Butterflies take flight in my stomach. Excitement and lust filter through my veins, but I hesitate. “We can’t do this here,” I whisper, glancing around the room to make sure any of his staff have not overheard us.
He gives a wicked grin, his fingers digging into my flesh. “That’s what makes it so hot, firefly. The danger of getting caught.” He pushes me down until I’m kneeling before him, untying his sweatpants and freeing his hard length from the confines of his boxers.
I look up at him and lick my lips nervously as he guides himself toward my waiting mouth, a low moan escaping him as I tentatively wrap my lips around his tip. He threads his fingers through my hair, guiding and controlling every thrust and suck as I relish in pleasuring him.
His breathing becomes ragged and faster.
His thrusts intensify. His hips move forward as he pushes his cock deeper into my mouth.
The more aggressive he gets, the more turned on I become. Then he grabs me by my hair and fucks my face, and my hand drops to between my parted thighs.
I touch myself, and as soon as I do, he pulls his cock out of my mouth and lifts me up to face him. Pushing me back against the kitchen table, he pulls my pajama pants all the way off. Then he pushes two fingers inside me and starts rubbing my clit with his thumb.
“You’re so wet,” he says in a hoarse voice. I moan in response. “You like getting fucked by me?”
“Yes,” I moan again.
“Tell me how much you love it.”
“I love getting fucked by you,” I say, mewling loudly as he rubs my clit harder.
“You’re going to come for me,” he commands.
“Yes,” I cry out as he rubs faster and harder.
I’m more than prepared to obey his command. My orgasm builds, and my center pulses.
“Now,” he orders, and just like that, I come all over his fingers.
For several minutes, we stay like this as our breathing calms down.
“Damn,” he says as he pulls his fingers out of me. “You’re amazing.” He bends down. “And I want more.”
Gideon picks me up and carries me over to the kitchen counter, laying me down on my back and spreading my legs wide open before lowering himself between them. He licks my pussy, sending shivers of pleasure through my body. Another orgasm rises to the surface, and I wonder how that’s possible. Has that ever happened to me before?
No.
He thrusts his tongue inside me, making me come even harder than before.
His hand tugs on my wrist as he pulls me closer, the heat radiating off his body. His dark eyes are piercing as they fixate on my lips.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard, firefly,” he growls, thrusting deep inside me. “You feel so fucking tight around my cock. Like a glove gripping me.”
He grabs my hair as he continues to fuckme harder and harder. “You belong to me. Say it,” he demands between harsh breaths.
“I belong to you,” I moan, the pleasure making my body shudder.
I feel like I’m going to break in half. This might be the end of me.
“Good girl,” he praises, slipping a hand between us to rub at my clit as he pounds into me relentlessly. I whimper in response, unable to form words at this point. My brain is mush, and my body is oversensitive, but somehow wave after wave of orgasm crash over me until we both come undone in a tangle of sweat and lust.
Holy. Shit.
I won’t survive this man.
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