I rose to my feet, dick hard as a missile and my body aching with need, but pushed it aside. I focused on her, peeling away the last clothing barriers between us and preparing her for our sensual play's next act. I slid her pants off with ease, revealing the full glory of her melanated curves. Round two was on the horizon, and I’d ensure it was even more earth-shattering than the first.
“Ready for me, detective?” I quizzed, a smirk playing on my lips as I gazed down at her.
My Averie lay bare and wanting beneath me.
Chapter 3
Averie
I’d shown up at Sir’s penthouse looking for a quick release, a rough tumble in the sheets that would leave my pussy satisfied and ready to face the chaos of my detective life once more. Instead, Sir Daniels had me pinned beneath his gaze, his hands working magic on flesh I hadn’t realized could sing such high notes. With each brush of his thumb over my hard nipples, I felt thrills jolt through me, my body responding as if he were stroking the strings of an instrument I didn’t know I possessed.
“Fuck, Sir!” I gasped as a wave of pleasure crashed over me from just the teasing pull at my peaked nipples. It was a new kind of climax, one that left me breathless with its gentle intensity.
“Didn’t think it could be that fuckin’ good, did you?” His voice was thick with his own arousal, his chocolate brown eyes glinting down at me.
I swung my head in a no, dark curls tumbling around my lean shoulders, my full lips parting in surprise. Control was my bread and butter. I gave the orders, ran the interrogations, and led the mothafuckin two-step. But here, under Sir’s commanding touch, control was the last thing I wanted.
Then, without warning, he swept me into his arms. An unexpected laugh bubbled out of me, short and disbelieving. He was all muscle and intent, carrying me through the threshold of his bedroom like a brand-new bride. The room struck me immediately; there were raven-black walls and clean linens, and everything looked to be in its rightful place. Not what I’d expect from a man who ruled the underground of New York City’s crime world.
Sir laid me down on the king-sized bed with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the hard lines of his chiseled, tattooed form. My pulse skittered as he undressed me, his fingers dancing along my tingling skin, sparking little fires everywhere they touched. A shiver ran through me when his lips brushed the sensitive spot above my right armpit on my shoulder, where my heart-shaped birthmark was. His mouth peppered a trail of kisses down my side, pausing to savor the dip of my waist and the curve of my ribs.
“God, you’re perfect,” he murmured against my skin.
As he revealed me bit by bit, desire pooled hot and urgent within me. Every deliberate touch and every kiss laid upon my body like worship stoked the inferno between my thighs. By the time I lay completely naked beneath him, my skin was covered in goosebumps, and I was intensely aware of the ache that begged for his attention.
“Please, Sir…” My plea was a whisper, my fingertips digging into his cool, soft sheets, craving more.
“Patience, Averie. I promised you pleasure.” His words were assurance as his eyes held mine captive.
I, Averie Morris, the woman who faced down criminals without flinching, found myself surrendering to a drug lord who caressed me as if I were the most precious jewel in his possession. And damn, if I wasn’t enjoying every second of it.
I lay stripped, my breath hitching as Sir knelt before me. His large hands were gentle, almost worshipful, as he traced the contours of my body with his fingertips, exploring me like a man deciphering an ancient treasure map. When his fingers grazed the soft, sensitive flesh of my inner thigh, I couldn’t help the sharp intake of breath.
“Found something?” I teased, trying to maintain a facade of control.
“Only what’s mine,” he replied, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk that managed to be both arrogant and endearing.
“What makes you thinkit’syours?” I countered.
“Because I haven’t even gotten started, and you’re already dripping for me.”
I bit my bottom lip, watching, entranced, as he parted my folds with practiced ease. His touch ignited tiny explosions of pleasure that rippled through my body. Sir’s tongue followed a warm, wet stroke that made my back arch off the bed involuntarily.
“Damn. I knew you’d taste like heaven…” Sir purred, his breath hot against my moist skin, sending ice-cold tremors down my spine.
I gasped. “Your words are as good as your touch.”
He chuckled, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated against my sensitive skin. And then, without warning, his lips latched onto my throbbing clit with a suction that was nothing short of sinful. It jolted my entire body, a bolt of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. I gripped the sheets, torn between the desire to pull him closer and the fear of losing myself entirely to the sensations he was luring from my depths.
“Oh,fuck, Sir…” I voiced, broke, raw, and needy.
A flicker of satisfaction crossed his face as he feasted on me as if I were his last and favorite meal. His brown eyes lockedon mine, refusing to blink as if he didn’t want to miss a second of the pleasure he was throwing my way. He was relentless, his tongue swirling, teasing, and diving into my folds until my hips began to gyrate of their own will, seeking more pressure.
“Please…” I inhaled, not even sure what the hell I was begging for anymore, only that I needed more. I needed him to fill me in every way imaginable, and most importantly, toneverstop.
But Sir was a man who played by his own rules. Even as a drug lord who bent the streets to his will, he was determined to draw out every last shiver, high-pitched gasp, and racing pulse of my heart. It was the cruelest type of payback. He wouldn’t give me more—not yet at least—and the denial was a dark, delicious torment that made me want to scream and surrender all at once.
My breath hitched, my body a live wire of sensation as Sir’s mouth worked its magic. The intensity of his attention sent shockwaves through me, yet the tender ferocity in his eyes truly unraveled me. In the charged moment, I felt both worshiped and devoured, a contradiction only Sir could inspire. I was sure there was no other nigga on earth like him. He was one of one.
