Page 55 of The Villain Edit

He’s gentle, at least at first. Slow, shallow thrusts as he tells me how beautiful I am, how amazing I make him feel, how good I am at taking him. I want to slip my hand down my pants, but instead, I glide both my hands over his thighs, around to the back where they meet his perfect ass. The light press of my fingernails spurs him on. His hand tightens in my hair and he fucks me a little faster, a little harder, and I want more. I want everything from this man.

My eyes water as the last bit of his control vanishes—the light exploration of my fingers might have a thing or two to do with that.

“I’m—”

I know. I can feel it build, feel his desperation in each thrust. I want it as bad as he does. My jaw aches, the back of my throat, too, but I can take him.

“Oh, god, Ash—”

He comes with a strangled cry and I swallow him down. His entire body is shaking, his rhythm turning erratic. I take everything he gives me, greedy for more, taking over as his grip on my hair loosens, milking his cock for every last drop.

“Fuck—Ash. Fuck.” With a final grunt, he tugs me off him, letting go of my hair as he falls back against the door. My hair tumbles around me and I kiss down his length, looking up at him as I sit back to wipe my lips with the back of my hand. His smile is relaxed, his eyes dark, and he looks like he’s been hit by a bus in the best possible way.

He has to haul me to my feet when I can’t stop staring at him.

I cup his cheek. “Told you I’m good at—”

Gabe pulls my mouth right to his, kissing me long and deep, even though he’s still trying to catch his breath. In truth, I’m still trying to catch mine, but it doesn’t stop me from wrapping myself around him when he picks me up or laughing when he throws me onto the bed.

Chapter eighteen

Gabe

BeingbackbetweenAsh’slegs is heaven.

There are probably going to be consequences and when this comes to an end I’ll pay for it, but right now, her moans are worth it. Tonight and every night until we have to walk away from each other, I’m going to make sure she knows she’s wanted. Ash pulls off her shirt while I slide her shorts down her legs. Her bra and panties soon follow. It does something for me, seeing her laid bare while I’m still dressed.

I pin her legs wide open on the bed so I can fit my shoulders between them. She tastes divine, her fingers tight in my hair, holding me to her as she rocks her hips. I want to take my time with her, but she’s too turned on from sucking me, too ready for her release. In less than a minute, she’s crying out, her body shaking.

Fuck it. I’m not done. “Give me one more,” I tell her when her fingers loosen in my hair.

“I don’t think I can,” she says with a contented sigh, her arm over her face.

“Ash.”

Her tongue peeks out as she wets her lips, a hint of a smile playing there. “Make me.”

I grin, slipping a finger into her. Another one. For a few minutes, I thrust into her slowly, admiring her soft skin and the way her body is still hungry for my touch, moving with me, taking my fingers deeper. Her arm slips off her head, and she reaches for the bedframe and holy shit. Her arching back makes her tits look incredible.

“Don’t let go.” God, I wish I had something to tie her up with.

Ash flips me off, but her hand goes right back to the bedframe.

“Good girl,” I murmur, bringing my mouth down to her pussy and sucking her hard little clit into my mouth.

“Naughty boy,” she smirks. I give her a light slap to the clit for that, and she moans.

I don’t let her come. Not right away. She plays along, holding onto the bedframe for dear life. She doesn’t beg so much as complain, but considering she’s breathless, I don’t care to put her out of her misery yet. Even if I’m already hard again.

“I swear to fucking g-god—”

It’s hard to take her threat seriously when my tongue makes her stumble on the last word.

I crook my fingers, fuck her faster, and suck her harder. Ash comes exactly like she did on the hood of my car. I don’t let up, drawing her pleasure out longer, until she collapses and releases the bedframe to push me away.

I kiss down her thigh, wiping my face on her soft skin, then reverse direction, crawling up her body. “I love your tits,” I murmur, covering them in kisses.

“They’re fake.”

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