Always Someone’s Monster (Battle Crows MC #1) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Battle Crows MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 70515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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“Put your feet on either side of my knees,” I urged.

She obeyed, and when she was in position, I widened her knees with my own until she was where I wanted her.

Her beautiful pussy was splayed open, the lips of her sex parted so I could see the entrance of her pussy. The rosebud of her ass.

God. I wanted to fill both holes.

My eyes took everything in.

The way her pussy was leaking for me. The way that her clit was poking out from the bottom, begging for my touch.

I smoothed both hands over the globes of her ass, my fingers digging into the soft flesh while I watched her butt bounce with my attentions.

I came up on my knees and notched my cock into her pussy, only to pull back when she tried to push backward, taking me in without my say.

“Ah, ah, ah,” I tsked her. “This is me in control. Not you.”

She growled in frustration, going back to her earlier position, only going a little lower this time by dropping her entire upper body to the bed, arching her ass even more.

“There,” I growled. “Perfect.”

I once again positioned myself, and this time, when she didn’t pull back, only wiggled, I started to push inside.

She was tight.

So. Fucking. Tight.

I wanted to ram myself in hard, but I also knew that I was on the bigger side. There would be no ramming in for me. Especially with her.

She moaned. “Please, Haggard. Please.”

I smoothed my hands up her ass again, holding my hands in at the sides of her hips, and pulled back at the same time that I pressed forward.

She took another inch before I pulled all the way out until I was just kissing her entrance again, then pushed back inside.

Over and over I did this until finally I was seated completely.

The woman I was holding on to was panting, her belly moving fast underneath my fingers, as she wiggled to try to get more comfortable.

“God, you’re big,” she panted. “I never…”

She never imagined I could fill her up like I did.

Hell, neither had I.

Logically, I knew she would be small. She was a small woman.

But this small…

I gritted my teeth and pulled back, this time not easing back inside, but thrusting hard.

The air left her lungs in a long, loud moan. “Oh, Haggard.”

I continued this cycle, fucking her hard, but not fast, until she was panting and flexing around me.

I knew she was about to come.

I could feel the rippling and the way that she was becoming slicker and slicker with each thrust of my cock.

“God, Haggard,” she cried out on one such thrust. “You’re gonna make me come!”

That’s when I heard the door slam shut, announcing the arrival of one of my kids.

Son of a bitch.

I didn’t stop what I was doing, though.

Couldn’t, even if I’d wanted to.

Luckily, upon hearing the boisterous laughter that followed the slamming of the door, I knew the newcomer was my son and not my daughter.

Thank God for small miracles.

I bent forward and pressed my lips against the side of Sophia’s neck, whispering close to her ear, “Baby, be quiet.”

I pulled backward and forced myself fully back inside, and she didn’t hold back.

She moaned.

Loud.

Loud enough that there was no way that the people in my living room, only twenty feet away from my door, wouldn’t hear.

That confirmation was heard a few seconds later.

“Dude!” I heard yelled. “Your dad’s a god. He’s banging someone in his room.”

“Shut up,” I heard Boston say. “Let’s go outside.”

“It doesn’t bother me,” I heard explained. “It’s kind of hot. I hope I get action like your dad does when we get to be his age.”

I was pounding into Sophia’s pussy so hard that the front of my thighs slapped hard against the backs of hers. The bed frame was creaking with each thrust. And the little desperate pleas that were leaving her mouth each time I hit bottom inside of her were making it hard to remain in control.

But I didn’t think that she heard.

Because if she had, she’d want to stop, or she’d be embarrassed.

I wouldn’t allow that to happen.

Son or no son.

But I did pull her up, using my hand in her hair and tilted her mouth so that I could kiss it and swallow her cries.

The new angle had me hitting her just a little bit shallower than before, so after a few thrusts in that particular position, I dropped her back down to the bed and shoved her face into the pillow.

“Cover your mouth, baby,” I urged, not wanting to smother her, but knowing she’d want to do it herself later if she heard Boston had heard.

He wouldn’t give her shit, but I didn’t know which boys were out there with him, and they very well might.

But despite having her face buried in the pillow, her cries were still loud.


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