Page 39 of Corrupted Queen

Gabriel’s bulge grinds against me. My head swims with pleasure, and I give myself over to it. I want him. I don’t just want him—I need him. I ache for him. Only Gabriel can give me the sweet release I’m craving.

Gabriel nibbles my lower lip, then presses kisses over my jaw and to the base of my neck, below my ear.

“Make you?” he murmurs in a silky voice. “Tiger, I don’t need to make you do a damn thing. You’re mine, remember?” He squeezes my ass roughly, breath feathering over my ear. “Mine to fuck. Mine to command.”

I am in no position to argue with him because, in this moment, I will do literally anything he says as long as it gives me the sweet release I crave. I am putty in his hands.

Gabriel releases my legs to the floor, stepping back a fraction. He leans over me with a smoldering expression.

“On your knees,” he orders and releases my neck.

I try not to look too eager as I slide down the wall. My heart is crashing against my ribs. My mouth is dry. I land on my knees, coming eye level with his zipper, and I tilt my head back to meet his gaze.

He holds my gaze as he works open his pants. Electricity zings to my core and I swallow hard.

Gabriel’s cock, thick and hard, bobs in front of my face.

He tangles his fingers in my hair. “Suck.”

A thrill worms through me and I open my mouth, running my tongue along the bottom of his shaft as I take him in. Gabriel groans with pleasure as my lips come to the base of his cock and I start to work my head back and forth. It is hard to do in the small space between his body and the wall, but I give my best effort.

His musky smell and slightly salty taste overwhelm my senses. Being on my knees in front of him, worshiping him with my mouth, is so damn erotic that I find myself devouring him eagerly. Warmth pools in my core and I squirm a little, desperate for a little relief. My hand wanders between my legs and I start to rub on the front of my jeans.

Gabriel presses forward suddenly, jamming his cock down my throat. “Did I say you could touch yourself?” he growls.

I whimper, which is the only noise I can make with my lips wrapped around him. My hands come to my sides, but now I only want to touch myself more. My clit begs for the smallest sliver of attention.

“Good girl,” Gabriel moans, and begins to thrust into my mouth.

I can do nothing but focus on my breathing as he pistons in and out of my mouth, grunting. He is using my mouth for his pleasure and I love it. My heart races and my chest heaves with the struggle to take breaths.

Gabriel tightens his grip on my hair. “Look at me.”

I look up, and delectation ripples across his features as our eyes meet.

“You’re such a good girl,” he rasps. “And you’re all mine.”

I moan against his shaft. My jaw is beginning to ache, but I could do this all day, as long as in the end he makes me come as hard as I know he will.

Gabriel presses himself firmly against me, forcing himself all the way down my throat. My throat stretches to accommodate him, and I try my hardest not to gag.

Gabriel growls and pulls back, his cock falling away from my lips. I cough a little, but he doesn’t give me time to recover before he hauls me to my feet and walks me over to the desk. He sweeps everything onto the floor, including his laptop, and the sheer brutality of it makes my stomach clench with pleasurable anticipation.

Gabriel doesn’t waste any time. He lowers me onto the desk on my back, rips my jeans and panties down, and thrusts into me. I cry out in rapture. He covers my mouth with his in a bruising kiss as his hips slam into mine over and over again.

The pleasure that has been building inside of me since that first shiver of anticipation boils over into a heart-stopping orgasm without any further delay. It washes through me with the force of a tidal wave, spreading pleasure from the depths of my core to the tips of my fingers and toes.

My eyes squeeze shut. I float away, and it feels like I’m watching the scene from somewhere high above—Gabriel’s large frame covering mine, the sounds of our bodies slapping together, our ragged breaths and moans.

Gabriel swears and kisses down to my neck. He bites and sucks as his thrusts become more urgent. He is close. I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, and he nips approvingly at my throat.

My head fogs as another climax builds inside of me, like a rubber band being stretched, stretched, stretched …

Snap.

I come apart again. This time I squeeze my arms and legs around Gabriel as tightly as I can, releasing a long, low moan. He groans as I milk his cock, then slams in one last time and shudders with the force of his release.

I catch my breath as the fog slowly lifts. I am conscious of Gabriel’s weight above me, the cool air against my sweat-slicked brow, and the feeling of divine satisfaction emanating from somewhere deep inside of me.

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