Page 68 of The Wrong Groom

The unpolished honesty in his voice sends another rush of heady arousal shooting through me, and I squeeze him lightly as a bead of moisture wells at the tip. I stroke him slowly, a few easy passes, exploring the shape of his cock.

“Use… fuck.” Gabriel’s jaw is tight. “Use your mouth, sunshine. Please.”

The please at the end does something to me that I wasn’t expecting, making my stomach swoop as my heart trips in my chest. I don’t get the sense that Gabriel is the kind of man who begs for much.

But he’s begging for me. For this.

Breathless and turned on, I lean in and touch my tongue to the head of his cock, tasting. I lick away the wetness there, and my eyes drift shut as I savor the salty tang of it. Precum, if what I’ve read in books is accurate.

“Fuck.” The word comes out on a harsh breath, and I feel his leg muscles tense up. “Goddammit. You’re gonna make me come way too fast, I can tell.”

I worry for a second that that’s a bad thing, but when I glance up at him through my lashes, there’s something like awe in his expression. It sends a rush of confidence through me, and I tip his cock up toward his stomach and trail kisses along the underside, working up to the head. Once I reach the smooth, rounded crown, I lap at the small slit there again before wrapping my lips around his tip.

His palm slaps flat against the door, as if he’s bracing himself, as a low string of curses pour from his mouth. I keep going, bobbing my head in shallow movements that slowly grow deeper as I work to take more of him, slicking the way with my saliva.

“That’s it. So good,” he praises, looking down at me. “Just like that.”

I want to give him what he gave me, to make him shake and come undone the way I did, but I reach my limit about halfway down his length. I try to stay there, but when my eyes start to water I have to pull off, gasping.

He smooths a hand over my hair. “Only take what you can handle. You’re doing so well. You look fucking incredible like this, just watching you suck my cock would be enough to get me off.”

I nod and drag my tongue back up his shaft before I take him in again, trying to go a little deeper. This time he rocks his hips forward just slightly, and when I feel his crown hit the back of my throat, I breathe through my nose to suppress my gag reflex and work the underside with my tongue.

“Jesus fuck. That feels amazing. Such a good girl, taking care of your husband.” A fingertip traces along my cheek, and the praise sends a shiver straight through me. He doesn’t miss my reaction, and one corner of his mouth lifts. “You like that, don’t you?”

I hum around him in answer, and my panties go damp when his cock pulses against my tongue. He lets out a rough breath and cradles the sides of my head with both hands, guiding himself in and out of my mouth. I can tell he’s still being careful not to go past what I can handle, and the trust I have in him makes it easy to let him take control.

“Let your jaw relax.” He strokes it lightly, and when I consciously focus on letting those muscles go slack, allowing my jaw to open wider, he groans. “Can you take a bit more?”

I nod as best as I can with the limited range of motion I have, and as he presses deeper than before, the edges of my vision swim.

Gabriel makes a choked sound, and I peek up at him through my lashes, my clit throbbing hungrily. There’s nothing hotter than seeing exactly what I’m doing to him written in every line of his face. He smiles down at me, breathing hard.

“You’re a natural at this, sunshine. I knew you could do it.”

Something almost feral fills my chest in response to his words, and I push the rest of the way down until my lips meet the base of his thick cock. He groans and slides a hand to the back of my head, holding me there, testing me with a few shallow, careful thrusts.

It’s not exactly comfortable. I’m sucking in little breaths through my nose, my eyes watering with the effort, my jaw aching, and my gag reflex threatening to rise up again. But somehow, in spite of all that, I’m incredibly turned on, arousal buzzing through every part of me. I wasn’t sure I’d like this, but now that I have him in my mouth and can see what it’s doing to him, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this sexy and free.

I squirm a little, squeezing my thighs together to try to do something about the ache building there. Gabriel doesn’t miss that either, his intense gray eyes tracking the small movement.

“Touch yourself,” he commands as he eases off enough to let me breathe. Without letting him slip from my mouth, I work my pants down and slide my hand into my panties to find my clit.

Pleasure hums inside me, and it must show, because his face softens even as his eyes stay dark. “There’s my good girl. You’re making me feel so fucking good. I want you to feel just as good.”

I whimper around him as my fingers move. I drag them lower, dipping them inside myself a bit, then bring them back up, and it’s nearly enough to push me over.

“Fuck, you look so good like this,” Gabriel groans. “Keep doing that. I want to see you come before I do. Want to see you get yourself off with those pretty lips wrapped around my cock.”

The unashamed filthiness of his words does something to me, and I bob up and down on him, working the head and the underside of his shaft with my tongue on every pass. Each time he nudges the back of my throat, my whole body throbs with how much I want him.

God, I want to feel his cock inside me.

That thought pops up in my mind and won’t leave, and suddenly it’s the only thing in my head—his large, thick cock filling me, stretching me open. My fingers drop lower again, and I plunge two of them into my soaked entrance, grinding the heel of my hand against my clit as I imagine what it would feel like if it were Gabriel inside me instead.

“Fuck, yeah.” He threads his fingers into my hair and rolls his hips in time with the movements of my head. “Don’t stop, sunshine. Keep going for me.”

I work myself faster, matching the pace I’m setting on his cock, and I swear I can feel his groan vibrate through his entire body. He leaks across my tongue, and my inner walls clench tight, clamping down around the intrusion of my fingers.