Page 17 of Prince of Queens

Without a word, she reaches for my belt, her fingers working with steady, deliberate motions. The sound of the buckle clinking open echoes in the silence, and my entire body tightens with anticipation. Her hands make quick work of my pants, dragging them—and my boxer briefs—down my hips. My erection springs free, thick and aching, and Gia’s eyes go wide.

For a moment, she just stares, her lips parted slightly, her breath shallow. I can't help the smirk tugging at the corner of my mouth, watching her take me in, the weight of what she’s about to do sinking in.

"Gia," I growl, my voice thick with need. The way she’s looking at me is going to make me lose control.

But she doesn’t hesitate. With a flicker of a grin, she wraps her delicate fingers around me, and my body jerks involuntarily at the first contact. Her touch is soft but firm, stroking me slowly from base to tip, and every nerve in my body feels like it’son fire. I clench my fists at my sides, struggling to hold myself together as I watch her, her lips parting as she leans in closer.

The moment her warm, wet mouth closes over the head of my cock, my world narrows to just her—her lips, her tongue, the way she takes me in inch by agonizing inch. A low, guttural groan escapes me, and I let my head fall back, eyes closing as pleasure ripples through me.

"Fuck, Gia..." I grit out, barely hanging on as she starts to move, her mouth sliding down my length, taking me deeper than I thought possible. She pulls back, then takes me in again, her rhythm steady, driving me to the edge of sanity with every stroke.

Instinctively, my hand finds her hair, and I grab a fistful of it, possessively guiding her movements as she bobs up and down. She lets out a soft moan around me, and the vibration shoots straight through me, making me groan deep in my chest. She’s relentless, her lips sealing tight around me as she works, her tongue swirling, teasing, driving me closer to the brink.

My grip on her hair tightens as I guide her, pushing deeper, my cock sliding further into the hot, tight warmth of her throat. She doesn’t falter, her hands bracing against my thighs as she takes me in again and again, swallowing me whole.

"Look at me, Gia," I demand, my voice ragged, possessive. Her eyes flick up to meet mine, glazed with lust, and the sight of her like this—on her knees, mouth wrapped around me, completely at my mercy—is nearly enough to undo me.

"Good girl," I groan, tightening my hold on her hair as she takes me even deeper, her lips stretched around the base of my cock. The pleasure is unbearable, and I know I won’t lastmuch longer. She’s too good, too eager, her movements too perfect. It’s better than anything I’ve ever felt before, and I’m completely at her mercy. But I’m not ready for this to be over yet.

I guide her head back, my cock sliding out between her lips with a pop. She looks confused as I stand, then squeals when I toss her over my shoulder and march into her bedroom before tossing her on the bed.

She’s a vision, sprawled out before me, every inch of her flawless. Gia’s breath is still ragged from what we’ve already shared, but it’s not enough. I can’t get enough of her.

I grab her ankles and shove them apart, climbing over her, settling my body against hers, feeling her softness, her heat. She trembles beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders, pulling me closer, needing more of me.

I position myself at her entrance, teasing her, watching the anticipation flicker in her eyes, the way her lips part as if begging for me without saying a word.

“Look at me,” I growl, my voice low, possessive. I press forward, burying myself deep inside her in one powerful thrust. She gasps, her head falling back, her eyes fluttering shut as her body tightens around me.

“Fuck, Gia,” I groan, the heat of her nearly undoing me. “So damn tight…you were made for me.”

Her body responds to every word, every movement, her hips lifting to meet mine as I pull back and slam into her again. My hands grip her waist, holding her in place as I take her, each thrust harder than the last, and her moans grow louder, filling the room with the sounds of her pleasure.

I lean down, my lips brushing her ear. “You feel that? How you fit around me like you were made just for me? That’s because you are, Gia. You’re mine. Always.”

Her breathing quickens, her hands sliding up my arms, over my chest, her nails leaving marks in their wake. Her body clenches around me, and it only drives me harder, faster, needing to watch her fall apart beneath me.

But I want more. I want to see her completely undone, to watch her take what she needs.

Without warning, I flip us over, pulling her on top of me, her legs straddling my hips. I look up at her, her body silhouetted in the dim light, her hair cascading over her shoulders, her breasts rising and falling as she tries to catch her breath. She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, and I want to watch her take her pleasure.

“Ride me,” I command, my voice rough, filled with need. “Take what’s yours, Gia. Show me how much you want it.”

Her eyes flash with hunger, and without hesitation, she begins to move, her hips grinding against mine as she sinks down onto me, taking me deep. A low groan escapes me as her body envelops me, her heat and tightness almost too much to handle. My hands fly to her hips, gripping her hard as I guide her movements, watching with rapt attention as her head falls back, her body swaying with the rhythm, the sight of her breasts bouncing with each thrust driving me wild.

“Fuck, Gia…you’re perfect,” I breathe, my voice husky with desire. My fingers dig into her skin as I slam into her from underneath, watching the pleasure play across her face, the way her lips part, her eyes half-lidded with lust.

She rides me harder, faster, her hands gripping my chest for leverage as she takes me deeper, her moans filling the room, her body trembling as she reaches for her release. My eyes never leave her, mesmerized by the way she moves, by the sheer power of the pleasure building between us.

I’m lost in her, in the heat of her body, the feel of her wrapped around me, and suddenly, it hits me—she’s the only one I’ll ever want. No one will ever compare to this, to her.

I’ll never get enough of her.

I reach up, cupping her breasts, watching the way she gasps at my touch, how her body responds to me so perfectly. “You’re mine, Gia. No one else will ever have you…ever.”

Her moan is my undoing. She’s close, her body trembling, her movements becoming frantic as she chases her release, and I slam into her harder from beneath, giving her everything I have, watching her fall apart above me.

And in that moment, as I watch her come undone, her body shuddering with pleasure, I know it. I’m in love with her.

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