Claiming What’s His (Savage Brothers Second Generation #5) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Savage Brothers Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46412 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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“Like what you see, babe?” he chuckles as he steps into the shower with me.

“I think I’m more worried about how you’re going to fit,” I respond honestly, as he gently pushes my head back into the spray.

I planned on touching him and memorizing his body, but my mind goes hazy as his strong fingers massage shampoo into my hair, lathering it up and rinsing it. By the time he’s done, I feel like putty in his hands.

His wonderful, talented hands.

King grabs the soap, slowly washing off my back and continuing by massaging my arms with his firm hands that are slick and covered in the bubbled lather of the soap. When that is done, he turns me around, all while still treating me like something treasured and rare. He runs his hands over my breasts and down my belly until he kneels to run the soap over my legs.

I bite my lip, emitting a low moan as his hands travel along the inside of my thighs. I open my eyes to find him staring at me as his fingers brush against my skin. I can feel my heart kick against my chest as my pulse speeds up. I swallow at the hunger I see reflected in his dark eyes. It matches my own. His fingers graze over my pussy in a touch meant to tease—not appease. He knows what he’s doing. He’s stoking a fire inside of me that will soon burn out of control.

“You’re beautiful, baby,” he praises, while moving me back beneath the spray of the water.

My eyes close at the indescribable pleasure he’s building inside of me. “King…” I whimper as his hands move under my breasts to support them. He captures my nipple between his teeth while flicking his tongue against it. My legs start to tremble as he moves to the other breast. My clit throbs with each pull of his mouth, each flick of his tongue. I’m panting and needy before he pulls back with a cocky grin and goes down on his knees for me.

He lifts one on my legs over his shoulder as he buries his face against my pussy, licking my clit, sucking at it greedily. I fight to keep my eyes open to take him in, watching as water runs down my body and over his. I can feel my orgasm already building, and I try to fight it—wanting this to last longer.

King must know, because he stands up, pushing me against the cool tile wall, taking his cock into his hand and rubbing his head against me, pressing in so that it slips between the lips of my pussy. He continues to rub it back and forth, creating a friction I never knew possible. It feels so good, and I know I’m going to come. I can’t stop from it. “King, not yet. I don’t want to come yet,” I beg. Ignoring my pleas, he keeps moving back and forth against my pussy, torturing my clit with his movements but not going inside. My body quakes as I feel the pressure building. I hold onto him, my knees too weak to hold me up much longer. I move trying to capture his cock, to take him in—where I need him the most.

“Let go for me, Shelby. Let it fucking go,” he growls. That’s when I feel warm cum spill out shooting from his cock and covering my pussy. He continues moving the head of his cock back and forth, faster and faster, as cum continues to jet out, drenching my clit as he rakes his head against it over and over. The act proves too much as I cum, crying out his name.

“King,” I gasp.

I lean forward, needing to kiss him. He gives me that, although he takes over the kiss quickly, possessing my mouth.

Shock moves through me as his still hard cock presses at my entrance, only this time he thrusts deep inside of me, filling me as he lifts me in the air just by the hold he has on my ass. I wrap my body around him as he stretches me to the point of pain. When all of him is inside of me he stops, leaning his head in the crook of my neck. I catch my breath, struggling as I strive to accommodate his girth.

“Fuck you’re squeezing my cock so tight, baby.”

“I need you,” I confess on a broken breath, as I start rocking my hips, signaling I need him to move.

He gives me what I want as his hips begin rocking in tandem with mine. We work together perfectly as I bury my head against his shoulder, biting into his skin.

“Shelby,” he groans as his body jerks against mine. He increases the speed of his thrusts.

I take what he gives me, trusting him to take the lead. He uses his hold on my thigh to adjust one of my legs higher on his body. That small adjustment makes all the difference because he’s hitting the exact spot I need for the most pleasure. That sends me over the edge with an orgasm so strong that for a moment I’m afraid I might pass out.


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