Shifting Gears by Melanie Moreland EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Melanie Moreland
- Language: English
- Genre: Contemporary Romance Fiction
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The room was dim, cool, and closed off. The cement floor and wooden
shelves rudimentary. A required spot, but not decorated to please the eye.
Necessary for storage—parts and supplies kept in neat order.
And right now, deserted.
The perfect spot to fuck her.
The door shut behind us, cutting off the noises from the garage out front. The
darkness was welcome, needed. She liked to be fucked in the dark.
She gasped as I pushed her against the shelves, her low moan of pleasure a
quiet sound in the room as I slid my hand up her neck, around her head,
feeling the silkiness of her short hair whisper along my fingers. I cradled her
skull as my mouth descended, feeling that grip of intense pleasure flow
through me when our lips melded. Our tongues slid together, a sensuous
dance we’d done before. Her mouth was hot, wet, and sweet. She wrapped
her arms around my neck, rising on her toes to be closer. I dropped my hands
to her perfect ass and lifted her, groaning in satisfaction as she wrapped her
legs around my waist and my cock settled between her legs, the warmth of
her blazing even through the material of my coveralls. I slanted my head,
taking her mouth harder, the passion inside me sizzling and popping. We
were a mass of touch and sensation. Our hands were everywhere, skimming,
touching, pressing, pulling.
I ran my mouth over her cheek to her ear, my tongue tasting her skin. “You
want me, Shutterbug? You want my cock inside you?”
“Yes,” she gasped as I bit down, teasing the juncture between her neck and
“You ask so nicely,” I teased.
I slid one hand up her torso, cupping her breast, using my thumb to tease her
tight nipple. As usual, she wore nothing beneath her shirt, her skin smooth
under my touch.
“What else do you want?” I asked, lifting her higher, sucking her through the
thin material of her tank top.
She whimpered as I took the other nipple and sucked. Slid my hand back to
her thigh, delving under the loose shorts she wore and teasing the lace
between her legs.
“Oh, I feel you,” I whispered. “Wet and hot for me. You’re aching for me,
“Brett,” she gasped as I slipped my finger under the lace and touched her.
Lightly. Teasing—letting my index finger barely stroke her.
“Yes, I want you. I want you to fuck me. Ease the ache,” she pleaded.
“And what do I get?”
“Me. My mouth around your dick, then buried inside me.”
I grunted in approval.
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