Page 48 of Forbidden Freedom


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Gemma gasps and tilts her head my way, seeking my lips until she finds them. My tongue is ruthless and demanding, and she keeps up with every single stroke. The way she kisses me is laced with the same fire I see so often in her eyes. The one I’m guessing she’s been trying to suppress for most of her life.

I drive a finger into her pussy, pumping in and out of her wetness, before circling her clit a few times. Then I slide my hand out and drag her pants and underwear down in one swift move before sinking to my knees behind her.

Gemma glances down at me, uncertainty mixed with lust.

I take hold of both of her ass cheeks and give them a firm squeeze. “Bend over the rail and spread your legs for me.”

She obeys, and my cock jumps at her compliance. It throbs even more when I lick her all the way from the front to the back. She wiggles at the contact, and I grab her thighs to keep her still. Then I show her how good it can feel to be worshiped by a man.

After licking her pussy lips several times, I plunge inside her, first with my tongue, and then with my finger. I add another one, and she clenches around me as they press deeper inside her. The second my tongue makes contact with her clit, she moves against me, practically riding my mouth and fingers. I don’t think she’s doing it intentionally, which makes me even hungrier for her. One of her hands reaches back for me and grips my hair.

Fuck me.

This pussy is mine.

“Come for me, baby.” I suck on her clit a few more times, and she comes so hard, I almost come in my sweats. Her moans are all I hear, and they’re the hottest fucking sounds I’ve ever heard.

Her legs tremble around me, and I maintain a good grip on her, so she doesn’t collapse. Once I’m sure she can stand on her own, I tug up her underwear and leggings and stand.

She slowly turns around and stares me straight in the eyes. I wasn’t sure what to expect. Shy Gemma or confident Gemma. Seems like confident Gemma likes to be tongue-fucked.

Her tongue darts over her lips. “That was . . . uh . . . thanks?”

Insanely beautiful and shy is a dangerous combination, apparently one that definitely does it for me.

She takes a step toward me, and my hard cock greets her. It’s straining against my sweats. Her hand reaches out, and she touches the fabric-covered tip, and I hiss in response. Damn this woman. She only has to touch me once, and I’m done for. It takes every ounce of my focus not to come all over her. If what I’ve heard is true and she’s a virgin, this might very well be her first time touching a cock, and, for some reason, I want this to be good for her too.

She moves her hand down my shaft but stays over the top of my sweats. She explores more while I tilt my head to the sky and let out a heavy sigh. I’ve never had an issue holding back my orgasm until now. Until her.

She makes me want to lose control and just be in the moment with her. But bad things happen when I let go. We live in a world where a woman like her can be a weakness that can cause my destruction.

I find my control and snap it back in place. In a rush, I yank down my pants, ignoring the whimpering sounds my cock wants me to make.

Gemma’s gaze drops to my dick, and fuck, the look of awe on her face, mixed with something that’s similar to fascination, has me groaning. Anticipating her touch, I focus on my breathing, but it’s a total waste of time. The second she touches me, my dick jumps in her hand, and when she swipes the drops of precum and spreads it all over my head, I pump my hips, needing and wanting more.

Her hand slips, but that doesn’t deter her, and she instantly brings it back to my heated skin. “It’s so big.”

I shake my head at her innocence, and the fact that my cock pulses in her grasp. I’ve never begged anyone for anything, especially regarding women and sex. But fuck, the words are already on my tongue.

Gemma’s hand circles around my length, and she moves up and down, the pace slow and torturous.

“Harder.” The one word is all I get past my teeth.

Her grip tightens, and as if she can sense my desperation, her strokes come faster.

Once she has a good rhythm going, she seems satisfied enough to avert her gaze. Her gaze finds mine, and she licks her lips. I’m not sure if she’s ready to put her mouth on my cock, but there are other things to do with those pretty lips.

Grabbing a handful of her hair, I drag her closer and crash my mouth on hers. She opens with a gasp, and I devour her, tease her. Worship her mouth like it’s never been worshiped before, needing her to understand something important.

No other man will ever make her feel this good again.

No man will ever be able to make her come as hard as I can.

No man will ever make her go out of her mind the way I do.

I draw back but keep her close. So close our mouths are only a breath away. Waiting.

Whenshecloses the distance between us, I suppress a roar of triumph.

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