Page 47 of Desperate Needs

Lips wet from my own teeth and tongue.

Chest rising and falling rapidly.

Skin flushed.

It felt like every move he made was designed to seduce me.

Every sound.

Every flash of his glittering eyes.

“Damn right. And you’re gonna show me just how sorry you are, aren’t you?” he asked, but it didn’t seem like a question.

Not when he was touching my face like that, squeezing my neck with one hand and forcing my mouth open with the other.

“So fucking pretty, Darlin’,” he growled.

I didn’t know what to expect next. I certainly wasn’t ready when he shoved two thick fingers inside my mouth, almost hitting the back and making me gag.

He backed off a little, but not entirely, and I moaned, licking and sucking at those digits.

And I nodded, answering him without words. I was seconds from full on begging him to fuck me.

Connor hummed and leaned forward, replacing his fingers with his tongue. This kiss was as brutal as it was hot. He squeezed my neck, owning my mouth with his, then pulling away before I was ready.

“Take off all your clothes. Every stitch. And get on your knees,” he growled.

My chest was heaving now as I tried to breathe. But it was so damn difficult to focus.

My pussy was dripping as I dragged off every article of clothing from my overheated body. The fabric felt rough against my sensitized skin. Like it was all too much.

By the time I followed every instruction and lowered myself before him, I felt like I was seconds from just erupting.

Like Vesuvius all over again.

Connor had his pants open and his shirt off. We hadn’t bothered with lights, but I could see him just fine.

And what I saw left me breathless.

He stood before me with the moonlight streaming in through the windows, casting light and shadows around his chiseled body.

Connor was not built like normal men. He looked like some kind of warrior of old with his faux hawk, all those rippling muscles, and the ink tattooed across his torso.

He looked so good, all dominant and tender at the same time.

So delicious.

So utterly fuckable.

He looked like mine. And I wanted him so badly, I could taste him.

“Please, Daddy,” I begged.

“Patience, Darlin’. All good things to those who wait,” he growled.

Then he opened his zipper all the way, keeping his pants on, he reached inside his black briefs and freed his cock from the confines of that too tight fabric.

Holy. Shit.

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