Claimed by The Detective Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 43118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 216(@200wpm)___ 172(@250wpm)___ 144(@300wpm)
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“Oh, god,” she murmurs, and I can’t help but smile before burying my tongue deep inside her.

She gasps loudly, gripping me harder. When I begin to lick my tongue up and down her pussy lips in a quick motion, she responds by thrusting toward me over and over. I can easily control her tiny movements to avoid a bloody nose but enough to let me know how good it is for her. How much she loves every second of it.

I find the nub of nerves, the rosebud at her core, and flick my tongue over it. My efforts are rewarded with a buck of her hips and a shout. She floods with wetness, and the taste makes me insatiable.

My tongue flicks over and around her clit until she works into such a frenzy that all she can do is brace her hips against me, pushing up, up, up, and needing more.

I am only too happy to give her anything she wants, forming figure-eights with my tongue and interspersing them with rapid back-and-forth flicks to drive her wild, pulling back into the slower figure to prolong the pleasure for her as long as possible.

But prolonging it forever is impossible. With a shout, she grabs both of my shoulders at once, almost sitting up straight again, Jenna’s entire body going tense for one moment and then twitching and uncoiling for another, pulses working their way through her as waves of pleasure.

I work her over for a few more seconds until I feel her reach her pitch, then pull away before it becomes too intense for her to bear.

I watch her, the pink flush on her face, the hazy look in her eyes as she looks up into nothing, the slackness in her muscles as the pleasure relaxes her.

She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Jenna

I take another bite of dinner and shake my head. “I don’t think I can eat even one more bite,” I say mournfully.

“Then stop,” Hunter says.

“But it’s so good,” I moan. “I don’t want to miss out on it.”

He laughs. “Then take a ten-minute break.”

“A break,” I consider, then nod. “That sounds good. I’ll just take a break.” I push the takeout container off to the side – the fanciest takeout I’ve ever had.

I don’t know whether Hunter just knows the city incredibly well, much better than I do, or if he pays more to ensure he always has the best.

Whatever the case is, he seems to have a knack for knowing where the best food I’ve ever eaten can be found.

“What time do you need to head back?” he asks, a tension in his voice as if he’s reluctant to even ask the question.

I think about it. “Well, are we going to try and watch my dad again tomorrow?”

“We should,” Hunter nods. “We’ll have to be a lot more careful than we were today.”

I smile at him. “Maybe not being confined close together in a small, private space.”

“Maybe,” he grins. “That’s probably the best way to avoid temptation.”

“Well, if we’re investigating, then I don’t need to go to school tomorrow. I can catch up on the notes from someone else, so missing a class or two isn’t a problem right now,” I say. “So, I suppose it’s down to what time you’d like to meet.”

“I think we should start just before lunch, as we did before.” Hunter rubs his chin thoughtfully, and I can’t help but think of how he looked earlier – how he looked when he wiped that same chin clean after using his tongue on me. It makes me shudder a little. “We don’t have to meet early, in that case.”

“Then I don’t have to leave anytime soon,” I say, which is good because I don’t think I can move very well right now. Dinner was spectacular – and he ordered a lot of it. “I can wait until we finish the movie, at least.”

Hunter nods, his eyes flicking back toward the screen. I get the feeling he actually forgot we were watching it. “Then you’ll have to go.”

I look at him in surprise. Does he want to kick me out? I wasn’t expecting him to say that. Have I overstayed my welcome already?

Does he have some kind of weird thing about not wanting to spend the night with people? Is there nowhere for a guest to sleep?

“Why?” I blurt out because knowing the answer right now is more important than pretending to be cool in front of him.

“Because I made a promise that we’ll wait until tomorrow and make it really special,” he says, not looking at me.

“And?” I ask, not seeing the correlation.

He finally looks around and meets my eyes – and his smolder is so intense it almost melts me. “And if you stay here overnight, there’s absolutely no way I’m going to be able to resist breaking that promise.”



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