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Gideon’s eyes turn dark, almost feral as he wraps his palm around my throat, pulling me closer to him. He commands, his voice wild with lust, “Ride my cock, Ariel. I am dying to feel your thirsty cunt come around me.”

I begin to jump on him, my need driving me to lift myself and lower back down onto his hard and strained cock. He meets me thrust for thrust, fucking my cunt deeply over and over. The sopping sound of his cock in my cunt makes me bite my lip to reign in the tumbling moans. It becomes a losing battle however, when his hands move to my breasts, pinching and rolling my nipples. I clench down on his cock and his breath hitches, pulling harder on my nipples.

“I’m so close, Gideon. Please don’t stop,” I half-beg, half-scream at him, my body trembling under the intensity.

“Fuck Ariel, I can’t stop fucking you any more than I can stop breathing,” Gideon wraps his arms around my waist, halting my movements and pinning me in his cage. I see stars as he begins to pound fiercely in my weeping cunt. His thrusts become erratic, the head of his cock hammering on the sensitive spot inside me, and he drives his cock into me with a relentless force.

He fists my hair and pulls hard on it, baring my throat to his lips. I whine at the sharp pain but my pussy walls clamp hard on his cock when he bites on the juncture of my neck. “Come for me, Ariel. Let me feel you come on my cock, baby.”

His words are my undoing. I feel myself spiral out of control and the orgasm explodes in my veins like fireworks. Gideon follows me over the edge with hard thrusts, his grip on me bruising, as he fills my cunt with his cum. Once he has emptied himself deep into me, he gently pulls himself out.

I collapse onto Gideon, feeling limbless. His chest rumbles in laughter as he holds me close, and wrapping my legs around his waist, carries me to the bedroom. He settles me down on the soft sheets and pulls my back against his chest, nestling me in his arms.

“Have I told you how incredible you are?” he murmurs, placing a soft kiss on my temple.

My eyelids feel like they’ve turned to stone, and a yawn muffles my reply. “Ditto.”

I hear his soft laugh against my ear as he cuddles us under the thick and furry blanket. “I bet you’re going to hog all the blanket again tonight,” he teases.

My eyes close, teetering on the edge of sleep, I pull the blanket tighter around me to prove him right. I smile, “Don’t worry, soon it will be just you and your blankets again.”

Just as I nearly drift off, I feel a lingering kiss on my forehead. I barely hear him whisper, “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

Chapter 5

A jarring ringtone slices through the silence, jolting me awake. My pulse races as I realize I’m nestled against Gideon, his hand cupping my breast and the other wrapped around my waist. Desire flares but gets immediately doused when the phone rings again.

Gideon stirs, his body tensing. He reaches over me to grab his phone from the nightstand. His eyebrows furrow when sees the caller ID.

“Hello?” His rough, sleep-laden voice sharpens as he listens. The deep timbre sends a thrill through me.

“Calm down, Mrs. Harris. Tell me what’s wrong,” he says, stifling a yawn.

I see that I did hog the entire blanket and shift to move away, but Gideon clicks his tongue in denial and pulls me flush against him. I feel his morning wood poking my ass and instinctively rub against it. I stifle a laugh into his arm as his breath catches.

“How is he doing now?” Gideon asks Mrs. Harris, who I pray doesn’t hear the simmering lust in his voice. Especially not the moan I can’t contain when Gideon begins teasing me back by rubbing his thumb against my clit.

“I’ll be right there,” saying that, Gideon hangs up, and slips his finger into my throbbing pussy. He adds another finger and begins to pump them in and out of me at a leisurely pace.

“Did you sleep well?” his question gets lost in the kisses he trails from my neck to shoulders.

He expects me to put words together in a sentence when he is fingering me? I laugh at the absurdity of it which quickly turns into a moan when his fingers curl inside me.

His phone rings again, breaking the smell. Reluctantly, Gideon withdraws his hand but kisses loudly on my cheek to soothe the sting.

He sits up and stretches like a panther, muscles clenching in his ripped body. Turning to look at me, he licks his fingers one by one. My insides melt at the fire of his gaze. “Mm, dessert in the morning. It’s going to be a good day.”

I swat at him jokingly and pull up the blanket over my bare body. Gideon chuckles in response and swings his legs out of bed.

“Mrs. Harris’ car won’t start and she needs to take Billy to the vet. I need to go help her,” He informs me, pulling on his jeans, the denim sliding over his strong thighs with a soft rustle.

I sit up, inhaling his woodsy scent on the blanket. Gideon opens the curtains and the glittering sunlight reflects in his emerald eyes. His brown curls gleam like molten chocolate, and shadows define his abs. Thick veins run through his muscular arms, more pronounced around his wrist where he is putting on a black-dial watch.

Chocolate has always been my favorite, but looking at a shirtless Gideon, I realize it no longer holds first place. Last night’s memory of tasting his abs sneaks into my mind, and I lick my bottom lip.

“Ariel, you do that once more and I’ll put that tongue to good use,” he vows with a predatory look.

I shiver at his delicious threat, suddenly desperate to know what he tastes like.

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