“And now I can,” he murmured, his dark head lowering.
I grasped desperately at the cushion beneath me, my stomach tightening as his tongue licked leisurely through my slit. He rimmed the trembling opening to my sex, teasing me before his tongue sank into me. I arched violently, my back bowing while he tormented the tender flesh.
“Let me tell you how I imagined you that day,” he purred, circling my cl*t with the tip of his tongue, his hands holding me down when I would’ve bucked into the caress. “Spread beneath me on black satin sheets, your hair fanned all around you, your eyes wild and hot from the feel of my c*ck pounding into your tight, silky cunt.”
“God. Gideon,” I moaned, seduced by the sight of him savoring me so intimately. It was a fantasy come true—the dark and dangerous sex god in the breathtaking suit, servicing me with that sculpted mouth made for driving women wild.
“I imagined your wrists pinned down by my hands,” he went on roughly, “me forcing you to take it over and over. Your hard little ni**les swollen from my mouth. Your lips red and wet from sucking my cock. The room filled with those sexy sounds you make … those helpless whimpers when you can’t stop coming.”
I whimpered then, biting my lip as he fluttered over my cl*t with the wicked lash of his tongue. I hooked one leg over his bare shoulder, the heat of his skin scorching the sensitive flesh at the back of my knee. “I want what you want.”
His grin flashed. “I know.”
He sucked me, drawing on the tight bundle of nerves. I cl**axed 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 c*ck 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 cl**ax, 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 c*ck 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 h*ps 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 h*ps 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**king 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 c*ck plunged into me over and over, his groans and fevered words of lust gusting against my ear.
My core tightened, my cl*t 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 cl**ax drove us both, our bodies the outlet for the violence of our emotions.