Page 27 of Desperate Needs

“Connor,” I moaned, sounding breathless and sexy to my own ears.

“Mine,” he growled and covered my mouth with his.

He kissed like a man on a mission. And if said mission was to turn my mind to mush, he fucking succeeded.

No doubt about it.

“So fucking soft,” he grunted, grabbing onto my ass and grinding against me.

Normally, I would take that as a bad thing. But Connor said it like he was thankful. Like he liked the way I felt.

I hoped that was true because I sure as fuck liked the way he felt, too.

He was so big, towering over me. So strong and hard. His muscled body felt good against mine.

Very, very good.

I’d always been a big girl, but when Connor looked at me with lust and desire glittering in his dark eyes, I didn’t think about that. I wasn’t shy or self-conscious.

How could I be when I could feel his stark need in the flex of his iron hard cock against my soft tummy?

“Want to see you naked, Darlin’,” he said, picking me up off the ground and closing his mouth over my nipple through the lacy fabric of my bra.

“Oh, fuck!” I moaned, digging my nails into the shirt covering his shoulders.

Holy shit.

His mouth felt hot, insistent. He dropped plucking kisses on both breasts, sucking on my flesh and nibbling my skin.

I wanted him naked, too.

Wanted to see those tattoos I saw peeking out from his collar.

Wanted to taste them.

“Bedroom?” he asked.

“That way.” I pointed, and he nodded, walking with me in his arms like I weighed nothing at all.

I flexed my hips, wrapping my legs around his waist, and trying to find some relief for the pressure building inside me.

“Easy, Darlin’. I got you,” he growled, following me down on top of my mattress.

This apartment was not new. I’d lived there about a year, but this was the first time a man had been in my bedroom.

“Fuck, Baby, look at you,” he growled.

His gaze roamed over me, drinking in the sight of my body.

I could only imagine the mess I looked like with my legs splayed, showing him exactly how much I wanted him.

He had one knee on the bed, the other on the floor as he started unbuttoning his shirt.

“Gonna lick your sweet little pussy first. Get you ready for me. You want that, Darlin’? Want my tongue on your cunt?”

My eyes widened.

His words were filthy.

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