Mated to the Moon (Portal City Protectors Book 6) by Georgette Clair (little red riding hood ebook free txt) 📗

back of her neck and opened it, peeling away her suit and filling the room with her desire and scent.

Adonis curled his fingers on the table.

She’s going to be my death.

The curls between her legs were damp, hiding the most sacred part of her he’d be sure to lavish with plenty of attention later.

“Come here, paqueña, and kneel.”

Goddess help them both because that’s exactly what she did.

Chapter Thirteen

 

Fabiana waited for Adonis to give her some sort of instruction, but he only watched her where she knelt between his legs.

It was decadent, the way she was naked and he was fully clothed, every part of him constrained by fabric while she was vulnerable to the cool air from the AC unit.

“Take me out,” he ordered.

She reached for him, but he stopped her hands.

“With your mouth.”

She’d never done this before, and her stomach rolled with tension. Adonis leaned back in his chair so she had better access, but he made no moves to help her.

It’s now or never.

Gingerly, she balanced her weight on his knees with her palms and used her teeth to grab the belt where it was secured. It was tricky, taking several tries before she got a good-enough grip to pull it from its metal casing. She wasn’t sure how to get the strap out of the hole and pulled back and forth on the slack until she could work it free.

Fabiana blazed a triumphant smile when she succeeded.

“Good girl. Continue.”

The button of his slacks was easier, but she swore she was going to ruin the fabric with her red lipstick. Adonis didn’t seem to care. In fact, he sucked in a breath when she gripped the top of the zipper with her teeth and pulled it downward.

There were no stains on his pants, and she breathed a relieved sigh. Whatever Billie had used on her lips wasn’t rubbing off on anything.

Maybe she had an idea something like this would happen.

His cock pressed against his briefs, begging to be released, the stiffness making it easier to free it as she nuzzled and nipped his underwear out of the way. His scent was strongest here. The subtle blend of spice and heat rolled over her tongue, and she hungered for more.

A pearly bead of pre-cum hung from the tip and she snaked out her tongue to capture it, pulling his musky flavor over her tastebuds. It filled her, spreading through her veins and settling in the pit of her stomach.

I want more.

She traced her tongue over the head of his cock, swirling around the helmet before moving down his shaft and back up again. If it were possible, he swelled further.

“It’s time, pequeña.”

Adonis gripped her head in his large hands—a threat and promise of what was to come—and guided her back to the head of his cock. Fabiana grazed her lips across the tip before he pushed her down.

“Eyes on me.”

It was embarrassing, revealing, but she had committed to this.

Gold met blue as she lifted her gaze to his, and he raised his hips to meet his downward push on her head. She sucked as best she could around his girth. It stretched the sides of her mouth, and her tongue felt awkward as it tried to find a way to rest.

“This is easy as I’m ever going to go,” he warned. “Keep your tongue flat at the base of your mouth.”

She did as he ordered.

“Now breathe.”

Sucking a breath through her nose, Fabiana nodded slightly to let him know she was ready.

“Such a good fucking girl.”

The next thrust was rougher, forcing half his length into her mouth. She panicked and pushed against his knees. He was too big, and she briefly thought of reconsidering this task.

“Breathe, pequeña. You were made for me.”

He hit the back of her throat in rhythm, over and over again. It tickled her reflex to push him out, to be free of him, but she forced oxygen through her nose. Saliva pooled in her mouth and she tried her best to keep it from spilling from her lips.

“Don’t fight it. Your body is doing exactly what it should.”

It was his only warning before he slammed her head down and thrusted harder. The twin motions pushed her farther down his length, leaving her completely unable to stop the spit from dribbling over him.

“Mierda,” he groaned. “Just like that.”

Bolstered by his praise, Fabiana dug her nails into his thighs and let go. She didn’t try to keep her neck straight or learn his motions. She let him do what he wanted. His girth stretched her mouth, squeezing into the tightness at the back of her throat. She took a breath every few out-strokes to keep herself stable.

“Fuck, you are beautiful. Do you know what you look like right now, face flush, your lips wrapped around me, my cock shiny from your throat? Take more, baby. Show me you can.”

He stood and bent over the table, never breaking eye contact. One hand rested on the surface while the other clenched her hair. From this angle, he had the power of his hips to help him move and keep her in place at the same time.

Only his hand at the back of her head kept her from hitting the table.

He moved faster, forcing his cock into her mouth with each glide, growling and groaning his pleasure with every thrust. Watching him—the tightness of his jaw, his canines visible as he clenched his teeth—was like nothing she’d ever experienced.

I did this to him.

I brought him close to losing all control.

In that moment, Fabiana was certain no other woman could ever do that for him again.

She sucked harder, working her mouth around his flesh as best she could. She wanted to drive