SHELBY (Second Chance Novels Book 4) Read Online Free
Author: Kemmie Michaels
body, "are one sexy fucking woman. Seeing you at the bar...all I could think about was getting those skinny legs around me."
I put my lingering nerves aside and look straight into his eyes.
"You want me," I breathe.
"Fuck yes..." he whispers, taking a handful of my hair and pulling my face closer to his, groping my ass with his free hand.
"Well Shelby," he says, leaning back to leer up and down my entire body. "I'm going to fuck you just right."
"And how is that?"
"Hard," he breathes hotly across my neck. "Often."
His lips begin sucking against my neck and his hands begin his promise, grabbing my hips and digging his fingers in. I let myself get lost until he speaks again.
"You're all mine, baby," he rasps possessively.
Right , I think bitterly. I've heard that before .
"Shut up," I breathe, tilting my head back for him. I don't care how long he intends to keep me, but his definition makes no difference. "Don't say anything that sounds like a goddamn promise. I don't want to be yours."
"So bitter," he chuckles, enjoying the taste of my neck, his hand now palming the shape of my breast.
His snide comment pisses me off, but I breathe a pleasured sigh through my irritation with him. I'm getting what I want, but I don't need to be mocked. Still, I keep my mouth shut because I need his desire either way.
He pushes me up against the wall and I forget everything, allowing myself to get hotter with every passing moment. I close my eyes and get swept away in the heat, thrilled to feel hands on my body. His palms press and pull while his knee parts my legs. His denim-clad thigh presses hard into my center and I gasp.
"I like that sound," he says into my collar bone as he jerks his thigh again to hear me gasp once more. His teeth graze my skin as I squeeze his shoulders. I thank the stars his fingers drown out my nagging trepidation. I don't want to think about a goddamn thing.
Thankfully he holds me to the wall and kisses me hard, his desire urgent and pushing away any thoughts I may have. I kiss him with equal passion, losing myself in the fantasy.
"Just want me," I moan as he pushes the ridge of his erection against my center.
"Oh, I do," he says heatedly at my ear. "And I plan to take you, and show you exactly who's bitch you are."
As of that comment, I hate every single thing about this man but his body. He's hot, moves with skill, and though I'm on the edge of tears over what I'm about to do, I'm ready to get fucked by this stranger. I still don't know his damn name. One tear escapes my eyelid as he carries me to his bedroom. Part of me is glad the word foreplay isn't defined properly in this man's dictionary.
"Get naked, baby," he demands with heat in his eyes, leaning away to watch. He may be leering, but I don't want to look at all. I close my eyes and strip down to nothing, wishing for one of two things: I wish I were far away from here, or I wish he'd get on top of me already.
The second wish is quickly granted, and within moments his clothes are dropped carelessly on the floor, and he's got a condom on his cock. What happens next is physically incredible, to be honest. His body is thin-but-toned, and he enters me with obvious skill. His hips roll in just the right way to drive me into the exact pleasure I've been craving. I'm moaning below him, still with my eyes closed. I want to ignore the windows to whatever kind of soul he has, because the tangible side is the only side that counts.
His lips tease my neck deliciously and his hand pinches perfectly at my nipple. I'm enamored with the muscles of his back as they flex and tighten under my nails. Moans of abandon pour from both of us.
"Come on, baby," he says as his pace increases. "Scream for me…"
Without thinking a single thought, I let go. I rock my hips hard beneath him and arch up in total freedom. My entire body celebrates his desire for me. I smile and spread my legs wider, welcoming the delicious tug deep in my
I put my lingering nerves aside and look straight into his eyes.
"You want me," I breathe.
"Fuck yes..." he whispers, taking a handful of my hair and pulling my face closer to his, groping my ass with his free hand.
"Well Shelby," he says, leaning back to leer up and down my entire body. "I'm going to fuck you just right."
"And how is that?"
"Hard," he breathes hotly across my neck. "Often."
His lips begin sucking against my neck and his hands begin his promise, grabbing my hips and digging his fingers in. I let myself get lost until he speaks again.
"You're all mine, baby," he rasps possessively.
Right , I think bitterly. I've heard that before .
"Shut up," I breathe, tilting my head back for him. I don't care how long he intends to keep me, but his definition makes no difference. "Don't say anything that sounds like a goddamn promise. I don't want to be yours."
"So bitter," he chuckles, enjoying the taste of my neck, his hand now palming the shape of my breast.
His snide comment pisses me off, but I breathe a pleasured sigh through my irritation with him. I'm getting what I want, but I don't need to be mocked. Still, I keep my mouth shut because I need his desire either way.
He pushes me up against the wall and I forget everything, allowing myself to get hotter with every passing moment. I close my eyes and get swept away in the heat, thrilled to feel hands on my body. His palms press and pull while his knee parts my legs. His denim-clad thigh presses hard into my center and I gasp.
"I like that sound," he says into my collar bone as he jerks his thigh again to hear me gasp once more. His teeth graze my skin as I squeeze his shoulders. I thank the stars his fingers drown out my nagging trepidation. I don't want to think about a goddamn thing.
Thankfully he holds me to the wall and kisses me hard, his desire urgent and pushing away any thoughts I may have. I kiss him with equal passion, losing myself in the fantasy.
"Just want me," I moan as he pushes the ridge of his erection against my center.
"Oh, I do," he says heatedly at my ear. "And I plan to take you, and show you exactly who's bitch you are."
As of that comment, I hate every single thing about this man but his body. He's hot, moves with skill, and though I'm on the edge of tears over what I'm about to do, I'm ready to get fucked by this stranger. I still don't know his damn name. One tear escapes my eyelid as he carries me to his bedroom. Part of me is glad the word foreplay isn't defined properly in this man's dictionary.
"Get naked, baby," he demands with heat in his eyes, leaning away to watch. He may be leering, but I don't want to look at all. I close my eyes and strip down to nothing, wishing for one of two things: I wish I were far away from here, or I wish he'd get on top of me already.
The second wish is quickly granted, and within moments his clothes are dropped carelessly on the floor, and he's got a condom on his cock. What happens next is physically incredible, to be honest. His body is thin-but-toned, and he enters me with obvious skill. His hips roll in just the right way to drive me into the exact pleasure I've been craving. I'm moaning below him, still with my eyes closed. I want to ignore the windows to whatever kind of soul he has, because the tangible side is the only side that counts.
His lips tease my neck deliciously and his hand pinches perfectly at my nipple. I'm enamored with the muscles of his back as they flex and tighten under my nails. Moans of abandon pour from both of us.
"Come on, baby," he says as his pace increases. "Scream for me…"
Without thinking a single thought, I let go. I rock my hips hard beneath him and arch up in total freedom. My entire body celebrates his desire for me. I smile and spread my legs wider, welcoming the delicious tug deep in my
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