Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25568 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 102(@250wpm)___ 85(@300wpm)
"Hold this. I want to see you." My fingers fist the fabric as Gideon pushes it up farther, revealing my lavender panties that are basic cotton. It’s the only thing I own, and they are embarrassingly practical. "Is all this for me?" He leans in, kissing my panties where a wet spot has formed. If I wasn't so turned on, I might be self-conscious about how wet I am. "Answer me," Gideon orders before nipping the inside of my thigh.
"Yes." My fingers squeeze the fabric tighter. "I can't control it."
"Oh, Emerson." He places his open mouth over my clit, his warm breath tickling me through my panties. "You’ll let me control it. Won’t you?"
I thrust my hips forward, unable to hold back. Why is the idea of him being in control so freeing? I'm not sure, but I imagine my world with Gideon instead of Conner…no, it’s better not to think of that right now.
"It's mine, isn't it, my precious girl?"
Precious? How can one word fill me with so much happiness? I don’t think I’ve ever been precious to anyone.
“Please,” I whisper.
“You don’t have to beg.” He shifts, putting one of my legs over his shoulder as he pulls the center of my panties to the side.
“Gideon.” If I wasn’t blushing before, I sure am now.
His eyes are locked on my sex, and although no one has ever seen me there before, he’s staring like he’s mesmerized. A rush of shyness floods through me, and I want to shut my legs. With his big body in the way, he’s made sure that’s not possible.
"My precious girl. Do you have any idea how beautiful you are?" He spread the lips of my sex with his fingers. "One day I’m going to explore every inch of you." Gideon blows gently against my clit, and I bite my bottom lip to keep from screaming. "You'll let me, won't you?"
His other hand comes up between my thighs, and I can’t speak. I barely have time to nod before he yanks hard on the center of my panties and rips them off. I gasp as his thick finger sinks into me, followed quickly by another. I’m instantly full and all too aware of how empty I was before.
"Fuck, you're tight," he grunts as he slowly works them in and out. My clit is throbbing now, begging for attention, and his mouth is so close. "I'll have to break you in to fit me."
My mind momentarily blanks. Not only at what his words mean but also because his mouth covers my sex. My hips jerk when his tongue finds my clit, and it’s the exact touch I need.
The orgasm hits me hard and fast, and I cum against his face. I nearly fall on top of him as I shatter, and waves of pleasure crash over me in an unstoppable flood. Gideon is relentless with his mouth, and he keeps licking and sucking as his fingers pump.
I’ve been on edge for so long that I’m needy for attention. Gideon’s attention.
Another orgasm is already building inside of me, and I shake my head. I don't think I can handle another, but he’s not giving me a choice. All I can do is take it and try not to pass out in the process.
When he hooks his finger inside of me, I cum again. This one is different from the last. It’s more intense and explodes outward. My legs go boneless as it consumes me, but I don’t fall to the ground. Gideon is here, holding me up as pleasure ignites in every inch of my body.
“That’s my precious girl,” I hear him whisper.
My eyes flutter open when I feel him pick me up. I hear things falling to the floor a second before Gideon lays me out across his desk. His expression is focused and intense as he quickly undoes his belt and pulls his cock free. It’s huge and juts out in front of him, thick and hard while he pushes my thighs farther apart.
When he steps between them, he wraps his hand around the base, squeezing it tightly before stroking it up and down twice. Then he's groaning my name as his cum spurts across my exposed sex and thighs. It’s all over me like a branding, and it's the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
He runs his fingers through the mess he’s made, scooping some of it up. I watch as he drags it over my clit then thrusts it inside of me. My hips rock up, making it go deeper.
“I’m not on anything,” I say, not sure that this is enough to get me pregnant. But what the hell do I know? After today, I’m questioning everything. My normal boring life has been flipped on its head.
“Doesn’t matter.” He pulls his finger out of me, bringing it to my mouth. “Taste us.”