Need Him Like Oxygen (Lombardi Famiglia #2) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Lombardi Famiglia Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 80471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 402(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 268(@300wpm)
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“Love, I wouldn’t have to lie to get that,” he said, his other hand sliding down my belly, heading lower, making my breath catch. But he paused just before he could touch me where I needed him most. Before I could stop it, a grumble escaped me. “See?” he asked, turning on his side, his warm breath on my ear.

“Dav…”

“Yeah?” he asked, teeth snagging my earlobe. “Dav, what? Slide my hand between your thighs, and touch your sweet pussy?” he asked, dragging a little whimper out of me as he toyed with my button, but didn’t work it free.

“Yes,” I sighed when his hand refused to move without an answer.

“Are you wet for me?” he asked, lips going to my neck, making a little shiver course through me.

“Yes.” There was no use denying it. I swear I was turned on anytime he was near. Hell, I was turned on just by the idea of him anymore.

“Hmm. Maybe I should check,” he said, pushing the button through, then sliding down the zipper.

My breath felt tight in my chest, anticipation sizzling across my nerve endings, as the backs of his chilled fingers teased across my bare skin.

That rumbling sound escaped him as his fingers slipped suddenly under my panties, teasing up my slick cleft.

“Fuck,” Dav groaned. “I love how much your pussy is always so wet for me,” he said, fingers sliding up my cleft to tease over my sensitive clit.

My back arched at the touch as a little moan escaped me.

“So sensitive,” he said, working me in slow circles.

I could feel him, his hardness pressing against my thigh, making my sex ache at the idea of him inside of me again.

My hand was moving before I even realized I was intending to do so, closing over his cock, and working my hand around it with my palm.

A groan escaped Dav, and his fingers slipped down, sliding inside of me as his thumb worked my clit and his hips rocked against my touch, needing more.

And I wanted to give it to him.

My palm left him, so I could work his pants free, reaching inside, and closing around his length without the barrier.

A growl escaped Dav as I worked him.

“Fuck,” he groaned, breathing hard.

“Dav, fuck me,” I moaned, my hips rocking against his hand, needing more. Needing him.

“I’ll never get tired of hearing you say that,” he said, finding a condom with one hand, then sliding his other out of my pants to protect us as I kicked out of my boots, then yanked off my pants and panties, feeling the cold night air bite at my overheated skin.

Dav moved in at my feet, his hands sliding down my legs to sink into my hips, pulling me up onto his lap. Then, with his gaze fixed on mine, he surged inside of me.

“Fuck,” we both groaned in unison, our bodies tensing, our breaths catching.

My hands reached out, grabbing his on my hips as he started to fuck me.

Fast and desperate as we were both feeling in the moment, too needy for each other to think of anything but oblivion, we rose together, breath going ragged, bodies tensing and writhing.

“That’s it,” Dav said as my walls tightened around him. “Come for me.”

Just like that, I did, crying out into the open night air.

“Fuck, again,” he said between gritted teeth, trying to hold out, to make it last, as he kept slamming inside of me.

I was still gasping for breath when I grabbed for him, using him for leverage to move up onto his lap, riding him as his lips crashed down on mine.

I melted into him as his arms wrapped me up, holding me close as my hips did little rocking movements, stoking the need, but doing nothing to satisfy it.

Not that it mattered.

I was too focused on his lips, in the deep intensity of them, in the way I felt those same warm, confusing feelings for him move across over me, sink into me, fill up all the dark places inside.

It was all well and good until my heart felt like it was swelling, filling up with him.

The exact thing I couldn’t let happen.

I broke the kiss, then pushed him until he moved to lie flat on the dock, the space breaking the spell, but reigniting my desire as he looked up at me with hungry eyes.

His hands slid up my thighs, then under my shirt, reaching to cover my breasts through my bra.

Frustrated, needing more, I reached down, yanking off my shirt, ignoring the way goosebumps spread across my skin.

The rumbling sound that escaped him made my pussy tighten around his hard length.

Reaching behind my back, I yanked at my clasps until they freed, then pulled off my bra.

My nipples tightened in the cold, and the shock of his warm hands on my breasts dragged a ragged moan out of me as I started to ride him, the need a clawing thing as he touched me.


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