Page 26 of Guarding The Phoenix: Vol. 1

He sucked my swollen bud into his mouth and bit down. The explosion was instantaneous. Ecstasy flooded me in lacerating waves.

“Gideon,” I wailed as my pussy quaked around his thrusting tongue. The leg holding me upright buckled.

He caught me in his strong arms and pulled me onto his lap. I straddled his muscular thighs and clutched at his massive arms, whimpering at the wicked sensations of his thick shaft intimately pressed against me. Those big hands cradled my face as if I were precious to him. But that couldn’t be right. He barely knew me.

But then his mouth captured mine in a torrid kiss, scattering my thoughts with every deft, sure stroke of his tongue. I moaned at the dark decadence of tasting myself on his lips.

Even with aftershocks still rippling through me from my spine-tingling orgasm, I craved more. More of his passion, more of his touch, just more of him. His beard scraped against my lips. And his hands slid down my back to cup my butt as he ground his hips, dragging his length back and forth against my swollen pussy. I rocked my hips in time with his wicked thrusts.

God, I needed him inside me.

I couldn’t wait any longer. I needed him. Reaching down, I slid a hand between our torsos and delved beneath his shorts. I clasped my hand around his shaft. He was long, almost as long as Axel, with a slight curve toward the tip. I stroked him. He was so fucking hard as he thrust into my hand. Gideon growled into my mouth as I pumped my hand up and down his length.

But the intimate foreplay wasn’t enough by a longshot.

I craved the fullness of his cock inside me. I needed all of him. I tore my mouth away, breaking the kiss and panting. “Need you. Inside me.”

Gideon winced as his hand trailed down to my pussy and began teasing my hard bud. “I don’t have a condom on me. You’ll have to do with my mouth and fingers.”

“No. I’m clean and on the pill. Just fuck me already,” I begged. Desperate. Aching. I didn’t want to consider the consequences. Those would come later. Much later. And it would do nothing to assuage the soul-deep ache he had created.

“Are you sure?” Gideon appeared poised on a precipice. His face was sharp as a blade. His eyes searched my face for any hint of uncertainty.

But he would get none from me. I yearned too fiercely and nodded. “Yes.”

His gaze turned downright depraved and hooded with lust. Then he lifted me off his lap. “I want you on your knees, resting your torso over the bench.”

I scrambled to obey. He was giving me what I wanted. There was no way I would let the opportunity pass me by.

“Lose the bra.”

At the growled command, I tore the offending garment off, then positioned myself over the smooth black leather workout bench. Spreading my thighs, I tilted my hips up in invitation. Beckoning him to take me, to make me his in the most elemental of ways.

I waited. Breathless. Aroused.

Was he just teasing me only to deny me? Why was he taking so long?

But then the smooth head of his shaft pressed against my entrance. I whimpered, shifting, trying to angle my body to take him inside. Gideon took command and gripped my hips, holding me steady. Mewls escaped my lips.

With a muttered curse, Gideon breached my entrance like a battering ram. Stars erupted behind my closed lids at the brutal force. He drove inside me until his balls slapped against my clit. I moaned at the fullness, at the wicked pleasure humming through me.

God, the pleasure of having him inside me was immeasurable.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded with a rough growl. He had the sexiest damn voice.

I lifted my heavy lids and moaned at the sight that greeted me. It was us in the gym mirror. I saw myself bent over the bench with Gideon’s massive body behind me. And the carnal darkness in his eyes held me captivated. I watched the lust dripping from his face. Gideon thrust deep, gliding past that bundle of nerves inside me. Gripping the bench, I had never been so aroused in all my life.

The way he moved. How his abs flexed as he delivered a series of slow, brutal strokes that had me thrusting my hips back. I was primed for detonation.

“More,” I begged him. “Fuck me like you’re mad at me.”

As much as I was enjoying his slow fucking, I didn’t want slow or gentle. I wanted him to obliterate my pussy. I needed his fury and his passion.

At my pleading, his countenance darkened. His gaze shone with primal need. He drove inside me so hard he smacked the lip of my womb, and pleasure-pain sliced through my system. It was too good. The ecstasy was too intense.

With a rough snarl, he pumped his hips, slamming his cock into me with a brutality that stole all rational thought. Everything but Gideon faded. I craved his violent delights.

Undulating, I met his fervent thrusts, never losing sight of the lewd spectacle in the mirror. His face contorted with incendiary pleasure as he fucked me. He grunted and hammered my pussy. The wet, suctioning smack of my juices filled the air with his rumbling grunts and my whimpered moans.

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