Трейси Вульф – No Apologies (страница 3)

“I’ve got to be inside you, Annalise. Soon.”

She licked her lips even as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed against him. “Here. Now.”

“Right now?” His cock jumped against her stomach, growing harder and thicker—though she would never have imagined it possible.

She could tell he wanted to protest, to tell her all the reasons why sex in this bathroom with a restaurant full of people outside was a very bad idea. But her words had put a picture in his brain—just as she had intended—and his unruly cock was more than willing to accommodate her. Thank God.

She kept her triumph to herself as she nodded and pulled him back against her. “Right now.” She opened his belt and unbuttoned his pants. She gasped when his cock sprang free of the confining clothes—he was always ready to go, but tonight he seemed larger than usual.

Annalise grinned as she dropped to her knees. Her own personal plaything—huge and hot and dying to be inside any part of her body it could reach. She shivered as her own arousal quickly spiraled out of control. What else could a girl ask for?

Leaning forward, she delivered one long, leisurely lick—from the base of his cock to the very tip. He shuddered and stiffened against her, his hands suddenly fisting in her hair. Curling her tongue in, she used the underside to stroke him on the torturously slow return journey.

“Annalise.” His voice was hoarse, strangled, the hands in her hair tightening almost to the point of pain. But she didn’t stop, couldn’t stop. She wanted him to come, to flood every part of her until she no longer felt so alone.

Before he could protest, she took him in her mouth. He was so huge that she struggled for a moment until, with a sigh, she let her throat relax and his cock slid deep—all the way to the base.

“Fuck, Annalise.” The words were whispered, urgent, and sent a shot of pure molten heat directly through her cunt. She was already wet, her thighs slippery with desire, and her muscles were clenching rhythmically—desperate for Gabe’s cock to slide inside and put out the fire that was rapidly burning out of control.

His hands in her hair tightened even more and the almost pleasurable sting turned her on as nothing ever had. Or maybe it was the situation—fury mixed with passion. One hell of a potent aphrodisiac.

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