Page 62 of The Alpha's Stolen Mate

I dragged his shirt over his head and threw it behind me, greedily staring at his naked torso.

He’s perfect.

Gabriel grabbed the back of my head, tipped it back, and leaned down to kiss my neck.

“Yes, more,” I moaned, my panties growing wet as he kissed, sucked, and bit my sensitive skin.

When we made eye contact, my heart skipped a beat.

His eyes were wild with desire.

“On my chair, now,” he ordered. “I want to taste you.”

I was dripping wet for this man.

He didn’t have to tell me twice.

On the way, I took off my loose blue shirt and threw it to the side. When I stood in front of his chair, I slipped off my black sweatpants and panties. I sat down fully nude, the leather cool against my back.

Gabriel strode toward me, his eyes scanning my body in a way that made me squirm. When he stood in front of me, he pulled down his pants, taking his boxers off along with them.

Oh my.

His hard dick strained toward me.

But I barely got to appreciate his naked body before he sank to his knees.

“How wet are you for me?” he asked and grasped both of my hips to drag me to the edge of his office chair.

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?” I challenged, feeling brave and confident with Gabriel on his knees before me.

A sexy grin crossed his face.

“You want me to taste your pretty pussy, Summer? While you’re sitting in my chair?”

“Yes,” I breathed out.

Gabriel cupped my ass, moving me forward, thrusting my pussy onto his face.

“Oh! Gabriel!”

Those were the only two words I could manage as his tongue licked my wet center. Black dots appeared in my vision, and I shut my eyes, threading my fingers through Gabriel’s hair and enjoying the ride.

One of his hands trailed down my leg then he pumped his long finger inside of me while he flicked his tongue on my clit.

“Yes,” I groaned, my breathing became labored as every muscle in my body tightened.

“Do you want to taste yourself, baby?” Gabriel whispered as he continued to slide one finger into me. “Do you want to taste yourself on my tongue?”

“Yes,” I moaned as his thumb swiped my hard bundle of nerves.

He licked my pussy again as he pumped his finger, and I had to clamp a hand over my mouth so I didn’t scream out loud.

“Gabriel, I’m close,” I panted. “I’m close already.”

He kissed my clit and then stood up. Gabriel shoved his keyboard aside, picked me up, and set me on his desk—all in the span of a few seconds.

Before I could even take a breath, his lips were on mine, his tongue in my mouth. And…oh.

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