Chapter 91. Pleasure

MICHELLE

“Devon, what are you—”

He growled in response, gripping on my hips tightly, his lips were back on my skin, started to kiss all over my wetness, everywhere except for the one spot where my body was begging to touch. I moaned in protest at the anticipation. He smiled against the inside of my thigh as if he was teasing me. He was absolutely enjoying my torture.

I threw my head back, avoiding eye contact with him. “Devon, please…” I pleaded, my voice filled with want, desire, and need for I was longing for him. The way I said his name with a shaky breath did it, and I felt him get up before his mouth once again claimed mine. Our tongues battled, each fighting for dominance, while our lower body rubbed against each other, easing the tight pressure.

“Michelle…” he moaned my name against my neck, almost painfully, while I let out a soft, damn sexual purrs I never thought I could.

I continued to move my hips. I was experiencing a tremendous throb, and