Pampering The Ex-Wife 29

Gabriel leaned his head back, enjoying her service. Every inch of her body was dangerously seductive, even her hands. Just by using her hands, he already felt so much pleasure—if she used her mouth...

Gabriel caressed Catherine’s lips, then leaned close to her ear and whispered, "Suck it for me."

"Get lost!"

Catherine abruptly stood up, but Gabriel quickly pulled her back, laughing as he said, "Why are you mad? I'm just giving you an easier way out. If I finish quickly, you'll get to rest sooner, isn’t that better?"

Better, my foot!

Catherine seethed, silently cursing his ancestors for eighteen generations. Seeing her still standing there, he said, "Hurry up and keep stroking. If it goes soft, you’ll have to start all over again."

"Bastard."

Catherine muttered under her breath, reluctantly sitting back down to continue serving Gabriel. She had no idea how long it had been before her hands became sore, and only then did he finally release.

"Good job, here's your reward."

Gabriel tossed