Gabe steps between my legs, spreading them wider, exposing everything to his hungry gaze. My heart hammers against my ribs as he unclasps my front-clasped bra, finally leaving me completely naked under his still-clothed body.
“I’ve been thinking about tasting you again since the first time I licked your delicious arousal off my fingers,” he says, dropping to his knees. His hands gripmy thighs, pulling me to the edge of the desk. His breath is hot against my center.
The first stroke of his tongue makes me whimper. He licks a long, slow path through my folds, groaning like I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted.
“You taste even better than I imagined,” he murmurs against me. “And I’ve imagined this a lot.”
His tongue circles my clit, teasing me. Just as pressure builds, he moves away, licking lower, pushing his tongue inside me. I arch my back, wrists straining against his tie.
“Not yet,” he warns, fingers digging into my thighs. “I want you to be desperate first.”
He returns to my clit, sucking gently before pulling back again.
“Please,” I gasp, my hips lifting, chasing his mouth.
“Tell me what you need,” he demands, his tongue flicking lightly, expertly building me up without letting me fall over the edge.
I’m trembling on the edge of release, my body taut as a bowstring as Gabe brings me close repeatedly, only to cruelly pull me back. His tongue and fingers work in tandem, building exquisite pressure before deliberately slowing as I approach climax.
“Please,” I gasp, straining against the silk tie binding my wrists. “I need to come. Please.”
Gabe looks up at me from between my thighs, his eyes alight with a primal gleam. A bead of sweat rolls down his temple as he continues his torment, pressing two fingers inside me while his thumb caresses my clit.
“Not yet,” he growls, curling his fingers to hit that perfect spot that makes me see stars. “You won’t be coming until my cock is buried deep inside this perfect cunt. Nothing between us.”
The intensity in his voice makes me shudder. His fingers withdraw, and I whimper at the loss.
He rises to his feet, towering over me as I lay splayed across his desk. His hand caresses my throat possessively while the other works at his belt.
“Are you on birth control?” His voice is rough, demanding.
“Yes,” I manage to gasp, watching as he frees his impressive cock from his trousers.
A dangerous smile curves his lips. “Good. Because I want to feel you wrapped around me—breed your pussy with my cum.”
The crude words from his cultured mouth have an addictive effect. There’s something utterly feral in his expression now, intensifying my arousal.
His cock presses against my entrance, thick and hot. He holds himself there, denying us both as he stares down at me with predatory intent.
“Tell me you want it,” he demands, his voice a low rumble that I feel in my bones.
“Yes,” I gasp, my hips lifting instinctively toward him. “God, yes, I want it.”
Gabe’s eyes narrow, the corner of his mouth lifting in a smirk that’s both beautiful and cruel. He pulls back, denying me the pressure I crave.
“You can do better than that, Amelia.” My name sounds different now—darker, possessive. “I want to hear exactly what you want me to do to you.”
I struggle to form coherent thoughts as he takes his cock in hand, rubbing the swollen head against my slick entrance, then dragging it up to circle my clit. The contact sends a pulses of need through my body, making my bound hands clench into fistsabove my head.
“Please, I need you inside me,” I manage, my voice breaking as he slaps the head of his cock directly against my clit. The sharp, sweet impact makes me jerk.
He does it again, harder this time. My vision blurs at the edges as pleasure builds to an almost unbearable peak. I’m so close and wound so tight I might shatter completely when he finally lets me fall.
“Not good enough.” The words are a growl as he continues his exquisite torture, each slap of his cock pushing me closer to the edge without letting me tumble over. “Beg for it. Tell me how desperate you are for my cock.”
I abandon all pride, all composure. There’s nothing in the world but this need, this man, and the release he’s dangling just beyond my reach.
“Please, Gabe! I’m begging you—fuck me, fill me, I need to feel you inside me. I’ll do anything, just please—” My words dissolve into a broken moan as he slaps his cock against me again, the sound obscenely wet from how ready I am for him.
