Whip's Breath (Devils Riot MC: Originals Book 11) by E.C. Land

Author:E.C. Land [Land, E.C.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Knox Publishing
Published: 2021-07-05T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Harper

Somehow or another, mostly due to sheer exhaustion, I fell asleep in Whip’s arms last night. I don’t know how or why, other than there wasn’t any chance of getting out of his grasp last night when he held me to him.

This morning, on the other hand, he’s simply holding me ever so gently in his arms. My head resting on his bare chest. During the night, at some point, he’d taken my shoes off. I’m still in the T-shirt dress I’d worn yesterday while at school.

Lifting my head, I scan Whip’s sleeping features. The last time we were together, I barely got to touch him and being this close to him does something to me. If it weren’t for one of my legs thrown over Whip’s thigh, I would clench them to relieve some of the tension pooling between my thighs.

Damn, if only I could rub against him and find the relief I need so desperately right now. Doesn’t help that I can feel his hardness. A hardness, I might add, that has nothing separating it from me being able to touch him if I wanted to.

And that thought is very tempting. I enjoyed having him in my mouth last weekend when I’d sucked his cock in the shower.

Doing my best to keep from waking Whip, I slowly attempt to shift out of his loose hold of me. Only to have my attempt foiled when he tightens his arms and rolls us until he’s hovering over me.

“Morning, Pumpkin,” he rasps sleepily.

Um. . . oh . . . my . . . God! That voice first thing in the morning.

Holy mother of all quivering orgasms.

Okay, so I know I’m a total dork and read a lot of romance books, but never in my life did I think a man, a hot guy like Whip, could not only look so good as well as sound sexy as hell first thing in the morning.

It takes everything in me to be able to form words, and they’re definitely not the ones I need to use when it comes to him. I need to keep my heart locked away to protect it, but it nearly breaks down the weak wall that’s trying to surround it.

“Hi,” I whisper weakly.

Whip’s head comes down to mine and presses his forehead against mine. His legs are between mine, and I don’t miss the way my dress is still up around my waist, my cheeky panties exposed. I also don’t miss the fact his cock is pressing into my apex, and he rocks himself.

The feeling of him pressing into me sends a sensation like no other straight through me, and I want nothing more than to sink onto his cock and ride him.

“Fuckin’ missed you this past week,” he groans. I stiffen at the quick reminder, and I tamp down the need to want him to slide into my entrance.

I just bet he did miss me this past week. He probably spent it joking with some bimbo about how unexperienced his wife, who he married by mistake, is.

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