Page 19 of Gentleman Wanted
“I don’t want you to fuck me because I’m frustrated, Gem,” I swore. Who was I kidding? I wanted to fuck her. I wanted to be balls deep inside of her, right there by the front door. “I want you to be all in this relationship.”
“Then why are you punching Ruin?” Her fingers didn’t stop. She slid that small hand into my jeans, and I bit back a groan.
“Because he needed to be punched. Me and you are none of his business. As long as you know I’m crazy about you, then nothing else matters.” I felt my eyes roll into the back of my head as she fisted me in her hand.
“Crazy about me?”
“Yeah.” My head fell back with a bang against the door as she fell to her knees. I knew what was coming, and I didn’t want to miss a second of it. Forcing my eyes to open, I stared down at her.
And her baby blues met mine.
“I am crazy about you, Gem. “ I didn’t know how I could prove it to her. To all of them. We might not have been physical, but the woman on her knees in front of me, my straining cock in her hand, was everything I wanted.
She didn’t answer me. Our eyes met as the tip of her pink tongue snaked out, licking a long line up my shaft, causing me to swear heavily.
If this was the kind of welcome I would get every time I had a fight, I would fight every single fucking day.
“Shirt off, Gem. Let me at least look at you.” I held up my hands with a grin. “I won’t touch. Promise.”
At least I was hoping I could keep that promise. As soon as she pulled the T-shirt over her head and let her breasts drop free, I wasn’t sure I was able to.
She looked amazing, staring at me with my cock against her lips and her breasts hanging loose.
“You can touch.” Her voice was small, but she didn’t give me a chance to say anything. Opening her lips wide, she let me slide into her mouth. And all resemblance of coherent thought left my head.
It wasn’t just good. It was everything I had been imagining in my head when I touched myself in the shower.
“Don’t. Stop. Gem.” Reaching down, I let my palm slide over her breast. The nipple puckered up. I had the overwhelming urge to push her down and suck that straining point into my mouth. I wanted to worry it between my teeth, tug and nip on her tender flesh until she begged me to be between her thighs.
Tangling my free hand into her hair, I kept her where I needed her. She didn’t fight against my grip as I slid further into her mouth.
“Marry me.” The words left my mouth in a rush, but I couldn’t bring myself to regret them. I might not have meant to say them, but as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked, taking me as far down her throat as she could go without gagging, I knew I wanted her to be my wife.
She blinked, my length still between her lips. And the hand I had tangled in her hair tightened.
Gritting my teeth against the need to empty myself down her tanned throat, I repeated it. More firmly this time. “Marry me, Gemma.”
She didn’t answer, not that she could with her mouth full of my dick. But the silence, only punctuated by the wet slurping sounds she was making, seemed heavy with rejection.
I tried to shake off the feeling. To let myself just be in the moment. Because she was good. Better than good. But it was hard.
I wanted to know what she was thinking. I wanted to climb into her head and read her thoughts because if she wasn’t in love with me the same way I was with her, then the woman giving me the best head of my life was going to break my fucking heart.
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“Gemma.” My hands were shaking as I pulled her to her feet. Watching her swallow my load down was one of the hottest things I had ever seen. So hot that I was still painfully swollen.
Wrapping my arms about her, I pushed my erection into her stomach.
“That was fucking amazing. You’re fucking amazing.” Pressing my lips to hers, I kissed her with all the passion I was feeling. Holding myself back with her was becoming more and more difficult.
Gemma brought out something primal in me. I didn’t just want to be with her. I wanted to own her, possess everything about her.
I could taste myself coating her tongue, mingling with the taste of her mouth. It was enough to make me groan again.
“I can’t wait to return the favour.” I meant my words to be teasing. A flirty joke, so she knew I wanted to bring her as much pleasure as she had me, but she stiffened against me again.
“Why do you always pull away when I mention touching you?”
