Read Novel Full Chapter 826: Gabriela’s Thick Thighs
Chapter 826: Gabriela’s Thick Thighs
The bathroom door was cracked just enough to give us a perfect, unobstructed view. Gabriela stood under the scalding spray of the shower, the water cascading over her thick, voluptuous body, her dark brown skin glistening under the steam.
She was fucking perfect—every curve, every roll, every inch of her designed to make a man lose his mind.
Her hands moved slowly, sensually, as she lathered the soap over her heavy tits, her fingers teasing her dark, puffy nipples until they stood hard and erect, begging for attention. The soap suds slid down her body, tracing the soft swell of her stomach before disappearing into the thick, curly bush of her pubic hair.
My cock twitched violently in my pants, the sight of her unshaved pussy—dark, wild, real—making my mouth water. She wasn’t some waxed, polished doll. She was a woman, untamed and raw, and the thought of burying my face between her thighs made my pulse roar in my ears.
She spread her legs slightly, her fingers sliding between her folds, washing herself with slow, deliberate strokes. My breath hitched as she turned, bending just enough to spread her asscheeks, the soap sliding over her tight, puckered asshole.
The way she cleaned herself—thoroughly, intimately—was almost obscene, like she was putting on a show just for me.
The water ran down the crack of her ass, dripping over her thick thighs, and I could smell her—musky, warm, the scent of a woman who hadn’t been touched in years.
Sarah’s breath was hot against my ear, her voice a dark whisper. "Fuck, look at her," she murmured, her fingers digging into my arm. "She’s filthy, Jack. All that hair... that ass..." Her tongue flicked over her lips, her eyes glued to Gabriela’s body. "You’re gonna ruin her, aren’t you?"
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. My cock was throbbing, my mind already racing with all the ways I was going to use that body.
Gabriela finished her shower, stepping out of the steam-filled bathroom with her skin still glistening, her bathrobe clinging to her curves in a way that made my fingers itch.
The fabric was thin, nearly transparent where it stretched over her tits, the deep cleavage threatening to spill out with every breath.
The robe barely reached mid-thigh, and as she sat down on the couch, her legs crossed just enough to tease—because if she spread them even an inch, her hairy, glistening pussy would be right there.
Sarah pulled me back into the living room, her voice a dark purr. "Jack..." she murmured, her fingers trailing down my chest. "You have to seduce her... for me." A wicked grin spread across her face. "I want Diaz to know how slutty his mother is... how she moans for another man while he rots in that hospital bed."
I smirked, my voice a dark promise. "Don’t worry. I’ll make sure she begs for it."
Sarah’s grin turned feral. "I’ll help you," she whispered, her lips brushing my ear. "When it’s time to sleep... I’ll put you both in the same room." Her voice dropped to a whisper. "I’ll tell her it’s safer that way... that I need to protect you both."
I nodded, but my mind flickered to Lorena. I’d had plans with her tonight—something important—but this? This was too good to pass up. I pulled out my phone and dialed her number, my voice smooth, professional.
I leaned against the wall, my voice low, my cock still aching from the sight of Gabriela’s body. "Change of plans," I murmured. "Go with the case, however you want. If you need me, you know how to reach me."
Lorena picked up on the second ring. "Jack," she said, her voice cool, all business. "You’d better have a good reason for canceling on me at the last minute."
I chuckled darkly. "Relax. It’s business," I lied smoothly. "I’ll come see you soon."
"You better," Lorena snapped before hanging up.
I pocketed my phone, my focus shifting back to the real prize.
Gabriela sat on the couch, her bathrobe barely containing her, her thick thighs pressing together like she was trying to be modest—but fuck, it only made it hotter.
The thin fabric of Gabriela’s bathrobe clung to her body like a second skin, outlining the heavy swell of her tits, her dark, hardened nipples pressing against the material as if begging to be touched, sucked, bitten. The robe rode up just enough to tease the shadow of her pussy, the dark, curly hair peeking out whenever she shifted, a tantalizing glimpse of what lay beneath. My cock ached just looking at her, the way her body moved with such natural, uninhibited sensuality. She wasn’t trying to be seductive—she just was, and it was driving me fucking wild.
Sarah turned to her, her voice sweet, almost innocent. "Auntie, what would you like to eat?" she asked, already moving toward the kitchen. "I’m going to prepare it."
Gabriela waved a hand dismissively, her voice warm but firm. "How can that be?" she protested. "You guys sit here. I will prepare something for you."
She looked at Sarah, her dark eyes filled with concern. "Sarah... how is the situation with Diaz? Is everything okay?"
Sarah nodded, her smile reassuring. "Yeah, Auntie, everything is fine," she said, her voice calm, soothing. "Don’t worry. I just talked to my people at the hospital. They’ll keep reporting to me every half hour."
Gabriela’s shoulders sagged slightly in relief, but the worry didn’t fully leave her eyes. Sarah continued, her tone confident. "And all the police force is looking for the criminal."
Gabriela nodded, her fingers twisting in the fabric of her robe. Sarah stepped closer, her voice gentle. "Auntie, the kitchen is here... let me help you."
I cut in before Sarah could take control, my voice smooth, authoritative. "How can that be, Officer Sarah?" I said, shaking my head as if scandalized. "You’re busy. Let me help Auntie. You sit here. I’ll help her with dinner."
Gabriela hesitated for only a second before nodding, her expression softening with gratitude. "Thank you, mijo," she murmured.
I took her hand and led her to the kitchen, the warmth of her skin sending a jolt of dark satisfaction through me. The kitchen was small but well-stocked, the refrigerator humming softly as I opened it, pulling out vegetables and meat.
Gabriela moved to the stove, her body swaying slightly as she stirred whatever she was cooking, her hips shifting in a way that made the robe ride up just a little higher.