Page 94 of Gabriel & Skye

“Oh, Gabe,” I whisper.

He grins around my breast, and we come to a still. “I need to taste that sweet honey.”

My eyes go wide. Oh, wow.

He’s being such a… cinnamon roll… that I have no freaking willpower to stop. Why would I want to stop?

He rolls me off his lap and onto the couch. I need his clothes off. I need to see his gorgeous, muscled body. I need to touch him, please him, and give him pleasure too.

But he has other plans.

He comes over the top of me, nestling between my legs as he spreads them apart.

“Shirt off,” I pant. “Please, Gabe.”

There’s that sexy smirk again as he looks up at me. He’s so much sexier without that CEO chip on his shoulder. He tugs his shirt at the neck and rips it over his head.

I stare at his bare chest in awe.

Holy fuck, this man works out.

“Jesus,” I mutter, running both my hands up from the hem of his sweatpants, over his abs, and up his chest. His eyes bore into mine as I do. He has the patience of a saint because I want him to screw me senseless, right here, right now. “You’re ripped.”

He chuckles. “Glad to know my gym sessions paid off.”

“They definitely did.” I roam my hands all over him as he watches me. Bravely, I move one hand down to cup his dick and he hisses. God, it’s so big. “Pants off too.”

His lips twitch. “If I take my pants off, I’m going to fuck you on this couch and I won’t be quiet about it.”

My eyes are like a bugs as I try to form words. His dirty words do something to me deep within. My core tugs every time he talks like that. It calls to me on a level that I never knew existed. I massage his dick as he watches me, my palm flattening as I try to read his expression.

“Fuck,” he mutters.

I slip my hand under the fabric of his sweats, cupping him through his boxer briefs.

“Oh,” I moan. “I knew you’d be big, boss, but not this big.”

A low growl leaves his throat as he moves my hand under the elastic of his briefs and I mutter a string of profanities. This thing is more of a monster than I first realized.

His lips twitch. “He’s friendly. Don’t worry.”

I grip him tighter and he moans. It can’t be comfortable for him in there. He’s barely got any room to move. “Off,” I encourage.

“Compromise.” He yanks them down to his thighs, his dick springing free as I sit up slightly to see. “Be a good girl and listen.”

I mean, I’ve seen a few penises before in my time, but none looked like this.

I gape, and he seems to find that amusing.

“My eyes are up here,” he chuckles.

“Screw the eyes, your monster cock is a thing of beauty.” I pull on his smooth shaft as he remains on his knees, his hands spread wide on either side of my head at the edge of the couch.

He grins, watching my hand play with him. “So are you going to let me eat your pussy like a good girl while you try not to scream and wake up the littles ones?” He moves over me, pressing his lips to mine. “Would you like that?”

“You’re asking permission?” I don’t know how I manage to form words. I’m too excited about his growing cock in my hand.

“Always.”

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