Page 49 of Gage (Love Under the Lights 1)

He watched me with laser-like intensity, the fierce desire in his expression an aphrodisiac of its own. When hips started to rock up more frequently, I knew what I was doing was testing his control.

“Is your pussy wet?” he asked, his voice a hoarse growl that made my nipples tingle.

I nodded as I slid my mouth off his cock. “So wet,” I admitted.

“You’re thinking about having my cock inside your tight little cunt, aren’t you?”

“Mmm,” I moaned, clenching my core as I arched my back.

He grinned devilishly. “I love that sucking my cock does that for you.”

It wasn’t just that, although I was loving it. It was everything about him. His eyes, the intensity with which he watched me, the scent of his body, and the taste of his arousal against my tongue. Gage did it for me in every way. Opening my lips, I took him back inside my mouth and showed him just how much I loved what I was doing. When I could tell he was struggling to maintain control, I doubled my efforts.

“Stop,” he gasped, his breathing ragged.

I was tempted to keep going, but that was out the window when he let go of my jaw and pushed out of the chair. I stared up at him, smiling at the way he towered over me. Holding his hand out, he helped me to my feet.

“Turn around, lay your torso down on the desk, and spread your legs.”

Spinning, I did what he asked. The coolness of the wood against my aching nipples made me shiver. I heard Gage divesting himself of his sweatpants a second before I felt him behind me, the hair on the front of his legs tickling the back of mine as he stepped close. Reaching around, he traced his finger in a circular motion over my clit a half dozen times before he moved lower and dipped two fingers inside me.

“Fuck, beautiful, you’re soaked.”

I nodded as I moaned. His answering chuckle was almost more than I could take. When he removed his fingers, I whimpered, but that quickly became a gasp when he set his cock against my opening. He slowly pressed forward, stopping when the head was inside. He stilled then, not giving me everything.

“Gage,” I whispered. “Please.”

“Please what?” he asked.

“Give me all of it,” I begged.

“You think you’re ready for that?”

“Yes,” I hissed, desperate for more.

He gripped my hips with his hands, hissing a tortured sound as he pulled back instead of going forward.

“Wrong way,” I whined.

He let out growl as he surged forward and filled me to the hilt with one hard thrust. I let out a little scream as my pussy clenched around him, the stretch and fullness of having him inside something I still hadn’t fully gotten used to.

I heard my cell phone buzzing from its spot on his desk, but I wasn’t tempted to look and see who was calling. Gage held my attention in a way no one ever had, and I didn’t want to miss a moment of being with him. I forgot all about the phone when he repeated the same motion half a dozen times. A slow pull out followed by a powerful thrust that buried his thick length in me.

“Oh, Jesus,” I gasped, the sensation almost more than I could withstand. “I’m close.”

Gage groaned as he brought his right hand around and started rubbing my clit again. As he did, the fingers on his left hand dug into my hips and he picked up speed. It felt so damn good. I could barely breathe, much less think.

I let out a cry as he thundered into me, and the slap, slap, slap of skin hitting skin filled the room. Pushing back, I met his powerful thrusts as he hammered into me.

“Gage! Oh . . . now. Now!”

The orgasm hit hard, ripping through me like an out-of-control fire. I shuddered and cried out his name over and over as I clenched around him, riding out the pleasure that only he could give. When he let out a roar, and I felt the heat of his come inside me, I arched my back and held the front of the desk for dear life as his thrusts grew jerky and desperate. He bellowed my name; a desperate sound I knew I’d never forget.

The high I felt at that moment was so extreme, I didn’t think anything could bring me back down to earth.Twenty-FourMorganWe stayed in that position for several minutes while we caught our breath.

“It just keeps getting better with us,” he murmured. As he spoke, he rubbed his hand up and down my back soothingly.

“I know,” I whispered, the awe in my tone apparent.

He sighed as he leaned in and dropped soft kisses on the backs of my shoulders.

“As much as I’d love to stay buried inside you all day every day, your phone is blowing up. Did you forget an interview?”

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