Disclaim (Deliver #3) 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: 103
Estimated words: 96167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 481(@200wpm)___ 385(@250wpm)___ 321(@300wpm)
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He smacked her hard on the ass, and she choked on another laugh. Christ, she made him crazy. He kissed her again, and this time, with a bruising grip on her hip, he slammed inside of her, buried to the hilt.

“Fuuck!” Pleasure shot through his cock, and his forehead dropped to her shoulder.

“Oh, God.” She groaned and wrapped her other leg around him, giving him all of her weight and the full use of her body.

Adjusting his stance, hands on her waist, he fucked her with every inch of his soul. She tightened her fingers around the branch and threw her head back, crying out with each unapologetic drive of his hips.

“Look at me.” He couldn’t get close enough, deep enough, couldn’t taste enough of her, or wrench enough cries from her seductive lips.

She gave him her eyes, and he held her there, sliding her up and down his length and jacking himself off in her tight sheath. She felt so fucking good he couldn’t stop shaking, couldn’t catch his breath.

Without breaking eye contact, they moved together as one, the rock and kick of her hips matching the force of his. They were wild and electric, a violent landslide of grunts, slippery skin, and thundering hearts.

His lungs caught fire, and his pulse hammered as fast as his thrusts, everything inside him simmering, building, pressurizing. The whole damn world felt like it was going to explode, and he didn’t care. He couldn’t stop. He was so fucking lost in her he didn’t want to find his way back.

They were both panting so hard they couldn’t keep their mouths connected, but he tried, chasing her lips, licking and sucking and swallowing her breaths as he fucked her.

Her tits bounced with the slam of his hips. Her exhales came in short bursts. Then she was coming, screaming, her eyes wide and fixed on him as if blindsided by the sensations. She shuddered and twitched through it, and when she finally settled against him, he pulled back, slipping his cock free and teasing the tip around her opening. She groaned.

“Again?” He bit her nipple, her collarbone, her lips, then sank back inside her. “Yeah, you can do that again.”

“I think…maybe… Yes, please.” She smirked, eyes half-mast.

Reaching down to where his jeans had fallen around his knees, he removed the switchblade from the pocket and cut her hands free.

Her fingers flew to his hair, and her mouth attacked his, wet and hot, eating at his lips and licking his tongue.

He flung the blade near his boots, kicked off the jeans, and rolled her to the ground beneath him. With the solid support against her back, he let himself go, fucking her ruthlessly, powerfully.

Holding his gaze, she moved her body in a sensual dance with his. Her hands glided across his back, their chests heaving together, and legs entwined. Shock waves descended down his spine, gathering at the base of his cock. He tangled his fingers in her hair, his hips caught in a desperate tempo. He wanted to last longer, but knew he couldn’t.

There would always be later, and tomorrow, and forever.

“I’m going to come, baby.” Spasms gathered behind his balls. “You’re coming with me.”

Her eyes flared with concentration. “Kiss me.”

And he did, vigorously, passionately, while fighting the agonizing impulse to release. She flexed and strained beneath him and released a strangled shout against his lips. He stared into her eyes, captivated by her orgasmic bliss, and followed her over.

He came violently, pounding her into the ground, his body convulsing with a series of contractions that pumped deep inside him, ejaculating, filling her up, and the pleasure… Fuck, the pleasure was unimaginable as he groaned and thrust and stretched it out as long as he could.

As their breathing evened out and their bodies went limp, a fog of numbness tingled through him. But he kept his hips moving in slow, satisfied strokes, his gaze centered on his favorite brown eyes.

“That was pretty good.” She pursed her lips.

He continued to lazily thrust, didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to leave the drenched clasp of her pussy. “As sloppy as your cunt feels, I think it was better than pretty good.”

Her expression softened, and she ran her hands across his jaw and into his hair. “It was perfect, Matias.”

Rolling them to their sides, he kissed her tenderly, achingly, with every ounce of love he felt for her. Her arms twined around his neck, and his cock softened inside her, but she didn’t seem to want him to pull out, so he held her closer, kissing her as the sky darkened with the approach of dusk.

They lay there for an eternity, nude, in a bed of grass, surrounded by lemon trees, and he knew. He’d finally succeeded in his pursuit for happiness. Then again, he’d always known that this was how it should be.


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