Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76203 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 381(@200wpm)___ 305(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
His hands were moving down my back as his lips sucked and tongue teased. On one side, then the other.
His fingers dug into my ass for a second before they moved back up, sliding under the material of my panties, and sliding them down my ass, so he could grab my bare skin.
I swear there was something almost possessive about how hard his hands dug into my ass.
Or maybe that was wishful thinking.
He released me to continue to slide them down, and I lifted up to get them free of my knees, and off of me completely.
As soon as the material was gone, Detroit was rolling over, rolling me under him, his weight pinning me into the mattress. And I was sure nothing had ever felt quite as right as the feel of him against me.
My legs wrapped around his hips, and my arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly to me when he tried to push up, to transfer the weight onto his forearms.
“No,” I grumbled when he tried to pull back slightly again. Then, more softly, never being the type to communicate well in bed, “I like the feel of you.”
That rumble thing he did? It was even more intoxicating when his weight was pinning me, when I could feel it vibrate from him and into me.
“You’re so fucking perfect,” he said before his lips were on mine again, kissing me hard and long and deep. Until everything fell away. Until all there was in the world were the two of us, and the kind of kiss that felt like it cracked open my chest and slipped inside my heart.
Dangerous territory.
But I couldn’t have cared less right then.
All that mattered was getting more of whatever this was.
My hands were digging into his shoulders as my legs grabbed him more tightly. My hips ground up into him.
On a growl, his pressed down into me, making a moan escape me.
The kiss broke then as he finally pulled away from me, kissing down my neck, chest, stomach.
My legs fell from his hips, spreading wide for him on the mattress as his path continued downward, not stopping until he was sucking my clit into his mouth, making my whole body jerk at the sensation.
My hands slapped down onto his head, holding him to me as his tongue started to work me.
There was nothing slow and sweet about it, no trying to tease me.
He was driving me up hard and fast.
His hand moved between us, fingers sliding inside of me.
Stroking.
Twisting.
Then separating, widening, preparing me.
It wasn’t long before I couldn’t take the torment anymore, before I needed the feel of him, the fullness of him.
My hands were grabbing him, pulling him up.
But he kissed back upward, prolonging the sweet torture for another moment or two before his lips were on mine, and his weight was anchoring me.
My legs wrapped him up again, feeling the thickness of him pressing against me, and I rocked shamelessly against him.
His weight shifted, and I heard the nightstand opening.
I said a silent Thank you to the me from an hour ago who’d put that condom there in easy reach.
His weight shifted away.
Just for a moment.
But it felt like an eternity to my system that wanted nothing more than the feel of him.
As soon as he was done protecting us, my hands were grabbing him, pulling him back down again.
A sexy little chuckle moved through him at my desperation.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured, his lips pressing a kiss to the corner of my lips.
I couldn’t be easy.
There was nothing easy about the ache inside me.
The desperate need for more, for everything.
“Detroit, please,” I begged, my legs wrapping around him again, my hips rocking restlessly.
“Say it again,” he demanded, voice rough, yet velvety-soft in my ear as his lips teased the shell of it.
“Please,” I repeated.
“No,” he said, nipping the lobe. “Say my name.”
“Detroit,” I said, his name sighing out of me as he rocked his hips against me, the head of his cock teasing over my clit. “Please,” I added when he didn’t do anything more. “I need you inside me,” I added, voice a faint whisper. But it was the truth. I felt it down to my bone, my marrow.
I needed him inside me like I needed my next breath.
“Fuck,” he hissed, pushing up to look down at me, eyes flicking fires down at me as he shifted, as the head of his cock pressed against me.
My mouth parted on a gasp as he started to slide inside of me.
There was an unexpected, and strangely satisfying pinch at the way I had to stretch for him.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he groaned as he kept sliding in, kept claiming me. That was how I felt right then, too.
Claimed.
His.
Every inch of me.
“Feel how perfect you are for me?” he murmured as his cock settled deep, taking every inch of me.