Just Pretend

Chapter Thirty-Two

Jason

I need to find a way to tell Gwen that I will murder anyone who makes her react the way she did in the club.

I could see that she wanted to get out of there after that guy made his presence known, but the moment he threatened her, she threatened him right back, not allowing him to get under her skin. And then she just made him say he won't let anyone know where he was in exchange for not reporting his extracurricular activities to his father.

While she has every ounce of my focus on her every movement and breath, every sound she makes, my mind was running rampant with theories as to what that guy will gain in going to the press with Gwen's location.

She looks drop-dead gorgeous in the black lace thong covering her core and hugging her hips and the black fuck-me heels.

I look up and meet her desire-filled eyes, hooking my fingers through the thin elastic bands crossing her hips as her fingers dig into my shoulders.

I pull her underwear down to her ankles and lift her foot out of the ring before switching to the other, caressing her ankle gently with my fingers.

'Do not take these off,' I tell her and she nods when I meet her eyes again. I stand up, skimming my fingers over her skin as I do.

And then she surprises the fuck out of me.

She slides her hands down to my chest and asks me if I'm planning on wearing this shirt any time soon. I shake my head and her hands grip the material tightly.

She rips the buttons off my shirt and slides her hands under the two halves of my shirt; her hands warm against my skin, and slipping it off over my back. I let it fall to the floor, entranced by the woman in front of me,

Her hands trail lightly down my chest to my belt, her eyes lifting to mine.

I can't bring myself to begin to imagine what she's thinking as she deftly undoes my belt with a few clinks of the metal and her fingers find the button; her eyes still locked on mine.

I stop breathing the moment she pulls my fly down and her thumbs mimic the movement mine had on her bottoms.

She bites the side of her lower lip before sinking into a crouch and pulling my pants and boxers with her. I set out of my shoes and clothes; my breath still caught in my throat when she doesn't rise.

My blood thunders in my ears when her fingers dance over my thighs before her hands find the backs of my legs and she tugs me closer.

I want to tell her that I'm not expecting this from her but she knows this. Her eyes tell me that she wants to as she licks her lips.

I raise my hand slightly to cup her cheek and she leans her cheek against my palm before leaning forward and swallowing my cock entirely.

I'm by no means small or average and I see her throat swelling as she takes me down completely.

My head falls back as my hand instinctively slides into her hair. I find myself supporting her rather than forcing her, and I groan deep in my throat when she clenches hers and swallows around me.

Gwen pulls back slowly, her tongue dragging along the bottom of my shaft until just the tip is between her lips.

My breath starts again, staggeringly, and increases into panting sighs of pleasure as one of her hands slide around my outer thigh and joins her mouth on my shaft.

I'm so focused on her mouth and hand that I don't notice her other hand sneaking around to cup my balls; squeezing softly.

I can't stop the moan falling from my lips as her tongue rolls over the head of my cock and I fist my hand in her hair. She moans and the vibration from her lips sends shivers up my spine and goosebumps over my back.