Gideon didn't give her what she asked for right away. Instead he held her hips in a bruising grip and thrust only the first few inches, rolling them in shallow, teasing circles.
Summer's arms trembled. She tried to force herself farther onto him, but he kept her locked in place with effortless strength.
"Look at you," he murmured, voice low and amused. "Already dripping again and I've barely put it in. I'm sure if our son or daughter ended up a bit messed up in the head, it's all your fault."
"Gideon! ahhhhnnn, stop teasing! Put it all the way in, please…"
He ignored the plea and gave her a few more shallow thrusts, the thick head rubbing deliberately against the same sensitive place his fingers had found earlier.
Summer's breath hitched into broken moans. Her thighs trembled.
"Hnnn… deeper… I need it deeper…"
