Sensing my answer, he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me close.
It’s exactly what I need.
CHAPTER 33
GABBY
I’m still pissed. Lies, secrets, the whole damn thing.
But the way Sasha’s looking at me, the way he tastes does something to me, the same way it always does. The sight of the moonlight across his jaw, the lingering musk of him in the air, is too much. I’m powerless in front of him.
I take hold of the front of his shirt, pulling him close.
“I’m still mad. Don’t you forget it. But right now…”
“Right now,” he finishes, “I’m taking what’s mine.”
Mine. I hate the effect that word has on me when he says it.
I pull him by his shirt, bringing him around the chair and pushing him down onto it. His cock is already hard, tenting his slacks. I lower myself onto him, grinding hard. The pleasure is immediate and totally intense, making stars appear in my eyes.
“Jesus, Gabriella,” he growls. “Just like that.”
He puts his hands on my hips and rolls me slowly, digging his fingers into my thighs as I press my clit against his head through his pants. I want him more than ever.
I slide off and onto my knees, unzipping him and freeing that thick, gorgeous cock. He weaves his hands into my hair as I lock my eyes on his manhood.
My fingers wrap around his base. He’s already leaking, a bead of precum glistening at the tip. I lick it off slowly, savoring the salt, then I sink my mouth onto him. I’d almost forgotten how thick he is, how wrapping my lips around him almost hurts my jaw from the stretch. But it’s all worth it for the taste, for the way he growls when I hum against him.
“Jesus, your mouth…”
I go up and down a few times, teasing him with my tongue, savoring his moan. When I’m ready, I pull off him with a wet pop. I lean forward and grab him by the shirt, pulling him up. He grins.
“You’re bossy tonight.”
“Let’s just say I’m in the mood to teach you a lesson.”
“I’m ready to be taught.”
I lead him to the desk, the moon huge in the sky beyond the window. Before I can give my next command, he takes me by the hips and spins me around to face him, then lifts and sets me on the edge of the desk. He drops to his knees, grabbing my pants and panties by the waistband and pulling them down. Once they’re off my ankles, he leans forward and buries his face between my thighs.
“Holyshit.”
The pleasure is immediate and total. His tongue spears into me, hot and hard, lapping up my juices, pressing onto my clit in the way that drives me wild. I lean back on my hands, my chest rising and falling from the pleasure.
“Just like that, Sasha. Don’t you dare stop.”
He doesn’t. He slips two fingers inside me, curling them just right, my vision blurring, the moon a fuzzy silver disc overhead. His tongue finds my clit, and he licks tight circles with a relentless pace. I rock my hips against his face, chasing every little bit of pleasure.
“Sasha, you’re gonna make me…”
The coil snaps and I come hard, clamping my thighs onto his head, a moan tearing from my throat as I flood his tongue. He drinks it all, his lips glistening and his eyes practically feral when he finally stands.
I hook my legs around his waist, pressing my heels into the small of his back as I pull him closer. “I need you inside me. Now.”
He grins. I’m calling the shots, but the look on his face, that glint in his eyes, almost makes me think that somehow, he’s still in control.
Sasha positions his cock against my slit, and with one deep, slow thrust he’s buried to the hilt. He stretches me wide in that perfect way he always does, the burn so sweet and delicious. We both groan, and he leans forward so our foreheads are pressed together. He kisses me slowly and deeply as he pulls back and drives in again.
