Page 89 of The Naughty or Nice Deal

His eyes widen with surprise and undisguised hunger as I reach for his belt with determined hands.

“Maeve…” He reaches down to cup my throat gently with his large hand, his thumb stroking over my pulse point. “Fuck, just look at you. So beautiful on your knees for me. Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?”

I work to free him from his expensive pants, my fingers fumbling slightly with anticipation. When I finally get the fabric pushed down his hips along with his boxer briefs, his cock springs free, thick and hard and impressive enough to make my mouth water instantly.

He’s big—just like his friends, but with his own unique shape and size. The head of his cock is flushed dark with arousal and already glistening with precum. My gaze is drawn to the droplet leaking from his tip as my tongue darts out to wet my lips.

I run my hand over his length, taking in the contrast between his silky soft skin and the hardness of his cock. His shaft is heavy and warm, and I can feel his pulse throbbing through the prominent vein that runs along the top.

“Fuck. If you keep touching me like that,” he warns, his jaw clenched tight with obvious restraint, “I won’t be able to stay in control much longer. I’ve been fighting to keep my cock down all day while we worked, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you spread out for me on a bed or on your knees just like this.”

His confession affects me more than it should, sending a fresh wave of desire through my already sensitized body. I lean forward to press a soft, experimental kiss to the tip of his cock, tasting his precum on my tongue.

The flavor of him—musky and slightly salty—floods my senses, making me crave more already.

I wrap my lips around his broad head, swirling my tongue around the sensitive crown. Gabriel groans above me, the sound rough and hoarse.

“That’s it, petit oiseau doux,” he praises, his fingers sliding through my hair. “God, you look amazing with your mouth full of my cock. Show me how much you want this. Let me see what you can do.”

I work to take him deeper, using my tongue to trace patterns along his impressive length. He’s big enough that I have to work to accommodate him, relaxing my jaw and breathing through my nose, but his encouragement and obvious pleasure help me find my rhythm.

“You can take more,” he says, voice strained with the effort of holding back. “I know you can. Such a good girl for me, so filthy and perfect.”

I hollow my cheeks and bob my head, taking him deeper with each downward stroke. I can taste more of his precum as he gets more aroused, the salty flavor making me moan around his length.

The sounds he’s making—rough groans and whispered encouragements in both English and French—spur me on to take him even deeper. I use my hand to stroke what I can’t fit in my mouth, getting my palm slick with my own saliva.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his grip tightening slightly. “Your mouth is incredible. So warm and wet. I could come just from watching you do this. Feels so goddamn good.”

I try to take him even deeper, relaxing my throat as I work him down. My eyes water slightly from the effort, but the look of ecstasy on his handsome face makes every moment worth it.

As I work him with increasing confidence, I can feel my own arousal building again despite having just come three times. My thighs clench together unconsciously, seeking friction for the throbbing between my legs.

“Getting turned on again?” Gabriel’s tone is low and hungry, his subtle accent making everything sound even hotter. “I can tell. Your thighs are clenched so tight, and you’re making those little sounds around my cock.”

I make a noise of agreement around him, focused entirely on his pleasure but unable to deny the truth of his observation. But just as I’m getting into a perfect rhythm, he pulls me off his cock with obvious reluctance.

“As much as I love your mouth,” he says, helping me to my feet with steady hands, “I know you’re going to come again. And when you do, I want it to be on my cock. I want to be inside you when you fall apart for me.”

My stomach swoops, and I nod almost desperately. God, I want that too.

He kisses me hard, his tongue tangling with mine, then spins me around so I’m facing the large mirror above the sink, positioning me exactly where he wants me. I catch sight of my reflection, taking in the sight of my messy hair, flushed cheeks, and slightly glazed eyes. I look like I’ve already been fucked, like he’s wrecked me, and it makes my stomach flutter.

Gabriel steps up behind me, his solid chest pressing against my back. I can feel the hard length of his cock against my ass, hot and demanding.

“Look at yourself,” he murmurs, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror as he tilts my chin up with his fingers. “Do you see how fucking gorgeous you are? How perfect? I can’t wait another second to be inside you. I might die if I don’t get to fuck you now.”

“Then don’t wait,” I gasp, arching my back to grind against him even more.

He grunts softly and draws back a little, pulling something out of his pocket. I hear the crinkle of a condom wrapper, then he’s positioning himself at my soaked entrance. When he starts to push inside, I’m still so sensitive that the stretch feels overwhelming, like being filled for the very first time.

“Fuck,” I breathe, my hands gripping the marble counter for support. “Gabriel, you’re so⁠—”

“So what?” he asks, stopping halfway inside me to let me adjust. “Tell me how it feels, petit oiseau doux. I want to hear you say it.”

“Big,” I manage to gasp out. “So big. So deep. Like I can feel you everywhere.”

“Good,” he murmurs, pressing hot kisses to my neck as he works his way deeper. “I want you to feel every inch of me. Fucking hell, I want to touch every part of you. Such a good girl. Made just for me, weren’t you? Look how perfectly we fit.”