Page 25 of The Billionaire Alpha's Surprise Baby

Garrett’s lips are firm and demanding as he ravages my mouth. He kisses me with an all-consuming possessiveness that sets my whole body on fire. His hands come down to clutch my waist, hauling me into his lap.

I gasp as I land with my legs splayed around him, his hardness pressing into my thigh. Opening my mouth wider for him, I thrust my fingers into his burnished chestnut curls, delighting in the scrape of his stubble against my tender skin.

Garrett kisses with a fierce urgency that unlocks something wild inside me. I can taste his barely restrained need, and it stokes my own burning desire.

His hot, wet tongue enters me with a purposefulness that sends a surge of heat gushing between my legs.

I need to feel him, skin to skin.

Reaching down to capture the hem of his sweatshirt, I tug it up over his head.

Fuck.

I’m sitting in the lap of a Greek god with sculpted pecs, bulging biceps, and an actual freakin’ eight pack.

Garrett goes still as I look him over, torn between intimidation and the insistent hum of desire coursing through my body.

“Like what you see, angel?” Garrett rasps, his cocky bravado somewhat tempered by the hint of nerves in his voice.

I don’t answer him right away. Garrett is the only man who’s ever been inside me, and now that I’m straddling his lap, my body feels as though it might explode if I don’t seat myself down on his cock — and fast.

I dip my head and flick out my tongue to tease his nipple before licking a trail down his ribs toward his waistline. Sliding out of his lap, I lift the hem of my sweatshirt and pull it over my head. It lands on the floor next to his, and I shimmy out of my pants.

I kneel before him in a pink bra that barely contains my swollen breasts and a matching lace thong. Garrett’s swollen red lips part as he takes me in, and his perfectly straight upper teeth come down to bite his lower lip.

Feeling emboldened, I reach for the waistband of Garrett’s pants, and his eyebrows shoot up. “Angel, you don’t have to —”

“I want to,” I say, my voice coming out husky with need.

Lifting his hips, Garrett helps me by sliding off his sweats, and his erection springs free.

Immediately, I’m second-guessing my decision. His bulging cock is so thick I can’t get my fingers all the way around it, and a sticky bead of precum is glistening at the tip. But I’ve never been one to back down from a challenge, so I lick my lips and grip the base of his shaft before taking him into my mouth.

He lets out a soft hiss as I wrap my lips around him, his eyes fluttering closed as he tilts his head back. I gag when the tip of him hits the back of my throat, and Garrett’s eyes fly open.

“Sorry, angel.”

I blink to clear the tears from my eyes and try to relax my jaw, taking more of his thick length into my mouth.

It takes me a few minutes to find my rhythm, using my hands and tongue to make him come apart. Finally, I manage to open my throat and take in all of him at once.

“Fuck, Ava!” Garrett rasps, his dick twitching against my tongue. He’s gripping the sides of his chair for dear life, his pecs bulging as he tries to hold back.

My chest swells with pride that I’m having that effect on him, but after a couple more thrusts, he stills me with a gentle hand on my cheek.

I look up to find him staring at me with those midnight-blue eyes ablaze. “Oh, no, angel. It’s been months since I was inside your sweet virgin cunt. Tonight, I’m gonna make you come until you scream my name, and then I’m going to fuck that tight little pussy.”

Heat singes my cheeks at the filthy words coming out of Garrett’s mouth, but I don’t have time to feel self-conscious. He leans forward to capture my lips in a scorching kiss, pulling me to my feet.

He clears the table with a sweep of his arm, sending dishes and glassware flying. My water glass shatters into a million pieces, and chunks of leftover macaroni scatter all over the rug.

Garrett pretends not to notice as he lifts me up onto the table and yanks my soaking-wet panties to the side. I moan as his hot, wet mouth engulfs my pussy — his tongue thrusting inside me with all the skillfulness he displayed with his kiss.

“Mmm. You taste so good, angel,” he rumbles against me, the vibration of his words sending little bolts of lightning shooting through my crotch.

Parting my slick folds with his fingers, Garrett spreads me apart and dips down to lick me from ass to clit.

I squeak as he teases my back entrance before brushing up against that sensitive bundle of nerves between my legs. It’s been such a long time since he’s touched me — even since I’ve touched myself — that I feel like a powder keg about to explode.

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