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I wanted to shove him over the edge and watch the pleasure etch itself on his face. My fingers rubbed his perineum.

“FUCK!” Gideon roared, thrusting wildly. He shouted his euphoria as his climax struck.

His cock jolted between my lips. Hot streams of semen flooded my mouth while he moaned, ecstasy shrouded his features. I worked my throat and drank his essence down, drawing his climax out.

“That’s it, babe. Don’t miss a single drop or I’ll be forced to punish you,” he groaned huskily.

The thought of his punishment had me moaning around his shaft. The threat didn’t scare me, it aroused me. It made my pussy thump and clench, aching for his touch. I followed his orders and swallowed every drop of his release. When I finished, I freed his softening shaft with a slight pop.

On my knees, I panted, gazing up at the long length of his muscular form. Incendiary tingles erupted in my midsection. Gideon was pure male perfection. Before meeting my husband, I never would have had the courage to approach a man like Gideon. But my deceased husband had beaten the fear out of me. I’d already had the worst happen and was lucky to still be alive.

The fresh perspective gave me a confidence I’d never had before. I wanted Gideon with every fiber of my being.

He tenderly cupped my chin. I leaned into the simple caress of his praise for a job well done. After years of being called a frigid whore and lousy fuck, the worship went straight to my head and soothed my battered heart.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous.” His eyes black with lust, Gideon hauled me to my feet. His lips crashed down upon mine, and he pressed my body against the wall. I moaned at his ravenous kiss. He was remaking me one hungry kiss at a time. Building my confidence back while administering the most earth-shattering kisses of my life. In my soul, the realization struck that I could kiss this man for the rest of my life, and it still wouldn’t be enough.

A rabid fervor took up residence. I never thought sex could be this way, a complete obliteration of self.

Gideon’s hand caressed my torso. The rough callouses sent shivers along my spine and pooled in my sex. My pussy pulsed, needing him like I needed air to breathe. He and Axel had unleashed the wanton hiding inside me. There was no putting her back in the bottle.

He shifted the angle of the kiss, dominating me, dragging me even deeper into carnal bliss. Gideon kissed me, and I was blind to anything but him.

One of his hands slid between my thighs and cupped my pussy. I had never felt so owned in my life. The illicit pleasure thumped through me and left me gasping at his fervent touch. His finger swished through my folds, circling my clit.

Gideon wrenched his mouth away. “You’re fucking drenched and I’m starving for a sip.”

He lowered his enormous form to his knees. The way Gideon treated my pleasure with paramount importance spun my head and stirred my loins to epic heights. After years of being discounted and mistreated, Gideon’s care of me went straight to my head. My eagerness for Gideon’s touch was immense, taking on a life of its own. I hungered for his touch, for the sensation of his mouth devouring my sex so I could come all over his face.

Chapter twenty-three

Shopping Trip

Kylie

Gideonliftedmyrightleg up over his shoulder, exposing my pussy to his hungry gaze.

He drew a finger through my slit and then parted my folds. “Fuck. Your pussy is so pretty and pink and wet. And all for me.”

A strangled moan escaped my lips at the first swipe of his tongue against my clit. His dark gaze stared as he ate my pussy. I held onto his head while he lapped at my sex. My mouth rounded. Mewls spilled from my lips.

His wicked tongue danced over my nerve endings, driving my pleasure higher. Until I clutched at his head and ground my pussy against his mouth. Completely caught up in my pleasure. In the way his tongue lashed my flesh, drawing my pleasure out, driving my body higher and higher.

I could fall for him.

The errant thought shot through my bliss infused brain. For them both, if I was being honest with myself and for different reasons.

Gideon was a leader. He was a man that men followed. And even in a room full of handsome men would stick out amongst them because of his inherent presence. It had drawn me to him the moment I saw him standing on the front porch. That feeling had only grown in the days since they moved in.

And Axel, for all his brawn and bluster, was a teddy bear at his core. He made me feel safe and cherished. I loved sleeping within the shelter of his arms.

Pleasure built, drawing tighter within my core. His hands held me steady. He ravished my sex, plunging his tongue inside my sheath.

“Gideon,” I whimpered, my approaching orgasm drew nearer.

He plunged two fingers inside my sheath while he sucked my swollen bud into his mouth. The explosion rocked me to my core. My pussy clenched and fluttered around his thrusting fingers. And my leg holding me upright trembled at the force of my climax.

When he finally removed his mouth, his gaze had turned opaque. He removed my leg from his shoulder and rose to his full height, crowding my body against the tile. His erection pressed deliciously against my belly. And even though I’d just come, I didn’t feel complete. Nor would I until he fucked me with his big dick.

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