Charge To My Line Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #6)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 71015 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 355(@200wpm)___ 284(@250wpm)___ 237(@300wpm)
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Hell, but I didn’t want to move.

Should I move?

Am I a slut for not wanting to move?

Is that his penis?

Oh, God. It’s massive!

I’m totally a slut.

I hope my vagina doesn’t look fat if he actually looks at it.

All of these thoughts flitted through my brain in a split second, and I was glad that none of the thoughts poured out of my mouth.

Because I, apparently, do not have a filter in the morning.

Iliana likes to call it BCB. Before coffee bitch. I’ll say exactly what I want to say, when I want to say it, until the brain functioning life force is poured into me. After that, though, I manage to keep my opinions under wraps unless they’re warranted.

Our eyes locked, and all of a sudden my mouth was descending onto his.

His lips were warm and soft against mine. When his lips parted to take a startled breath, I took the opening and plunged my tongue down into his waiting mouth.

Our tongues brushed, and I felt an electric jolt straight to my core. My thighs tried to clench, but the only thing I managed to do was squeeze his thigh with my own.

Needing the friction, I spread my legs wider and dropped down until my vagina rested against the hard muscles of his thigh.

He drew in a quick breath at the contact, causing something inside of him to snap.

He was no longer kissing me nicely.

What replaced it was an urgency that only fueled my own. His hands traveled up my back to bury into my hair, and I reveled in the sharp sting as he pulled back, exposing the column of my throat to his hungry mouth.

I gasped as he sucked hard, pulling the skin over my carotid into his mouth.

My channel clenched in need, causing the moisture that’d built up inside of me to start leaking out.

I cried out in longing as one of his large hands found my breast through his borrowed t-shirt, pulling on my distended nipple lightly before bringing the t-shirt clad tip to his awaiting mouth.

I didn’t realize that my head could go back any further, but with the added effect of his mouth sucking on my bud, and my pussy furiously grinding on his hard thigh, I erupted, arching my neck in surprise.

He growled, taking the tip between his teeth and tugging lightly as I continued to work through the last dregs of my orgasm.

When my eyes finally opened and I looked down at him, I could tell that he was only hanging on by a thread.

“If you don’t want this, you need to get off me. Now,” he said roughly.

As fucking if.

“Fuck me,” I commanded just before he rolled us in one swift move.

“You ever fucked on a water bed before?” He asked as he ground his erection down into my mound.

I shook my head.

“No,” I said breathlessly, swaying back and forth with the movement.

He grinned, sitting up until I could see his chest.

His knees were planted in between my splayed thighs, and his chest was heaving as he took his hand and ran it down his ripped chest, further down his perfectly sculpted abs, only to come to a stop at the waistband of his underwear.

I nearly groaned as I took in the sight.

I’d seen him without a T-shirt before. Doing occupational therapy on a man’s shoulder allows you to see him without a shirt without crossing any unseen boundaries. But it’s so much different when you’re in bed with him.

Last night it’d been dark. I’d changed in the bathroom, and when I’d come out, the light had been out, and the only thing illuminating the room was gone once I distinguished the bathroom light.

Now, though, with the sun pouring in through the opened blinds, I could see his body very clearly.

His chest was hairy. Not caveman hair, but a perfect blend of just enough hair to draw the eyes to the perfect places. His nipples and the happy trail going towards his groin.

His nipples were dark brown against his tanned skin; the ridges of his abdomen were well defined, and I wanted to taste each and every damn ripple.

I didn’t think he had an ounce of fat on him anywhere. Not even a hint of belly on him at all.

I licked my lips, bringing his gaze from my eyes to my mouth, and he grinned before he started to lower his underwear teasingly.

My eyes started to widen the minute his pubic hair started to show.

We were nearly to the good stuff when he stopped.

Fucking stopped.

Just to the point where the root of his cock started to show, enticing me.

It was thick, and the vein that was in the base was engorged.

My eyes flashed up to his eyes. The desperation must’ve shown because he bent down, grasped my panties by the band, and practically ripped them off my legs.

I squeaked in surprise, my legs splaying open and baring my vagina to him.

I could feel the cool air dancing across my wet core, and I closed my eyes as his mouth came down to kiss the top of my pubic bone.

I thanked God that I’d shaved the day before.

His mouth was so very close to my aching clit, that when I tilted my hips slightly, his lips brushed over it, causing a jolt to course through me.

I looked down my body at him, taking in his mouth as it opened slightly, allowing his tongue to escape.

He gave my clit one slow, languid lick, causing my eyes to squeeze shut tightly.

“Oh, Jesus,” I panted as my hands moved involuntarily to his hair.

The next lick started at my clit, and he dragged it all the way down to my opening, before plunging it inside of me, taking me by surprise.

My legs clamped shut, or tried to. His hands came up the back of my thighs, coming to a stop when he reached the back of my knees.

Then, slowly, he pushed my knees up until they were resting on either side of my ribcage, exposing everything to his gaze.


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