One Night A Real Man - Jenika Snow Page 0,7

against his fly, demanding to be free. For me. It was all for me. I became even wetter, my panties soaked.

“Baby.” Before I could stop this from going any further, Devon had his mouth slanted on mine, and he took my lips in a searing kiss. This wasn’t gentle, wasn’t coaxing. He was taking what he wanted, and it felt so damn good.

The groan that spilled from him was loud, and I greedily swallowed it. I wanted more of that from him. With my legs spread wide over his body, my pussy was in direct contact with his raging hard-on. I shifted on top of him, moving along his cock. Despite the clothes that separated us, I felt every massive inch of him.

“Fuck, baby.” He dragged his lips across my jaw and licked and nipped at my flesh. I closed my eyes, loving the scruff of his five o’clock shadow erotically abrading my skin.

I couldn’t hold my head back anymore and closed my eyes, and I breathed out. I gripped his wide shoulders, curling my nails into his hardness, hearing him hiss in pleasure and pain.

“You sure about this?” I whispered, not sure why I even said the words, because I sure as hell didn’t want to stop.

“Oh yeah,” he murmured against the side of my throat. “I have never been more sure of anything in my life, baby.”

Okay then. Here we were, breaking all the rules and not even caring.

5

Leila

I was going to go over the edge and we still had our damn clothes on.

He continued kissing my jaw and made his way down to my neck. The light feel of him sucking at my pulse point had me shifting atop him again. Devon groaned, his hands now on the mounds of my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh.

And then he used the leverage he had on my body to start rocking me back and forth on his dick, letting me feel exactly how hard he was for me.

He created an incredible friction that sent hard jolts of pleasure straight to the center of me. My inner muscles clenched as if trying to grasp something substantial.

“Fuck, that’s it, Leila.”

The fact that he was having just as hard a time as I was with all of this, having just as much difficulty keeping his self-control like me, turned me on even more.

“Yeah, baby.” He started lifting his hips slightly, causing his cock to press impossibly harder against the center of me. “Damn, Leila. I can feel you, baby. I can feel how much you want me too.” Devon had his mouth back on mine, his kisses so hard and demanding that I couldn’t stop from moaning, from begging for more. “I’ve wanted you for so long. So fucking long.” He rocked me on him back and forth. Back and forth. He created a friction that had me trying to catch my breath, gripping him so hard I knew he had to feel pain from my nails.

I could have had an orgasm from this, could have come for him because of the rocking alone.

God, yes.

I couldn’t understand what he was saying, the words blending together as the pleasure grew stronger and higher in me.

“I’ve wanted you for so damn long.” His tongue speared into my mouth, and he touched every part of me.

But in my head, I was screaming, Yes, yes! God, Devon, yes.

And before I knew what I was doing, I was trying to tear my shirt off. Devon grunted and was there helping me, peeling the material up and over my head before tossing it away. He was looking at my chest with so much raw hunger I felt it.

I knew what he wanted without him even having to say the words.

Reaching behind my body, I unhooked the bra and let the straps slip down my arms before falling to the mattress. I looked into his eyes, and surprisingly enough, he was staring into my eyes and not at my breasts. What would he say? How would he feel if he knew he’d been the only man to ever see me like this, to ever touch me like this?

If I were smart, I’d stop this, tell him this would ruin our friendship. The logical part of my brain pushed me in that direction, and I opened my mouth maybe to say that, or maybe to tell him I needed more. But I didn’t utter a word, because he was speaking, stopping me from going on.

“I need you so