Page 48 of Manhattan Secret
Laney is perfect, sucking my neck, biting my collarbone, encouraging me with dirty words I didn’t think a good girl like her would know, and it all curls around me, coiled tight and viciously hot.
Strengthening our fires.
When she elevates her whole lower half from the bed and lets go of a keening sound like she’s in pain, I jerk my head from the crook of her neck. Maybe I’m going too hard at her, like the Laney hungry caveman I’ve turned into, she’s definitely snug.
Stopping isn’t an option, she feels too good, there are multiple reasons why I shouldn’t be acting like an animal, but for the fuck of me I can’t think of one. “Take it,” I groan into her mouth, when I should be asking if she’s okay.
Her nails and mouth and sucking little tongue and hot body serve the purpose of driving me insane. I need to slow down, though my cock vetoes that idea and I shove deeper—right down to the hottest part of her and that’s when I watch her chew on her lower lip, eyes flicker closed, and she splinters in an orgasm.
Talk about making me blind.
Her orgasm squeezes me so tight, I nearly lose consciousness.
Chanting my name, she bites me on the fucking shoulder, and it’s adon’t quit until the finish linefor me after that.
I fuck her like she’s my only religion and I’m her faithful worshipper giving my confession at her alter. I fuck her on her nice big bed with the soft sheets and massive headboard, raw and primal—opening her wide, digging my feet into the mattress to drill her harder.
I note everything to think about later.
How her waist curves in from her flared hips as I hold her down, the taste of her cries when she comes for a third time with just a flick of my thumb nail on her swollen clit.
The arch of her body and the whisper of her “Harder, Lachie,” in my ear.
The sweetness of her eyes smiling at me as she tempts my climax out of me with fast and rapid flutters of her inner walls.
She knows what she’s doing, how easily her body rushes me and pressing my lips to hers, she swallows my grunt as I come and come in hot, riding spurts. Her nails running up and down my back, holding my butt, joining me in the bliss I never want to end.
Jesus. Worth the wait, is my first thought.
Followed quickly by how perfect she feels in my arms.
Softened by her pleasure, warmed by my body.
“Told you we were fucking nuclear hot, mouse.” I track a necklace of kisses around her throat, reluctant to have my skin off hers.
Laney giggles and yanks what hair she can. Thank fuck for it being short.
“Arrogant boy.”
Kissing from her chest up along her collarbone, my lips already addicted to her sweet skin and I suck her neck, so tempted to put my bruising mark on her right there to let people know… to let Kingston know, she’s off limits.
“That arrogance just did you right.” I inform cockily, and moan when she digs her fingers into my sides.
She might still be wary about us, but nothing this good can ever be wrong.
I just have to prove it to her.
C H A P T E R 13
Delaney
I’m going directly to Hell.
I had hard and dirty sex last night with full body orgasms.
Three times until I passed out and for the life of me I can’t fathom how I got myself in this predicament.
Only, I can.
