Page 89 of Shadowed Obsession

“Doe, wait. Our first time willnotbe in my fucking truck,” he demands, removing his hand to press a button on his sun visor.

My garage door opens behind us, and I shake my head in disbelief. “You have a remote formygarage?”

“Claro que sí,” he says with a smug smile, holding me close as he parks and closes the door. He steps out of the truck, holding me in his arms with ease as we walk toward the door. “Remember what you asked for,” he reminds me with a smack on my ass as we enter the house.

Finally, my shadow has stepped into the light, and I’ll do anything to keep him here.

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homewrecker

Deirdre

9:17 p.m. | 42 minutes after ‘the eighth incident’

We’re a tangle of limbs and tongues as we stumble into the house. Our hands roam each other in a race against time, though we finally have plenty.

I’veneverbeen more desperate to be touched. I kick off my shoes, and he does the same. Even while excited, he still remembers to respect my home.

He’ll be rewarded for that.

He breaks our kiss abruptly and takes off for the kitchen in a hurry.

“I ruined your date, I can’t ruin dinner, too,” he says.

And just like that, I’m a puddle, observing him navigate my kitchen comfortably as if he’s always lived here. He carefully removes the dish from the oven and is back to me in no time.

“I madepernil y arroz con gandules. Now, where were we?” he asks, and before I can respond, my back is against the wall as he gathers my wrists to hold above my head.

His free hand lifts the hem of my dress, and he studies me as his rough fingers trace my seam, taking pleasure in my mewls for more.

He roughly tugs at my waistband, ripping away the lace clinging to my wetness, slipping remnants of the fabric in his pocket.

As if he needs a memento of this night.

“You’re so fucking wet for me,” he growls, dropping to his knees, balling the hem of my dress. “I need to taste your pretty pussy,” he groans and flattens his tongue over my needy center.

Fiery eyes study my every reaction to his worship. Generous kisses travel from my stomach to inner thighs, taking time to appreciate what’s before him.

He savors the moment, pressing his nose against me as he takes in my scent and his effect on my body. His touch is patient and precise, a sweet tormenting appetizer before he devours me.

Even when rough, he’s an attentive student, taking notes of pleasure to memorize. His tongue plunges inside of me without warning, and I ride it willingly, working my channel as his nose teases my swollen bud.

He tortures my needy pussy with swirls and flicks before latching onto my clit. I grind my hips into his face as my legs tremble beneath me. Rough, calloused hands hold me steady as my nails claw the wall.

“Right there. Don’t stop,” I breathe, and he obeys, sucking harder as his thumb toys with my other hole.

“Come in my mouth, Doe,” he orders before filling his mouth once more. Moans and hums vibrate against my clit, and I obey, screaming for him as he decorates my sensitive pussy with teasing licks.

When he stands before me, his beard is drenched and it’s so fucking sexy.

“You taste so fucking good,” he praises, leaning in for a kiss, and I command his mouth. I moan around his tongue as he explores my curves, parting my legs to slip a finger inside me.

“You’re so greedy, clenching as soon as I touch you. Did you need this, baby?”

I nod eagerly. “More, please?” I beg.

He inserts a second finger, pumping at a delicious pace as I buck into his palm.

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