DARE-TO-LOVE-TRUTH-AND-DARE-DUET-COLLECTION-by-Lylah-James-pdfarchive

Our lips found each other, mad with passion. Crazed and
desperate.
Her thighs squeezed my hips, and my fingers dug into
her waist, so hard, I knew they’d leave my marks. Good.
She needed to be reminded who the fuck she belonged to.
And who owned her goddamn orgasms.
My heart thudded in my chest, galloping like a horse in
a race.
Lila breathed my name, moaning it over and over again.
My balls tightened, and she had a death grip on me, as she
twitched and spasmed under me.
She threw her head back, finding her release with a low
moan. Lila never looked more beautiful than she did right
now.
I came inside her, our eyes locked together. My cum
dripped out of her pussy, running down between her
quivering thighs and coating the bedsheet with our mixed
essence.
Lila buried her face into the crook of my neck, and her
teeth scraped the spot behind my ear. “I won,” she
breathed, with a small breathtaking laugh.
God, I loved her.
I fucking loved her.
“I don’t want you to move,” Lila confessed in my ear.
I didn’t want to move either. My semi-hard dick was
quite happy where it was. I rolled us over, and we laid on
our sides, keeping us locked together. She pulsed around
me, her sex still twitching with the aftermath of her
release.
Lila looked at me with sleepy brown eyes and a tender
smile. Her black hair was stuck to her sweaty forehead,
and she blinked up at me tiredly. Lila still looked so
beautiful. Mine.
“You kill me,” I whispered, my lips brushing the tip of
her nose.