Dezi (Henchmen MC Next Generation #7) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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“Hmm,” he said, sealing his lips to mine again. Harder. Hungrier. “Well, let’s see if we can make you even feel good,” he said, even as his hands were sliding down to my hips, slipping across my belly, and working my button and zipper.

There wasn’t even a pause before he was pulling both my pants and panties off of my hips.

And this man, this impossibly sexy fucking man, slowly lowered himself down to his knees as he kept pulling down my pants.

He removed my shoes, then the legs of my pants, leaving me completely bare from the waist down.

Heat bloomed across every inch of my skin as his fingers danced up and down the sides of my thighs.

His head tipped back to shoot me a sexy little smile with heavy-lidded eyes before he ducked his head again, actually leaning forward to press a kiss to the skin above the triangle of my sex, something so soft and sweet that I damn near swooned right then and there.

But then he was grabbing my leg, gently coaxing it over my shoulder, and his face was between my thighs, his tongue sliding up my cleft, and all thoughts of anything but desire flew out of my head and my body.

His hands went behind me, sinking into my ass, holding me against him as he started to work my clit with unrelenting strokes, driving me up mercilessly.

And I guess all the pent-up energy of the day and night drove me right to that edge and shoved me over before I could even prepare myself.

My entire body jolted hard as the orgasm slammed through me. And if it wasn’t for Dezi’s hands holding me up, I was pretty sure I was going to topple to the damn floor as my thighs got shaky.

When it was done, Dezi pressed kisses to my thigh before slowly getting to his feet, giving me a soft smile.

My hand rose again, framing his jaw as I leaned up for a kiss.

It wasn’t long before my hands were roaming again, one of them finding its way down to his fly where his cock was straining.

“You don’t have to,” Dezi said, shaking his head as my hand went to undo his button and fly.

I wasn’t listening, though, as my hand moved inside, closing around his cock, and stroking it.

My sex clenched hard, making me intimately aware of the emptiness inside of me, the desire to feel him fill me.

“Dezi,” I murmured.

“Mmm?” he asked, as my thumb stroked over the head of his cock.

“I need you inside of me,” I told him, feeling the need down to my damn soul in that moment.

Looking down at me, he shook his head slightly. “Another time, baby,” he murmured.

“No, now,” I said, shamelessly lifting my leg to hook around his hip, spreading me to him.

My gaze held his as I took his cock and stroked it up my cleft, letting him feel how drenched I still was for him, how much I wanted him.

“Baby… fuck,” he hissed as I let out a little whimper as the head of his cock glided over my clit.

“Dezi, please,” I said, my hips starting to rock against him.

Whatever control he’d been clinging to in that moment snapped.

Suddenly his hands were on my hips, pushing me backward until my back hit the wall.

His one hand slid away, going to find his wallet, then the condom hidden inside.

My hand fell away, teasing my own clit as he protected us.

“Fuck,” he hissed, watching me work myself for a moment, eyes molten.

Then his hand was grabbing my knee, lifting it up, and pinning it to the wall as his hips moved in, gliding his cock against me, teasing me, waiting until I was whimpering and begging again.

Only then did his cock slip downward and press against me. Then he paused, holding my gaze for a moment before surging inside of me.

We both let out a gasp as he spread me, as my walls closed around him.

“Fuck,” he hissed as he settled deep, his fist slamming into the wall beside my head, trying to find a little control again as a moan moved through me at the thick feel of him settled deep inside of me. “You feel so fucking good,” he added, his forehead pressed to mine as he took a couple deep breaths.

In response, my hips rocked against him, impatient, needy.

Luckily, he had no more reservations or hesitation in him.

He just held my leg against the wall as he started to fuck me, a little slowly at first, but getting harder and faster as my hands grabbed him, as my whimpers became moans.

The first orgasm slammed through me almost unexpectedly, making me cry out as my head slammed into his shoulder as the waves kept crashing.

“Fuck,” Dezi hissed. “Again,” he demanded, sinking both hands into my ass and yanking me up off my feet, holding me suspended for a second until my legs wrapped around his hips.


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