Breath by Breath (Riggins Brothers #6) Read Online Kaylee Ryan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Insta-Love, Novella Tags Authors: Series: Riggins Brothers Series by Kaylee Ryan
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33434 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 167(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 111(@300wpm)
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“More than anything,” he’s quick to reply.

“Tonight will be one that I’ll always remember. The night you asked me to be yours forever. I want it to be memorable for you too.”

“It is. You said yes, baby. What could be more memorable than that?”

I smirk. “I’ll show you.”

His eyes soften, and my heart swells. This man, he swooped in and stole my heart when I least expected him, and now, I can’t imagine my life without him.

“I love you.” My voice cracks with my overwhelming love for him. It’s large and loud, and it’s everything I never knew that I needed.

“Lena, I love you too.” He reaches for me but stops before his hand touches my face. “This is going to be difficult.”

I smile up at him. “It’s going to be fun.” To prove my point, I take him into my mouth. I don’t stop until his length hits the back of my throat.

“Son-of-a…” His voice trails off when I let him fall from my lips.

“Something wrong?”

“Let me touch you.”

I stand and nod toward the couch. “Sit.” He does as I ask, immediately falling to the cushion and peering up at me with hooded eyes. As I reach for a pillow for my knees, he grabs a hold of it, stopping me.

“I’m not coming down your throat, Lena. Not tonight.”

I nod, release my grip on the pillow, and straddle his hips on the couch. His hands hover at my waist, but he doesn’t touch me.

“This is so much better,” I say, digging my fingers into his shoulders as I rock my hips. My core rubs over his hard cock, and this time, we both moan in anticipation.

“Let me touch you.”

“I’m touching you,” I counter, and he groans. “What if I do this?” Reaching between us, I grip his cock and lift up on my knees. I position him at my entrance and slowly slide down until he’s buried deep inside me. “How’s that?” I ask, my voice breathless.

“Heaven.”

I smile at him. “What about this?” I lift up on my knees and slide back down.

“Torture. Pure fucking torture.”

“I don’t know, feels pretty good to me.” Closing my eyes, I tilt my head back and cup my breasts as I focus on slowly lifting and lowering myself onto him.

“Nipples,” he grates.

I open my eyes. “What?”

“Pinch your nipples.” He licks his lips as his eyes are laser focused on my breasts.

I do as he asks, and I don’t try to stop the moan of pleasure that falls from my lips. I grind my hips, taking what I need from him.

“Lena?”

“Yeah?” I ask, my eyes closed, letting the thousands of sensations of feeling him inside me and the tug on my nipples wash over me. He curses under his breath, which has me opening my eyes and meeting his stare.

“Let. Me. Touch. You.” He bites his words out through gritted teeth as he fists his hands at his sides. His eyes snap to mine, and the hunger I see takes my breath away.

“Hands on my hips,” I concede.

“Thank fuck.” He immediately grips my hips. His hold is tight, and his jaw is clenched. He lifts me and slams me back down without notice. I gasp, but it doesn’t seem to break through this fog he’s captured in.

“S—Stanley,” I call out his name. Why I thought him not touching was a good idea, I’ll never know.

“I’m here, baby,” he replies as he continues to lift me and slam me back down on him. It’s wild and intense and absolutely perfect.

“More. Please—” I don’t even know what I’m asking for. All I know is that I want more of it. More of his tight grip on my waist, more of his hard length inside me.

I want it all.

Anything and everything he’s got to give me.

I’ll take it.

“Tell me I can move my hands, Lena.” It’s a demand, one that I’m happy to give in to.

“Yes. Yes. Please, yes!” I call out. Suddenly his hands are everywhere. I take over, bouncing on my knees as he cups my breasts.

Why does it feel so much better when he’s the one squeezing my nipples?

“Your pussy is going crazy, baby,” he says, sliding his hand behind my neck and pulling me into a kiss. I slow my actions because I’m ready to come, and I don’t want to, not yet. Not without him. Instead, I grind on him, sensually rocking my hips while his tongue explores my mouth.

When he pinches my nipple with his free hand, I clench around him.

“I’m not gonna last long if you keep doing that.”

As if I’m a puppet to his words, I squeeze around him again.

“Fuck,” he grits. “Need you there,” he breathes against my lips. He slides his hand that was tweaking my nipple between us. His thumb finds my clit, and I rock my hips faster. Grind harder.


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