Page 127 of Renard's Deliverance

She was in such trouble right now. Because she was pretty certain that no one else would measure up to Renard.

In any way.

And she was going to be stuck dreaming about the best sex of her life.

With the best man she’d ever met.

But that didn’t mean she wasn’t going to enjoy every moment while she had him.

A moan left her as he drove in deep.

More.

She needed more.

In and out.

But she couldn’t come like this.

“Need to touch my clit,” she told him.

“No.”

“Please, I need to come.”

“You get to come when I tell you that you can come, Gem.”

Such a bastard.

But she wisely didn’t say it out loud. Then he drew out of her and she whimpered.

Then he spun her around until she was on her knees.

“Hold onto the headboard, Gem. Don’t you let go.”

She held on tight as he re-entered her.

“Please!” she cried.

“I want you to come with me.”

“I need you to touch my clit.”

“I touch your clit and you’re going to go off like a rocket.”

He wasn’t lying. She totally was.

“You come when I do.”

God!

Why was he so frustrating?

“Get there! Please! What’s taking so long?” she wailed.

He stilled, laughing. “Was nearly there and then you made me laugh.”

“Well, I didn’t mean to! This sucks.”

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