Gluttony by Webster K

Author:Webster, K
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: The Elite Seven Series, #5
Publisher: K Webster
Published: 2019-04-14T16:00:00+00:00

Pleasure zings through me. All over—everywhere at once. A moan escapes me. In my dream, God is mine. He’s not an enemy, he’s a lover. I grip his hair and buck my hips, desperate for more. As awareness bleeds into my senses, I realize I’m very much awake. God isn’t a dream. His thick, muscular thigh is between mine, and I’m shamelessly riding the muscle as though it’ll bring me to orgasm. He pinches my nipple under my shirt, making me groan. I feel his lips smile on my throat.

Whoa.

How did we get here?

“Z, I can’t get enough of you. I want it all,” he murmurs hotly against my skin. “I want to feast on you forever. Only you. I’ve never wanted someone or something so badly in my life. You’ve consumed my every thought.”

I whimper when his palm slides around to my back, leaving my nipple aching, then down into my shorts. He grips my bare ass and pulls one cheek to the side. My pussy seems to open from this action. When his thigh rubs against my center this time, I shudder from the delicious feeling.

“God,” I choke out. “Oh, God.”

He sucks on my neck and continues his relentless rubbing against my clit through my sleep shorts. His fingers slide along the crack of my ass, exploring me like it’s his every right. I don’t stop him. I grind on his thigh like it’s my own personal climax horse, desperate to ride it into oblivion. When pleasure ripples through me, I know he’s won. Whatever game he’s playing with me, he’s much better at it. It has nothing to do with money. This man is smooth. Too smooth. His fingers slide along my crack again, reaching deeper into my shorts, searching for the heat of my pussy. When a fingertip slides against my wetness, I let out a choked sound of embarrassment, pushing at his chest.

“G-Get away from me,” I cry out.

He jerks his hand away and pulls back, his brows furrowed together in concern. “Are you having a headache?”

“What? No. You’re my headache,” I snap. Tears burn in my eyes. I’m so weak with him. I don’t even know him. He’s the man who hurt me, yet I’m allowing him to touch me where no one has ever touched me before.

“Zemira,” he rasps. “Please.”

“Just go.”

He frowns, but slides out of the bed. I lie on my side, ignoring the buzzing still humming through me after my orgasm. Five minutes later, the door slams shut behind him.

Good. It’s for the best. I need to be alone.

My twisted, aching heart disagrees.

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