Go Deep (The New York Nighthawks #4) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26323 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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“Oh! Clay! Don’t stop!”

Marleigh’s grip on my hair was causing a stinging pain on my scalp, but it only added to my out-of-control libido.

I attacked her pussy without finesse, wildly feeding on her as if she were my first meal in years. The desperation to taste her climax eroded my desire to savor this moment, and it won. I released her legs so I could hold open her pussy lips with one hand and fill her with a finger from the other. “Son of a bitch,” I grunted. “You’re tight as fuck.” I was going to have to break her in a little before I’d be able to fit all of my big, long cock inside her. But I had no doubt she’d take me eventually. She was made for me. And when the fat head of my dick was at her cervix, I was gonna make her come so hard that every drop of my seed would be sucked inside her womb.

The thought came out of nowhere, but instead of freaking me out, I knew it was what I wanted. As soon as I had Marleigh in my bed, I was gonna knock her up—and I’d keep trying until it happened. Then I’d keep practicing for the next one.

An image of Marleigh with a round, swollen stomach sent my instincts into overdrive. I feasted on her with a single-minded purpose, and it wasn’t long before her channel clamped around my finger. “Come, baby,” I growled before sucking her clit into my mouth and curling my finger so that the tip scraped over her most sensitive spot.

Marleigh dropped her head back and cried out, then I repeated my actions, and she fell back onto the counter with a scream ripping from her lips. “Yes! Clay!”

Fuck the bed.

I surged to my feet, ready to free my cock and bury myself balls deep in my woman, but I froze when the sound of an alarm pierced the air.

“My—my, ohhhh,” Marleigh stuttered and moaned. The sound pierced her sexual fog, but her body was still at the height of her climax.

I ignored the sound and used my finger to continue working her through her orgasm, but the haze of need had cleared enough for me to stop before I fucked her for the first time on the kitchen counter.

As her body began to float down from her high, Marleigh sighed and reached a hand out to blindly search for the stupid cell phone. “It’s my alarm,” she panted. Finally, she grasped the device and turned the blaring sound off. “I have to get ready and go, or I’ll be late.”

Shoving my desire back into its corner, I helped her sit up, then kissed her gently one more time.

I glanced at the time when I pulled back and sighed. “Probably a good thing you have to go,” I grumbled. “I have to be at a team workout in less than an hour, and it'd be difficult enough to walk with this hard-on, so working out would be impossible.”

Marleigh’s eyes dropped to my groin, and she spotted the head of my cock, which was poking out of the top of my pants.

“Stop looking at me like that, baby,” I warned when she licked her lips. “Or we’ll never get out of here.”

I set her on her feet and turned her toward the hallway, then smacked her bare ass and gently nudged her forward. She grumbled something as she rubbed the offended cheek and shot a glare at me over her shoulder. But her clear blue eyes were brimming with heat and excitement.

Interesting.

8

Marleigh

I had picked out my outfit for today a week ago, but my brain was so muddled by the mind-blowing orgasm that I stood in front of my closet for a full five minutes before I remembered what I was going to wear. I’d been looking forward to my first behind-the-scenes experience at a fashion show ever since I landed my internship at the start of the second semester. It was much earlier in the curriculum than other students were allowed to have one, but my mom had pulled some strings. She got me the job with an up-and-coming designer who had been linked with several A-list celebrities, and the school wasn’t about to turn down the opportunity to have their name linked with hers.

Even though I was going to be stuck doing all the menial tasks—stuffing attendee bags, placing name placards on the chairs, running last-minute errands if anyone needed something—this was a huge opportunity for me. All my focus needed to be on the fashion show, but I found myself wanting to play hooky. To just hole up in my apartment with Clay and pretend the outside world didn’t exist while I got to know him better. Unfortunately, that wasn’t really an option. So I heaved a deep sigh of relief when I didn’t see him while I headed to the bathroom.



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