Low Sided by A.J. Downey (best detective novels of all time txt) 📕

When her pussy rippled around me and she lost it, I lost it with her. I came so hard it was like an out-of-body experience. Goddamn, it felt so good it hurt, my cock jettisoning over, and over, and over. Thick, hot, white streamers of cum decorating her stomach, all the way to her tits as flashbulbs went off behind my eyes calming to the occasional silver tracer or spark at the edge of my vision.

I collapsed over her, her fingers twining in the back of my hair as I rested, panting, my cheek against her shoulder, sweat dewing our skins, cooling in the ambient air of the room that was deeply perfumed with our sex.

“That was…” she gasped, gulping in air, “amazing.”

“You’re amazing,” I returned when I could breathe again.

She laughed, her legs quivering around me.

“I think we need another bath,” she murmured.

“Just let me get my legs back,” I said, and she laughed again, the sweetest sound at once rich and soothing to my soul.

“You maybe wanna tell us something?” Dump Truck asked, eyebrow raised upon mine and Raven’s return.

I put my arm around her shoulders and drew her into my side where she put her hand on my chest.

“What’s he gotta tell us?” Nine asked, confused.

“Keep lookin’ you’ll figure it out or you won’t,” Glass Jaw said, grinning.

“Oh, shit! Is that what I think it is?” Cipher crowed.

“Boys, I asked my woman here if she would do me the honor of being my ol’ lady and my wife, and she did, in no uncertain terms, agree,” I said.

“Yeah!” A loud whoop went out and the barroom of the club burst into cheers and applause.

“Well, that’s a fuckin’ world class party,” Maverick declared, holding Marisol on his lap. “Boys, let’s light it up!” he shouted.

The jukebox was put on blast, the liquor flowed, and it was a big damn party after that with the finest green and the top shelf shit making an appearance.

Through it all, Raven stayed close as club members and their women came up to congratulate us one by one and two by two.

We were asked all sorts of questions; did we have plans? Did we want help with the planning? Where were we getting married? Who was doing the honors of marrying us? Did we want Deacon or Mav for such an auspicious event?

Food, music, liquor, weed, and finally to cap off the night, sex. I couldn’t stand it anymore. I needed a break from everybody but my woman, who I took upstairs amidst the drop cloth draped pile of our shit, backed her into a private corner against a wall, and went to my knees to pull down her leggings and to bury my mouth against her sweet cunt.

“Oh, God, Mace,” she moaned and tangled her fingers in my hair, pulling my mouth tighter against her.

I lived for it, for this, giving her pleasure while the party raged downstairs. I jabbed my tongue at her clit and she writhed, fucking my face with her wet pussy. The alcohol and weed lowering her inhibitions and turning her loose and wild in my arms.

“Fuck yes! Fuck yes! Fuck yes!” she cried, and it was the sweetest sound.

She shuddered in my arms, her back thumping against the wall as she came for the first time. I held her tight and looked up that wonderful lean body of hers and into those heavy-lidded, storm-swept eyes of hers.

Fuck, I loved the way she looked at me. Like I was the only fucking man on earth for her.

“I need you inside me,” she murmured, and I got to my feet. She watched me undo my pants hungrily, the way she looked at me making me believe that I was the sexiest fucking man alive, and I lived for that expression on her face.

“Turn around,” I ordered, and she did, putting her hands against the wall and pushing her bottom out, arching her back provocatively, putting her pussy on offer for me. I throbbed in my hand, eyeing her glistening slit and put a hand to her hip, massaging through the tail of her asymmetrical shirt.

“Mm, baby you have no idea how good you look right now.” I sucked in a breath between my teeth and let it out in a rush. “Fuck yes.”

“Mace…” her voice held a note of warning, like if she didn’t get me inside of her right now, she was gonna be mad about it.

I chuckled and pulled back on her hip slightly, she bent forward just a little bit more, and I slid right in to her waiting wet heat.

“Oh, God…” she choked on her words slightly and it was the hottest thing. I took my hand from between us where I’d guided my cock inside her and put it to the back of her shoulder, pulling her back and down onto me.

I was in the mood for a rough and dirty fuck up here, the place and setting perfect, the heat between us scorching, and yet I would be lying if I said I wasn’t low key worried about her and how she would take it.

She told me to stop, I would stop, but I really hoped she would trust me to take her on this wild ride like she had for me to take her on all the others.

I plunged into her balls deep and squeezed my eyes shut. She felt so fucking good, and I wasn’t ready. Not yet. I wanted to last for her. I wanted this to last as long as I could make it.

She whimpered and pushed back to meet me and I made a strangled noise, barely hanging on from going off.

She made the sweetest sounds, her voice light and lilting, emanating from her without words yet full of purest emotion and it was those sounds, in combination with the feel of her body wrapped around mine that did me in. I fucked her up against that