out and he sucks them again with a groan and reaches right back as I moan loudly and my back arches as he slips them right back inside. 

“Don’t stop” I whimper. 

“Can’t help it, you taste so fucking good” he groans. “Fuck, I love the taste of you on my fucking tongue” he groans. Pulling them out again. Sucking his fingers with a deep groan and I whimper. 

He puts them back inside and pumps them continuously as I ride them again. 

“Don’t stop, don’t stop” I fucking plead as my orgasm builds. 

“Youre gonna make me cum so fucking hard” I cry as my one hand lifts. Slapping to the ceiling and pushing as I ride his fingers and grab his forearm and bite my lip. 

“Dont get it on your pretty dress Galas” he groans and I whimper , panting as I pull my dress up , feeling the fabric slide from under my ass and up my back and he’s smirking as he looks at the road. 

“Good girl, now cum for me baby” he groans and those words are all it takes. I don’t think he knows how much the words good girl do for me. Or maybe he does. It’s not just the hot way he says it , or the sexual satisfaction of being called a good girl. But psychologically , his praise feeds the part of me that was never given any growing up. I was always trouble, a disappointment, I was never a “good girl”. Maybe it’s fucked up to be turned on by those words for that reason, but I can’t help it. 

“I love you” I cry as I cum and he groans loudly as my pussy drenches his fingers, his hand, I cum hard. It wets the seat and the fucking floor and the fucking dashboard as he removes his fingers and lets me squirt before plunging them back into my pussy for more. 

“Such a good girl, letting that pussy cum like that , cmon, show off Galas, make a god damn mess baby” he groans and I fucking lose it , bucking as my hips fly upward and his hands pulls away as I squirt again and he groans , his eyes darting back and forth between the road and the obscene mess I’m making in the fucking car. 

“Mmm, you want more baby?” He groans his hand reaching back I pant as he starts to finger me again and I feel it happening again but he doesn’t take his fingers away , instead I’m squirting on his hand and fingers and feel the fucking mess I’m making between my thighs, and I can hear it, the wet noise of my pussy being fucked by his impossibly gifted fingers. 

“You are so fucking hot Giselle, keep cumming baby, fuck my fingers with your sexy fuckin pussy” he groans and I moan , breathing hard and my eyes squeezing shut as I force myself to fuck his fingers and ride them and grab his forearm with both hands as I ride his hand. 

“Youre so god damn sexy” he growls and then is pulling over along the side of the road and throwing the car in park right outside the gated area of the home we’re supposed to be going to and I whimper as he turns and leans over, kissing me as he uses his other hand to reach over and rub my clit. 

“Rainer” I cry. 

“One more, I know you need this clit rubbed Galas, otherwise it’s gonna be swollen and throbbing between these fucking hot thighs all afternoon , now lay back and let me touch it baby” he groans and I kiss him again before laying back. 

“Your pussy cumming all over this seat and the dashboard was so fucking hot Galas, god I live to make this sexy pussy cum, Galas”

“Rainer” I whimper as a car drives by but he doesn’t stop , doesn’t take his eyes off me and I lay there , legs spread as Rainer makes me cum again. 

His proud grin makes me whimper and he slows his fingers as my orgasm crashes through me and ebbs slowly. My hips jumping as his fingers continue their pursuit of chasing my sensitive clit. I grab his hand signaling him to stop as I lay there panting and trembling. My legs non stop quivering as he relents and lifts his hand away I lay there with my entire pussy and my thighs fucking soaked. 

“We need to clean you up Galas.” He smiles at me and I just look at him. 

“Youre so hot” I whimper and he smiles. 

“And you’re a goddess” he says and leans over and kisses my cheek.