Page 14 of Stalked By the Billionaire

Gabby

His kiss is all-consuming, and the little growls he makes when his tongue parts my lips make me realize there’s much more to Killian than I first imagined. Not only the way he claims my mouth as his when I never thought he could be so passionate.

As we kiss, I hold onto his chest like it’s an anchor that I need to make sure I don’t float away, as he takes my breath away.

He stops for a moment and looks at me in my eyes, the moment is powerful between us.

His mouth crashes on mine once more.

“Gabby,” he murmurs against my lips, pressing my legs further open and pushing his large, pulsing hardness against my core.

I’ve never had sex before, but I’m ready. I want him and because of that, it doesn’t stop me from wrapping my legsaround his waist, dragging his hardness closer to my needy pussy, wanting more.

He continues to devour me with his mouth, as his tongue trails a line across my cheek, to my ear, down my jaw, until he’s kissing and sucking a sensitive spot just behind my ear.

Then I moan his name as I melt into his arms.

He kisses me so passionately I want more.

Between my thighs, my arousal runs high, and I’m ready for him.

But he pulls away before he presses his forehead against mine. A few seconds of silence lingers in the air before he pushes away from me and rushes off, leaving me high and dry, and feeling unsure of what I did wrong.

The air in my lungs stammers. I don’t know whether to follow him or go home.

Instead, I sit at my desk for a few more minutes and wonder if I should speak to him. Or maybe he realizes I’m inexperienced. Could he tell the way I kissed?

Or was he worried because of what happened with my ex boss?

I need to speak to him. Tell him I want him too.

I stroll out of the office and walk toward the kitchen, but I don’t see him anywhere. I make my way down a corridor, and that’s when I hear a moan coming from behind a closed door.

And I know he isn’t in pain. I know that sound, I’ve heard it before.

I slowly open the door, not knowing what I’m going to say or what I’ll do. Maybe I want to watch.

And I do.

His hand is on the bed as the other strokes at his long, thick cock. The movement is fluid as his hand glides over his cock like it’s silky smooth.

I moan at the sight of him.

My hand slips down the front of my jeans, closing my eyes as I lean against the doorframe, imagining it’s him down there getting me off and not me seeking friction with my own hand.

“Gabby,” he groans. My eyes shoot open, and I stare at him. “You’re not helping me keep you safe.”

“Being with you is safe,” I say. “I want all of you.”

His shoulders stiffen at my words before a shudder wracks through him. I slowly walk toward him, licking my lips seeing his hand freeze as it wraps around his thick cock.

His other hand pulls me to him, until our faces are touching. He tilts his face and he kisses me slowly.

I feel wanton as my hand covers his. He shudders as he jerks himself off with my hand tracing his as I work out what he likes. When I feel I know, I peel his fingers back and take control.

This is already further than I’ve gone with a man and when he looks at me with deep hunger in his eyes, I feel powerful and feminine, like he trusts me to help him do this.

“I need you naked,” he says, his tone low and gravelly.

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