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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When she was sufficiently worked up, I placed the head of my cock at her entrance, then rubbed her clit fast and hard until she exploded with bliss. Her pussy welcomed me as I pushed inside, stopping frequently to allow her to stretch to accommodate to my size.

“Cole,” Lorna murmured breathlessly as her bent knees clamped to my sides. “You're so big. I’m so full.”

“Don’t say shit like that to me right now, lass,” I growled. “I’m barely hanging on.”

Lorna grabbed my biceps, and her nails dug into my skin as she raised her torso and whispered in my ear. “Give it to me, Cole. I want you to fill me, stretch me…claim me.”

Her words broke the dam wide fucking open. “Fuck, yes!” I growled as I reared back, then thrust inside her until I was buried from root to tip. “Oh fuck, baby!” She was so tight, it was almost painful, and black spots danced in my vision as I tried to hold back my orgasm.

“Yes!” Lorna cried out, her back arching and her legs gripping me like a vise. Her face was contorted with desire, and her voice had been filled with pleasure, telling me that she wasn’t in pain. Thank fuck, because I didn’t have it in me to wait any longer.

“Damn,” I grunted as I pulled back and shoved my dick all the way back in. “This virgin pussy is squeezing the fuck outta my cock. You like that, lass?”

“More,” she moaned, and her inner muscles rippled, milking my dick.

“I’ll give you more, my beautiful girl,” I growled. I bent my knees to give me extra leverage, and I punched my fists into the mattress on both sides of her head. Wild hunger rushed through my body like the wind in a hurricane, leaving nothing behind but primal instinct. I fucked her hard and fast, rutting in her like an animal.

“Fuck, lass. Yeah, baby, let me get in deep. Oh fuck!” The tip of my shaft bumped her cervix, and my head was filled with nothing but the need to breed my woman.

“Cole! Oh yes! Yes!” Her cries escalated to screams as she neared her peak, and I redoubled my efforts, pounding into her so hard that the mattress creaked and the headboard slammed into the wall.

“Oh fuck, Lorna! Fuck, yes! That’s it, baby. You’re doing so damn good taking my cock. Fuck!”

My vision was going dark, so I slipped a hand between us and rubbed her hard little nub until she shattered, screaming my name.

The orgasm crashed into me like a freight train, and I bellowed her name as my cock exploded, and I nearly blacked out.

Lorna was clinging to me as she shuddered in ecstasy, and her pussy milked every last drop of my seed from my shaft.

Dropping my head down, I took her mouth in a soul-deep kiss. I poured everything I felt into it, knowing it was too early to say it out loud.

But when we’d finally come back down from the high and lay in a sweaty, tangled heap on the bed, I kissed her forehead and whispered, “Grá mo chroí thú.”

I wasn’t sure she heard me until she tilted her head so she could look up at me without lifting it off my chest. “What does that mean?”

“It’s just an expression,” I mumbled. “Go to sleep, lass. Get some rest because I’m not done with you yet.”

Someday, I would tell her what it meant. There was no literal translation for “I love you,” in Gaelic. But what I’d said was more accurate in describing what I felt for her anyway.

You are the love of my heart.

7

LORNA

My first official date was a raging success…and left me feeling sore between my legs when I woke up this morning. Twisting in Cole’s embrace to see if he was awake, I caught him just as his sleepy blue eyes opened.

“Morning, baby.” His arms tightened around me. “You gotta tell me…how’re you more gorgeous just waking up than you are all decked out for a date?”

“Stop.” I gently swatted his broad chest. “Am not. I’m a mess in the morning.”

“If you’re a mess, then you’re a beautiful one.” He gave me a soft kiss. “And all mine.”

After the things I had let him do to me last night, there was no denying he was right. Not when I felt very much his.

“Thank you.”

“My pleasure, lass.” He tugged me closer and ground his hard length against my core. “Literally and figuratively.”

“Mine too.” I wagged my brows. “Multiple times.”

“Damn straight.” He flashed me a cocky grin before groaning when his phone blared. Twisting toward the bedside table, he reached out to grab the device and silence the alarm. “Since the day Lennox hired me, there’s never been a day I didn’t look forward to heading to work. Until now. The last thing I want to do is rush our morning together so I can take you home and head to practice at the stadium.”


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