Devastate (Deliver #4) Read Online Pam Godwin

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Deliver Series by Pam Godwin
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88918 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
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Hard to do with her sweet tongue working against his with diabolical skill. The tongue that had just ruined him for all other blowjobs.

Commanding her to suck him had been gratuitous and narcissistic. He only needed to get her alone to tell her about Camila. But he couldn’t bring himself to regret the ungodly pleasure her mouth had given him.

Just like he couldn’t stop his hands from learning every dip and curve of her shape. She was so damn small, all delicate bones and compact muscle. He could snap her in half. But it wasn’t just her fragile size that turned him on. It was the compliant way she responded to him, the ease in which she knelt and bent to his will.

He let her lead the kiss as he stroked her from tits to ass and back again. Then he took over, chasing her tongue and setting the tempo. Her palms pressed against his chest, her fingers curling in as she met him bite for bite, opening as he deepened the kiss, and sighing as they unraveled into groping, rubbing, heedless hands and grinding hips.

Heat panted through him as he lowered his touch to her cunt and stroked the soft flesh, sliding through the wetness and pressing inside. The clasp of her body sucked him, clenching and pulsing and scrambling his brain.

Goddamn, she was tight. Swollen and slick and so fucking hot. He ached to be inside her. Felt rabid with the need to spear her with his cock. But he was too big. He’d hurt her if he didn’t start slow and gentle.

When she reached between them and gripped his length, he nudged her arm away. She’d removed the condom, which he greatly appreciated during the blowjob, but he never had unprotected sex.

Quickly rolling on another rubber, he positioned himself. His other hand caught her waist, stilling her, making her wait for it.

The elegant column of her neck filled his view, the vein in her throat pulsing wildly. The tips of her stick-straight black hair brushed against the sharp lines of her shoulders. As her greedy hands prowled his body, her thick lashes lowered, partially concealing the lust in her eyes.

She was, without question, the sexiest, most striking woman he’d ever seen. But it changed nothing. She was still a gang member, and he still loved her sister.

This was just sex. An exchange of pleasure and, by the end of the night, information.

She squeezed her thighs around his hips, leaking honey all over his shaft.

“Your impatience only makes me hungrier, sweetheart.” He licked the seam of her lips.

“Take what you need, American.” She licked him back.

Christ, she couldn’t say shit like that to him. As it was, he struggled to keep himself from tearing into her with unrestrained barbarity. And she would let him. Maybe she was masking her expressions, but her body’s responses were honest and real. She’d let him use her savagely and selfishly, let him bite her nipples, bruise her skin, and welt her ass. It was incredibly erotic to know he could fuck this woman any way he desired, and she would allow it.

Because it pleased him.

Because she was submissive to her core.

She’s also Camila’s sister.

The inconvenient reminder gave him pause.

When the time came to talk to Camila, he wouldn’t provide details of this encounter. Wouldn’t tell her how fucking perfect her sister’s pussy felt sliding against his dick, pulsing and dripping and begging to be stuffed.

Fingernails bit into his arms, narrowing his focus on the sexy woman on his lap. She’d waited long enough.

Clutching her waist with both hands, he sank her onto his cock with excruciating slowness. As the suction of her body stretched and clamped around him, he released a low, long groan.

His cock strained so hard and full inside her it was agonizing. He wasn’t even buried yet. Could she take him to the hilt?

The question was answered as she slammed downward and ground her clit against his pelvis. He grunted, and she moaned, scratching her nails down his chest.

Then he fucked her, lifting her up and down, pushing into her, and riding the intoxicating waves of bliss. There were no traces of pain in her body’s reactions, nothing to dissuade him from deepening his thrusts. His balls tightened, and his hips flexed as he devoured the view of her bouncing, perky tits.

He wasn’t a fan of this position, preferred to be on top, but he allowed it for a moment because it gave him unrestricted access to her body. And he took advantage, gliding his hands from her waist to roam her feminine peaks and valleys, plucking at her nipples, and caressing the velvety smoothness of her neck.

The fissured scar across her midsection glowed white against her caramel skin. He traced it, just a steady slide of reverent fingers, but didn’t linger. He would demand the full story from her…later.


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