Entwined with You(62)

His grin flashed. “I know.”


He sucked me, drawing on the tight bundle of nerves. I climaxed with a breathless cry, my legs shaking with the rush of release.


I was still quivering with pleasure when he urged me back lengthwise on the couch, his big body looming over me, his cock thrusting upward from where he’d shoved his briefs down just enough to free it. I reached for him, wanting to feel him in my hands, but he caught my wrists and pinned my arms.


“I like you like this,” he said darkly. “Held prisoner for my lust.”


Gideon’s eyes were intent on my face, his lips glistening from my climax, his chest heaving. I was mesmerized by the difference between the virile male about to take me like an animal and the civilized businessman who’d inspired my searing lust to begin with.


“I love you,” I told him, panting as the broad head of his cock slid heavily through my swollen cleft. He pushed against me, parting the slick opening.


“Angel.” With a groan, he buried his face in my throat and surged inside me, the thick length of his rigid penis tunneling deep. Gasping my name, he ground his hips against me, trying to get deeper, shoving and circling, screwing. “Christ, I need you.”


The desperation in his voice took me by surprise. I wanted to touch him, but he held me down, his hips working restlessly. The feel of him inside me, so hot, the wide crest rubbing and massaging, was driving me out of my mind. I screwed him back, unable to stop, the two of us straining together.


His lips brushed against my temple. “When I saw you standing in the lobby just now, in your pretty yellow dress, you looked so bright and beautiful. So perfect.”


My throat tightened. “Gideon.”


“The sun was shining behind you, and I thought you couldn’t possibly be real.”


I struggled to get my hands free. “Let me touch you.”


“I came after you because I couldn’t stay away and when I found you, you wanted me.” He held both my wrists in one hand and cupped my butt in the other, lifting me as he pulled out, then thrust deep.


I moaned, rippling around him, my sex sucking ravenously at his thickness. “Oh God, it’s so good. You feel so good …”


“I want to come all over you, come inside you. I want you on your knees and on your back. And you want me this way.”


“I need you this way.”


“I push inside you and I can’t take it.” His mouth lowered to mine, sucking erotically. “I need you so much.”


“Gideon. Let me touch you.”


“I’ve captured an angel.” His kiss was wild and wet, passionate. His lips slanted over mine, his tongue f*cking deep and fast. “And I put my greedy hands all over you. I defile you. And you love it.”


“I love you.”


He stroked into me and I writhed, my thighs grasping his pumping hips. “Fuck me. Oh, Gideon. Fuck me hard.”


Digging his knees in, he gave me what I begged for, powering into me. His cock plunged into me over and over, his groans and fevered words of lust gusting against my ear.


My core tightened, my clit throbbing with every impact of his pelvis against mine. His heavy sac smacked against the curve of my buttocks and the couch thumped against the bare concrete, inching forward as Gideon pounded into me, every muscle in his body flexing on his downstrokes.


The obscene sounds of furious sex drowned out the awareness of the workers only yards away. The race to climax drove us both, our bodies the outlet for the violence of our emotions.


“I’m going to come in your mouth,” he growled, sweat sliding down his temple.


Just the thought of him finishing that way set me off. My sex spasmed in climax, clutching and grabbing at his driving cock, the endless pulses of orgasm radiating outward to my fingers and toes. And still he didn’t stop, his hips circling and lunging, expertly pleasuring me until I sagged limp beneath him.


“Eva. Now.” He reared back and I followed, scrambling to my knees and sliding my mouth down his glistening erection.


At the first hint of suction, he was coming, spilling over my tongue in powerful bursts. I swallowed repeatedly, drinking him down, relishing the gruff sounds of satisfaction that rumbled from his chest.


His hands were in my hair, his head bowed over me, sweat glistening on his abs. My mouth slid up and down his cock, my cheeks hollowing on drawing pulls.


“Stop,” he gasped, pulling me off. “You’ll make me hard again.”


He was still hard, but I didn’t point that out.


Gideon cupped my face in his hands and kissed me, our flavors mingling. “Thank you.”


“What are you thanking me for? You did all the work.”


“There’s no work involved in f*cking you, angel.” His slow smile was pure satiated male. “I’m grateful for the privilege.”


I sank back onto my heels. “You’re killing me. You can’t be that gorgeous and sexy and say stuff like that. It’s overload. It fries my brain. Sends me into a meltdown.”


His smile widened and he kissed me again. “I know the feeling.”


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