Page 74 of Defensive Zone

“Then you’re going to have to be quiet. There won’t be any rumbling dryer sounds to drown out your screams,” he fired back.

Holy hell. He was so damn delicious when he spoke like that.

She let her legs fall from his waist and purposely rubbed her heat against his cock as she lowered her feet to the floor.

His groan rumbled deep in his chest and thrilled her to no end.

“Guess you’ll have to be quiet, too,” she said, putting her hand on the middle of his chest and pushing him back toward the massive bed.

When he hit the bed, she pushed again, and he sat down, his intense gaze never leaving hers. It was overwhelming to have his sole attention like this.

“Pretty sure it’s my turn to taste you,” she said, dropping to her knees and licking her lips to get a reaction.

He groaned again and she smiled.

“You look like you’re up to no good,” he said, his voice like gravel.

“Absolutely,” she said. Then she dipped her hand beneath his waistband and into his boxer briefs, her fingers closing around his hard cock.

“Fuck,” he gritted out slowly, finishing on a gasp as her thumb swiped over the head.

He lifted his ass, shoving down his pants and boxer briefs with the speed of light.

Her smile widened.

“Antsy?” she asked, giving him two slow pumps. He thrust up into her hand, and her lower body clenched. Her bravado was a complete act, but she loved the control she had over him right now.

“You have no idea, Gabi. No fucking idea,” he said, his hands clenching the comforter at his hips.

“I think I have an idea,” she said, and then she shuttled his cock in her hand and took the tip into her mouth. Salt and heat exploded on her tongue, and his hand shot into her hair. He didn’t try to take control as she slowly took him into her mouth with shallow thrusts at first. He just held his hand, his nails curling against her scalp as she moved up and down over his cock.

With each downward motion, she took more of him in, until he hit the back of her throat. Her hand was still at the base of his cock as she adjusted to the fullness in her mouth.

Then she swallowed around the tip. His fingers tightened in her hair, but he still didn’t try to dictate her speed or depth.

“Fucking hell, Gabi. Yes. Fuck. Yes.” The words were garbled from his mouth and she moved up and down his cock faster, twisting her hand at his base and swallowing around the head every time she took him in as far as she could.

She kept her eyes on his until he squeezed his eyes shut and threw his head back, one hand still gripping the comforter as tightly as he gripped her hair.

“Fuck. Gabi. I’m so. I’m so fucking close,” he said, his voice strained.

She dragged her tongue up his length, licking along the rim of the head of his cock, and pumped him in her hand before plunging back down over him so he hit the back of her throat. Tears welled up in her eyes at the sensation, but she couldn’t stop. He nudged her shoulder, to warn her, but she didn’t budge. She wanted to taste him, to take everything he could give her, just as he’d already done for her on top of that dryer.

His body tensed beneath hers, and with a hoarse cry, he flooded her mouth. She swallowed down every last drop, and then she was being pulled up into his lap and his lips were on hers.

“That was amazing,” he said, in between kisses, his beard scraping against her chin in the most delicious way.

“Now, you are wearing way too many clothes,” he said.

She couldn’t strip down fast enough.

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