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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On a grumble, I reached down, sliding on the condom, suddenly pissed that it would be between her and me.

I’d never felt that way before.

Condoms were mutually beneficial in several ways. They were non-negotiable. So there was no reason to be annoyed by them.

But with Theo, yeah, there was annoyance as I imagined feeling her tight, wet walls squeezing me, inviting me in.

“Up,” I demanded, voice rough when I finished with the protection.

Theo didn’t even hesitate, being just as far gone as I felt right then as well.

Her hand moved down, sliding my cock back into position before lowering down on me.

My forehead slammed into her shoulder as I felt her close around me.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I settled deep.

But there was no time to revel in the moment.

We were both too far gone.

And as soon as I was inside of her, Theo was moving, was riding me, was driving us both up higher and higher.

“Dezi,” she moaned as I felt her start to tighten around me.

“Come,” I demanded, my hand moving between her thighs to work her clit, to intensify the sensations as her orgasm slammed through her system, making her voice catch on a moan, her body tense, then shake hard.

“Fuck, that feels good,” I groaned, torn between my need to come, and the slightly masochistic desire to prolong it.

The latter won out.

And as soon as she came back down, I was scooting back and pushing her onto all fours in front of me.

“Dezi!” she gasped, her hands gripping the edge of the floor where there was no railing to hold her back from falling forward.

“You’re not going anywhere,” I assured her as my hand snaked up her spine to curl into the hair at the nape of her neck, careful to avoid the patch up by her stitches, then wrapping the silky strands around my fist and pulling hard, making her head arch back to ease the sting.

Only then did I slam inside of her.

Hard.

Hard enough to send her toppling onto the first floor if I wasn’t holding onto her.

Just to be safe, my other hand sank into her hip as I started to fuck her.

Not necessarily hard, but fast, not giving her a second to catch her breath, to let her body think twice about being driven upward once again so quickly.

“Dezi, I…”

“Touch your pussy for me,” I demanded, since my hands were occupied.

A low whimper escaped her as she balanced on one arm, letting the other one press between her thighs, starting to work her clit as I continued to fuck her.

A little harder.

A little too reckless, maybe.

But we were both too far gone to give a fuck right about then.

My hand tightened in her hair as she started to slam back into me, taking me even deeper as her walls got tighter around me, as she got close to that edge once again.

“Dezi!” she cried out a moment later, right before the orgasm slammed through her, making her pussy clamp down around my cock over and over, dragging me along with her.

We were so far gone that I don’t think either of us realized just how close we’d moved to that edge until we started to come down from the mutual orgasms.

I yanked her back against my chest, anchoring an arm around her waist, both of us struggling to even out our breathing.

“Railing. We need a railing,” she got out between breaths as she sat down on my lap, her legs too weak to hold her any longer.

“Or to make it to the bed next time,” I said, leaning down to bite her shoulder, hearing her let out a little laugh at the sensation. “Okay. Up,” I demanded, patting her thigh until she reluctantly rolled toward the side.

“Fuck, that’s a good view,” I groaned as she literally fucking crawled onto the bed, giving me a great eye-level view of her ass.

“There’s a garbage can right there,” she said, pointing to the other side of the bed from where she was curling up on her side, pulling her knees into her chest.

As I stood, I couldn’t help but wonder if that was meant to be a dismissal. She was done with me, so she was curling in a ball away from me.

Or, possibly, was it just her way of protecting herself. Because other guys got what they wanted and fucked off.

Well, that wasn’t what she was going to get with me.

I tossed the condom, then used one of the makeup wipes that was on the floor next to said garbage can to wipe my hands, then got fully out of my pants before climbing into the bed from the far side.

If I wasn’t watching, I might have missed the way she tensed, then curled tighter.

“So… am I supposed to snuggle my fucking self over here?” I asked, sliding an arm under her body, and starting to roll her onto her back.


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