Calling the Play (The New York Nighthawks #12) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26508 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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“Lass,” I rasped.

When she met my gaze, I searched her eyes for any sign that she wasn’t ready. “We can go as slow as you need. If you want me to take you home, I will. You’re in charge.” Her expression turned soft, and she clasped her hands behind my head, her fingers toying with my hair.

“But”—my tone hardened, letting her know that my next words were not up for debate—“I should warn you, if you give me the green light, you are giving yourself to me. You’ll be mine. And when we’re fucking, you will do what you're told. Do you understand?” Lorna brought out the possessive, dominant asshole inside me, and I wanted her submission.

She licked her lips, and her tits bounced with her choppy breaths.

“One last thing,” I grunted. She deserved to know what she was getting into before she agreed. “I will do my very best to make this as painless as possible. You deserve gentle and tender your first time, but…” I squeezed my eyes shut for a moment while my hands tightened on her butt cheeks, and I ground her center against mine. “You make me crazy, drive me absolutely wild with need for you. I want you so fucking much, lass. I—fuck—I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back.”

Lorna’s green pools were so dark, they were nearly black, and her gaze was hungry as it roamed my face. Then she clutched her hands in my hair and brought her face so close her lips brushed mine as she spoke. “Who said I wanted gentle and tender, Cole?”

Oh, fuck.

“Maybe I want you to lose control. To take me like you’ll die if you don’t have me right now.”

I gulped, and a little more come oozed from the tip of my painfully hard dick. “Is that what you want, baby?”

“Show me how badly you want to be inside me,” she whispered.

“Tell me,” I growled, giving her one last chance to back out before I lost my shit and could no longer think straight. “Tell me who you belong to?”

“You,” she breathed.

I ground against her again, burying my face in her neck and sucking hard until I knew I’d left a mark. “That’s right, lass. You are my sweet, sweet girl.”

Then I nipped at her pulse and growled, “Who does this sexy body belong to, Lorna? Who gets to pop that sweet cherry and be the only man to fill your virgin pussy with his fat cock?”

“Cole,” she moaned.

“That’s fucking right, lass,” I ground out through clenched teeth. “You’re a goddess, and you belong to me.”

With the last of my rational thought, I pushed to my feet and, keeping her wrapped around me, made my way to the primary suite.

Once we reached the bed, I set her on her feet and quickly yanked her jeans off, tossing them away before pulling her top over her head and dropping it to the floor as well. Then I removed my own shirt and did the same with it.

“Damn,” I rasped as I surveyed her body in nothing but black lace. “You are so gorgeous. I love your body. I crave it.”

Lorna licked her lips as she ogled my chest. I was never more grateful for the fact that I worked out with the team and stayed in excellent shape.

A corner of her mouth inched up as she traced the tattoo on my bicep. “The Nighthawks logo?”

I nodded, reveling in the sparks created by her touch.

“Sexy,” she murmured in a husky tone that caused my dick to throb painfully.

Needing just a little relief, I removed my belt and unsnapped my jeans, lowering the zipper to give my shaft some breathing room.

She watched me quietly until the fabric parted, then she gasped. I was a big man…everywhere. And I was harder than I’ve ever been in my life, and my thick cock was so long, it was poking up out of the waistband of my underwear.

“You…that…um…I don’t know if it’s going to fit.” She stumbled over her words as she gawked.

“It will fit,” I told her confidently.

“How do you know that?”

Grasping her shoulders, I took a step closer and then whispered as my hands slid down her back to the clasp of her bra. “Because you were made for me, lass.”

Her bra slid down her arms, exposing her amazing tits. I grabbed it and took it off completely, dropping it on the floor before I filled my hands with the soft globes. They were a perfect handful. “See?” I grunted. “Perfection.”

Gently massaging her breasts, I kissed her deeply, then twisted and plucked her nipples while my tongue danced with hers. She was shaking when I finally let her up for air, and I scooped her into my arms and laid her on the bed.

The dark lace of her panties didn’t hide the drenched spot at her center, and my mouth watered. “Finally gonna get an answer to my question,” I said with a crooked smile, and her body relaxed, allowing her legs to fall open naturally. “That’s it, lass. Open up for me.”


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