Page 35 of Gideon
“No.” His voice was harsh, demanding that I obey him as his fingers slowed to a near crawl over the swollen nub of my clit. “Right here. Hold it. Stay with it. Right here.”
“Ugh, fuck you!” I growled, the sexual frustration building right alongside my orgasm.
“Feisty thing,” he chuckled, pulling his fingers away and gently slapping my tender folds. “Obey, or I stop completely.” His warning rang true in my ears, yet I did not heed him this time.
“And I said, fuck you,” I reiterated through clenched teeth. My hips bucked up into nothingness as I once again pulled my thighs in for glorious friction. If he wouldn’t give me my release, I would find it myself.
“Oh, my wild thing,” he growled with a sinister chuckle. “Wrong choice.”
Before I had time to process his words, his hands grabbed me roughly, flipping me over and onto my back. My arms squashed beneath me for only a moment before he pulled me up against the pillows, softening the position only slightly. His hands wrenched my legs open roughly, holding them wide for his perusal.
“Look at that stunning cunt,” he praised, his eyes feasting on my naked, bare sex. His elbows held my thighs open as his fingers spread my lower lips, his eyes roving over my most intimate place with a hungry gaze.
It was unnerving to be looked at in such a way. Unnerving, and completely, totally hot as hell.
“If you won’t obey, then you won’t cum,” he warned, only a split second before his head lowered between my thighs and his tongue flicked that swollen, exposed nub.
My back arched hard against the pillows as he licked and swirled around my aching clit. My thighs quivered around his head, wanting desperately to cum and knowing he wouldn’t allow it.
Perhaps I could find my release quietly, and he wouldn’t realize.
I steeled myself, taking slow, even breaths as his devilish tongue pushed me to orgasm. I stayed quiet, clenching my teeth and pointing my toes as the release neared closer and closer with every swipe and swirl of his tongue.
I was almost there. So close.
And I would have succeeded.
Had he not sucked my clit into his mouth and flicked it back and forth with the tip of his tongue. His teeth grazed against my over-sensitized button, pushing me over the edge, careening into blissful oblivion with a scream of pleasure.
“Gideon!” I panted, unable to hold back.
Gideon reared back, his hand wrapping around my throat as he pulled me up until our faces were only millimeters apart. My breath panted as I came down from my climactic heights. His eyes narrowed at me accusingly.
“Naughty fucking girl,” he nearly spat at me.
He manhandled me again, flipping me around until I was facing away from him. His hand grasped where my arms were bound together, pressing my face down into the pillow. His knees spread my legs further, and I felt his jean-clad erection grind against my ass.
I heard the shuffle of clothing. His hand still held me down by my bound arms as he readied himself for me. I wanted to be angry with him. I wanted to spew harsh words and taunt him further, but my core ached for him to fill me. My mind spun with dizzy desire as I felt the head of his erection slide against my dripping folds.
“One of these days, vixen… one of these days,” he mumbled as the tip of his cock spread my lips and speared into my core. My aching sex stretched around his girth as I took him into my body, pushing back until he had filled me completely, both of us groaning at the exquisite sensation.
“Mine,” he growled, pulling out only enough to thrust back into me, hard.
He pulled at the rope binding my arms until my head and chest had lifted off of the bed, his thrusts coming faster, sharper as he drove himself into me.
I felt the sharp tug of his fist around my braided hair, pulling my head back until I was looking at the head of the bed. My jaw hung slack, a groan of need escaping me with every harsh drive of his cock into my dripping core. I could feel my wetness slipping down my thighs as my sex quivered and squeezed around his girth, my orgasm building yet again.
“Are you going to cum for me again, my slutty little vixen? I can feel you. I can feel how wet you are. Christ, I bet it’s making a fucking mess on this bed. Such a fucking, messy little slut,” he ground out through clenched teeth, his hips slapping into mine with every word.
“Fuck you,” I groaned, gasping as he drove even deeper into me with his own growl of desire.
My legs trembled, my groans turning into whimpering pants as my orgasm neared.
“You’re right there, aren’t you, pet? Right at the edge? Hold it for me. Hold it just for a moment and cum with me,” he urged, and, fuck it all, I obeyed. My eyes clenched shut as I tried desperately to hold on to the orgasm that threatened to break me into a million delighted pieces.
“That’s my girl. Just like that,” he praised, his hands grasping so tightly on my hip and my hair. My breaths came in desperate grunts now, as my core squeezed around him like a vise.
“I can’t hold it any longer,” I whined, feeling my legs tremble with the force of my impending climax.
