Page 76 of Yours Until Forever

His eyes go dark, and a second later, his hand’s on my back, hauling me into him like he’s done playing soft. “I need you spread out under me. My cock so fucking deep inside you.” He curls his hand around the back of my neck. “I’m going out of my fucking mind here, Amelia.”

“I know,” I agree, becausegod, I know. “But I’ve just eaten...like, a heroic amount of pasta, and I’m gonna need a hot minute before you claim my soul with your dick.”

He stares at me for a second, still feral for me, but processing what I just said. Then he swears, “Fuck,” his voice still rough with all that gravel and need, “you’re fucking killing me.”

There’s something dangerously hot about hearing this man say he’s dying because he can’t have me right now.

“Seriously,” I murmur against his lips, “how are you even in the mood for sex? Do men get bloated, or are you just built different?”

His grip on my neck doesn’t ease, and neither does his stare. “I didn’t carb-load like you, Princess.”

Princess.

And just like that, Gage gets me in the mood.

Not for sex, because no way am I up for that yet, but a blow job? I think I’d like to see what damage I can do to this man by getting on my knees.

I slide off his lap and down to the floor, my eyes never leaving his. When my fingers reach for the button on his jeans, his eyes flare hotter, and he spreads his legs like he’s already picturing my mouth on his. Like he’s a king about to be worshipped by his queen. And he fuckingknowsit.

His breathing slows, just for a moment, and I see the control he’s fighting for. But the second I touch his jeans, everything shifts. His chest rises fast, shallow now, as if I’ve pulled the air right out of him.

He watches me like I’m about to undo him completely.

I lower his zipper, being sure to look at him while I do that. I’ve worked out that Gage gets off on eye contact. On me watching him while I wreck him.

I pull his jeans and underwear down enough to take hold of his cock. The hiss he makes as I wrap my hand around him sends lust racing through my entire body. Eyes still fixed on his, I lick the tip. Slow. Sure. And I increase the pressure of my hold on him just a little, just to madden him a bit more, before I lick the entire length of him.

He thrusts his dick into my hand as he growls low, “Fuck, Amelia.”

I take him into my mouth, all the way to my throat, then I pull back enough to swirl my tongue along the underside. He groans again, louder this time, and his fingers slide into my hair. He’s not holding me down, just searching for contact.

I work my mouth around him, taking my time with every inch, learning the way he responds when I hollow my cheeks just right.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he rasps, his fingers tightening in my hair.

His thigh tenses beneath my palm, and I dig my nails in enough to make him feel it while taking him deep again. I glance up, and he pins me with a stare that’s so damn dirty, and then his hips jerk, hard.

A rush of desire crashes through me. That look of his that says he’s barely holding on is all mine. I’m the one doing this to him. And the way that turns me on is obscene.

I pull back and drag my tongue from base to crown. Then swirl my tongue over the head, watching him begin to unravel as I lick the pre-cum. He finally loses all restraint, letting out a guttural sound so raw it vibrates through me.

And then, he’s on his feet and taking his cock from me with one hand while the other fists in my hair, done letting me lead.

“Open your mouth for me, Princess.”

Fuck.

I never thought I’d be so into a man ordering me around like this, but here I am. On my knees, desperate to comply.

I part my lips, and he steps in, sliding himself back past my tongue. His hand in my hair shifts to the back of my head, not forcing, but I feel his need in the way he guides me.

He’s slow at first. Controlled. Eyes demanding mine. Each thrust a little deeper.

I rest my hands on his thighs, but then, needing to really feel him, I slide them around to the backs of his legs, gripping him there.

His breath drags rough through his throat and his hips move with more intent.

“Fuck,” he groans, voice raw. “Just like that.” His eyes blaze with heat. “Let me use that mouth.”

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