“Harder, Gideon. I need more.”
“Christ, you’re an exquisite fuck. You like taking my cock without any barrier between us like a dirty little slut.”
“Yes.” I cried. My tits swayed with every thrust.
His thumb grazed against my back channel entrance, just a brief swipe, and it was like someone poured gasoline on a five-alarm fire.
I went wild, bucking against his hips and pounding shaft. This man unmade me. Turned me into a carnal being with no other purpose than to fuck.
“Ever have a man here, honey?”
“No.” I shook my head. Carlos had been straight-up missionary with nothing outside those lines, not even when he forced me.
He drew some of my cream up to my back hole and pressed his thumb against the taut ring of muscle. I didn’t know how it would feel. Whether I would like the sensation of his thumb in my forbidden hole or not.
But god. God!
Never in a million years did I expect this complete incineration. Nerve endings went wild with rapturous pleasure until I felt as if I had been towed out to sea and floated in a sea of bliss.
“Gideon,” I wailed while he thrust his thumb in and out of my ass while he fucked my pussy with unrepentant enthusiasm.
“Fuck. Fuck, you’re amazing. The way your pussy squeezes me is driving me insane.” He leaned over my back, never breaking eye contact in the mirror, only to growl into my ear. “I will be the first man to take your virgin ass.”
My pussy clenched. I groaned at his dark promise.
“Say it. Swear that I can claim your ass first,” he ruthlessly snarled, ramming his shaft again and again.
“My ass is yours, Gideon,” I cried, unable to think beyond this moment with him and my nearing climax. The thought of his cock in my ass left me breathless.
“That’s right.” He punctuated each word with a teeth-rattling thrust that left me moaning for more. “Your ass is mine. But first, I’m gonna make you come all over my cock. Think I should let you come?”
“Yes. Please. Do it. Do me.” I was so far gone I babbled, pleading for surcease.
And Gideon delivered in spades, as if making me come was his primary mission. His groans and grunts grew louder. He roughly pounded his cock again and again. My lids grew heavy. Pleasure tightened with every stroke. He drove my body higher and higher.
Between one breath and the next, my body drew the exquisite tension in like a black hole sucking up every particle in its vicinity before the cataclysmic explosion rocked my entire foundation.
“Gideon.” I wailed, not caring if the others heard us. My pussy pulsed around his thrusting shaft. The climax rocked my body to its core. Wave upon wave slammed into me, turning me into a trembling, quaking mess. And his fervent strokes extended the life of my climax.
“Fuck, Kylie,” Gideon roared, pumping furiously as he spilled rope upon rope of semen, filling my pussy until his pleasure was spent.
He held me. We were breathing heavily, our hearts racing from our exertions. Gideon pressed a kiss against my neck as he stirred.
“Kylie.”
I finally lifted my heavy lids and turned my face toward him. “Yeah?”
He stared like he had never seen me before. Like he couldn’t believe we found ourselves like this and wanted more. “Are you all right with this? I know it already happened and we can’t take it back. But I also don’t want you to think I took advantage.”
I pressed my lips against his mouth in response. The fact that he cared what I thought and felt about our interlude meant the world to me. After years of Carlos telling me what I would do and when, not caring whether I wanted something, his concern wormed its way past my defenses.
I realized we didn’t know each other well. But with his question, I wanted to know him. Even though I thought the same about Axel, along with a mound of guilt because I just screwed his colleague and friend.
He broke the kiss. “I need your words, honey.”
“I’m more than all right with it. I’m wondering when we can do that again.” I looked at his ruggedly handsome face with my bottom lip between my teeth.
Lust simmered in his eyes. “Good. I want that too.”