Ex-Husband’s Regret by Evelyn M.M novel Chapter 469

“Gabriel.”

Once he’s tested the stretch, making sure I’m well-prepared, he adds another, both of them pumping in and out of me, curling up to scrape over my G-spot. It doesn’t take long for my orgasm to build.

Gabriel’s hooded gaze meets mine, our lips only a fraction away from each other’s, while we share breaths in little puffs of air. Whatever he sees on my face has him smirking and another finger circling tightly over my clit.

I grind against him, chasing the sensation until my whole-body shudders in his hold. He keeps pushing, grinding his palm against my clit, drawing it out until I come again, gasping and crying out into the room.

When my thighs finally stop shaking and the stars are blinked out of my eyes, I raise my face to his. Gabriel’s jaw is clenched, and he’s still carrying so much heat in his gaze. It turns me on, and I contemplate asking for another round, but decide I want to take care of him instead. I need it.

I want to taste him.

I push against his chest, and quickly change positions. I move down his body until I’m on my knees between his legs. His eyes widen for a fraction of a second in surprise, before they grow hooded with desire again. When I reach for his pajama pants, he gets onboard with my plan, lifting his hips, so I can pull the material down his legs.

He kicks his pants and boxers off, and I swallow roughly at the sight of his dick. I don’t think it will dislocate my jaw, but it’s going to be a stretch. I feel my core heating and growing wet again just thinking about it.

Gabriel chuckles and my brain melt. His hand reaches for mine, taking it and wrapping it around the head. My hand moves from the head to the base, pumping twice, and his head falls back against the couch. When my lips touch the smooth skin, he growls, and when they wrap around him, taking as much of him in as I can, his hands tangle in my hair tugging and pulling.

That’s all the encouragement I need. I suck and use my hand to pump at the base. I groan around him. His hips tilt with small thrusts while dirty words fall from his throat, encouraging me, begging me not to stop.

It’s thrilling having him this way, at my mercy and completely mine. Gabriel takes ownership of my mouth, just as he did my body, not asking for permission or stopping. He pushes as far back as he can, finishing down my throat.