Pushing me.
He had an agenda, and if I gave up now, I'd never know what it was.Reaching behind me, I set my hands on his knees.
I arched my back and dragged my soaked sex along the rigid length of his cock, then slammed back down.
I adjusted the angle, lifted and fell again, gasping at the feel of him.
Mad as hell or not, my body worshipped his.
Loved the feel of him, the sense of rightness that was there despite the anger and hurt.
His breath was powering out of his lungs with every plunge of my hips.
His body was hot, so hot, radiating heat like a blast furnace.
I pumped my hips.
Up.
Down.
Taking the pleasure he refused to give me.
My thighs, buttocks, stomach, and core tightened with every lift, fisting him from root to tip.
They relaxed when I dropped, letting him sink deep.
I f**ked him with everything I had, pounding myself onto his cock.
His breath hissed out between his clenched teeth.
Then he was coming hard, jetting inside me so fiercely I felt each scorching burst of se**n like a separate thrust.
I cried out, loving the feel of it, chasing an orgasm that would shatter me.
I was wound so tightly, my body desperate for release after pleasing him twice.
But he moved, grabbing me by the waist and restraining my movements, holding himself deep as he pumped me full.
I choked off a scream when I realized he was deliberately preventing me from coming.
"Tell me why, Eva," he growled.
"Why?" "I don't know!" I yelled, trying to grind my h*ps onto him, pounding his shoulders with my fists when his grip tightened.
Holding me pinned to his pelvis and filled with his cock, Gideon pushed to his feet and everything shifted.
He pulled out of me, flipped me to face away from him, then bent me over the edge of the seat with my knees on the floorboard.
With one hand at the small of my back, holding me down, he cupped my sex and rubbed, massaging his se**n into my cleft.
He spread it around, coating me with it.
My h*ps circled, seeking that perfect bit of pressure to get me off .
He kept it from me.
Deliberately.