Gideon Gleeful Novels & Stories

He’s only a finger's width from my dripping centre and no matter how quickly I thrust myself back against his cock, he refuses to go any further. “This isn’t a sin, Killer.” Gideon hisses in my ear, his nails dig into the top of my pubic mound, forcing the hairs to push him aside so he can find the soft, sensitive skin below. “This is pleasure. Have you ever known real pleasure? The kind that makes your toes curl, your mind fog and your voice turn hoarse?” I tilt my head back as much as Gideon’s lips will allow; I’ve stopped thrusting back onto him and now I’m pushing my hips up to try and force his fingers lower, just a little more and he can squeeze and stroke my clit until I explode aroun

I was satisfied after every time, but could always go for more. The thought of spending his next rutt with him had my cock twitching already. Picturing him squirming and begging for more for hours on end. Filling him up each and every time. Watching my seed run down his thighs. I growled in pleasure just imagining how it will be. "Mordecai," Gideon flicked my nose and I grimaced. He was laughing and shaking his head. "Calm down. There's always later." I perked up and he sighed," I'll hold you to that."

His eyes flick quickly to Claudia and Emilia. Showtime, huh? He wants them as witnesses. I inhale slowly. He wants to play this game? Fine. Let’s both play Elias. Unfortunately for you though I have my very own cheat code now. I blink innocently. Tilt my head the same way I always did when I used to melt for him. “Elias?” I whisper. “Baby, You… came.” His shoulders sag in relief but he still looks confused. He sat next to my bed and held my hand but I could feel his nerves.

“Fair point.” Eventually he eased out. The wet slide made me shiver. Cum dripped down my inner thigh and he watched it with dark eyes, then dragged two fingers through the mess and pushed them back inside me. “Jesus,” I whispered. “Don’t want any of it wasted.” He fucked those fingers in and out slow while his thumb circled my clit. “You’re swollen. Sensitive. Perfect.” I clutched his shoulders. “Adrian—” “Quiet. Let me feel you again.”

Beneath it, an unopened gift box sat. It was my present for Matteo, meticulously planned a month in advance, as I always did. All he had done was grab some earrings off Elena's desk without a second thought. He had been blind to my love and care all those years. He was filled with regret. If he could turn back time, he would never let his pen touch that agreement. He shot up from his seat, intent on tracking me down, but just then, his phone buzzed to life. "Don, we've cracked it. The ones who hit all our deals are the Greco family, the top dogs of Marovia's underworld. Their boss did a stint in Itania, the same time you were there as an exchange student.

Jewel's mood improved as a result of Hazel's attention, but not enough to alleviate her anxiety about tomorrow's event. She sighed and took a break from typing on her laptop keyboard. "No, not at all. Gideon is fine. Careful. Respectful. Gentleman. And… " “And?"

I must act expressionless and it should start now. “Just make sure that you killed James, Gideon. Once you fail to kill him, mark my words James will return. He will take what's his and there's nothing you can do about it. Just make sure that you truly killed him,” I uttered in my blank expression. Gideon just laughed as if he was too sure that he really killed my ex-husband. Seeing that reaction from him, I felt nothing but pain. I am in pain thinking that the real devil has won the game.

“Yes, we’re a couple. We decided to make a go of it. Now can we go back to the matter at hand and stop talking about my relationship with Sophia?” Both men nod with bemusement. We’re about to go through the surveillance when Gideon shows up. He strides into the office with a big goofy grin on his face. We all raise a questioning brow when he takes a chair and slumps down on it with a satisfied smile. “What the hell has got you in such a good mood?” Priest asks quizzically.

Gideon was not surprised by Ariadne's treatment of him. He stood where he was, arms crossed over his chest, watching her walk away with a faint, mocking smile on his lips. “Look at her,” he muttered to himself, his tone dripping with sarcasm. “She’s like a moth chasing after her flower.”

The color slowly drained from Derek's face until it faded into a dull, defeated gray. I turned around and returned to Reuben's side. He looked at me with a faint smile dancing in his eyes. "All done? Then it's my turn." Taking my hand in his, he faced the room of guests and announced in a clear voice, "Thank you, everyone, for coming to our wedding today. I know this ceremony may seem rushed, but my feelings for Celine are not."