Page 83 of Faking It

“Well, consider that when you’re contemplating losing control. If you come, I won’t fuck you.’

He’s cruel. Deliciously cruel. Intriguingly wicked. I’m up for the challenge. I lean forward, muttering against his mouth. “Deal.”

That mischievous look returns. Gideon grins, flipping me over. He pushes me up again and spread my legs, going in, giving my clit a long, hard lick with his broad tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan, gripping the back of the couch.

He licks me again, his tongue running from my entrance upwards, making slow circles on my clit that makes my ass shoot up from the couch.

Don’t come, Ana. Don’t you fucking dare.

Gideon eyes me as his tongue keeps doing that swirly thing, a technique I’m positive was created by the devil. Tension lodges in my center, bubbling. I’m going to come. I can’t help it. I can’t contain it.

But, heavens, I want his cock. I’ve been fantasizing about him fucking me all night. There’s no way I’m leaving here without feeling every inch of it.

He slips two fingers inside me and starts pumping while tongue-kissing my clit, the strokes even more skillful than when he’s eating my mouth. I curl my toes into the couch, close my eyes and think about my naked elderly neighbor.

It’s not enough.

My pelvic floor tightens as Gideon now licks that sensitive spot at the tip of my very erect bud. I’m not going to last. I can taste my climax on my tongue.

“Oh, God—”

With lust-filled eyes, he pulls back, the action also yanking me from my journey to the peak. I fall back to earth with a quivering whimper. My pulse rate slows down. Shivers and warmth flood my body simultaneously. That was the most incredible non-orgasm I’ve ever had.

While I fall back on the couch, harshly panting, Gideon stands, his fingers deftly pulling the buttons on his shirt. His beautiful torso comes into view, and I wet my lips, itching to touch him. I could never get enough from staring at him. To think this is all mine. It’s surreal. I push up on my knees as he drops the shirt on the floor and goes the catch on his pants. His eyes never leave me. My gaze stays fastened on him, too.

Gideon yanks his pants down, and I gasp with surprise. Now I understand why I saw the outline of his cock so clearly. It’s not only the fact that he’s long and thick. He’s not wearing any boxers.

He catches the look on my face and chuckles. I shake my head at him. “You’re something else.”

“Mhm. And you, my sweet princess,” he murmurs, stepping from his pants, “are going to ride my cock.”

His expression darkens as he grips himself. With a gentle stroke and a long sensual hiss, Gideon throws his head back, his dark hair caressing broad shoulders. Another stroke and a groan triggers a groan from me, too, along with the overwhelming urge to touch myself. But I can’t. I won’t. I couldn’t bear it if he denies me.

It’s such a turn watching him masturbate, though. His strong fist runs from the tip to the base, each stroke evoking the sexiest sounds from his mouth.

“See what you do to me, Ana?” he whispers, picking up the pace. “How fucking hard I am for you?”

I nod.

“Answer me.”

“Yes.”

A loud hiss flies from the throat, then he suddenly stops and comes over to me. In one swift movement, he sweeps me up from the couch. Instinctively, I wrap my legs around him.

“You’re going to ride me now, Ana. No holding back, understood?”

That’s not even an option at this point. I’m so aroused, so ready to give it my all. “Yes.”

He settles on the couch with me on top, and I position myself over him. As I bear down, gasping with wild pleasure as his thick length impales me, I can already tell that I’m about to get addicted to him.

Chapter 30

Gideon

Smirking at a funny meme Ana just sent me, I enter the elevator onMahogany Films’executive floor. Just what I needed after the morning I’ve been having, although nothing can kill the blissful mood floating around me, ever since the other night.

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