Dickhead (Wrong Side of the Tracks #3) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Biker, Dark, M-M Romance, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 145088 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 725(@200wpm)___ 580(@250wpm)___ 484(@300wpm)
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With his cheeks on fire, Dex delved in for real this time, downing that delicious cock. He wanted to squeeze it in his throat, make it nice and slippery in ways that dove Hammer wild.

The tiny tremors passing through his man’s body had Dex’s lust soaring until his limbs felt almost painfully sensitive. When Hammer grabbed his head as if it were a ball and embedded himself fully with a soft grunt, his dick warmed Dex from inside out.

“You will be my personal cumdump. And I’ll share you if I feel like it too,” Hammer said, staring down at Dex.

He was a god among men.

Brown hair framed Hammer’s face, making his eyes seem darker and so intense their steady glare rendered Dex’s knees soft and his cock ever harder. Dex loved sex, had a buzzing libido, and wanted his lover to see him with a cock deep down his throat and balls resting against the chin. Like the best sex doll, with lust coursing through his veins instead of blood.

He made a needy little whimper, hoping it vibrated up Hammer’s dick. What a disappointment it was when the delicious hard tool was yanked away from him and swung just out of reach. But Hammer was merciless and stifled protests by covering Dex’s mouth and regarding him sternly. “Away from the door and lower your pants, Prospect. Now.”

Every time Hammer called him Prospect emphasized their unequal position, sending a shock of lust to Dex’s balls. He got up despite already missing the dick in his mouth, but he couldn’t open his pants quick enough. He wanted that hard meat deep inside him. He wanted to drip with Hammer’s cum and feel it soothe the burn of a hard fuck.

He pushed his jeans and underwear down to his knees. There was something erotic about being partially disrobed. Being naked was comfortable and natural, yet revealing only the bits needed for sex felt illicit. He was breathing hard, unsure whether he should focus on Hammer’s face or that incredible dick, still glistening with his saliva, but since Hammer ordered him away from the door, he stood under the showerhead and grabbed the pipe right behind it, imagining how he looked to Hammer—exposed and vulnerable in this public bathroom, like a slut anyone could have.

A shiver went up his spine at the sound of shed clothing and then footsteps coming his way, but just as he sensed the warmth of Hammer’s body, two slick fingers dove deep into his hole.

He moaned, curling his fingers on the steel pipe. “Fuck!” It took him half a second to relax again. “So ready for your dick…” He arched his back, showing off the body he worked so hard on.

In porny fantasies, every guy wanted to line up for their turn with the truck stop slut ready to be taken at a moment’s notice, and each cock felt great. But in reality, lots of the men he’d been with weren’t that good at sex, or maybe they simply didn’t care how much he enjoyed the hook-ups. But where they failed, Hammer exceeded any expectations. He knew how to make Dex melt and take charge without being a dismissive dick about it.

Hammer sniggered, pulling on Dex’s sphincter as if his fingers were a hook attempting to lift Dex while he grabbed him from behind and once again kissed his neck, hungry for its juicy meat. “Then ask for it, Prospect. Gotta beg for that enforcer cum.”

Dex let out a needy sound against the tiles, and arched his ass higher, spreading his legs to give Hammer easier access to him. “Please fuck me. I want your dick inside me, sir. Please fill me with your cum. My ass is so needy.” His face flamed, but at least he didn’t have to worry about feeling cold anymore. His own dick was rock hard, pulsing at ninety degrees from his body, yet he didn’t dare touch it, wanting to only jerk off once Hammer started pounding him hard.

He stopped breathing when the fingers slipped out, but Hammer didn’t leave him wanting for long, and within a couple of heartbeats, his burning hot, wide prick slid in, making Dex’s knees so unsteady he was glad of the support provided by the showerhead.

He was being speared onto the most glorious spit, and wouldn’t have it any other way. Once Hammer slammed all the way in, his hand went for Dex’s neck, as if he wanted to make sure Dex understood that he was owned. This gesture communicated more than any collar could. Dex might be a Demon Brethren MC prospect, but that title was only the smoke screen for the truth that he belonged to Hammer and was his property to do with as he wished. They now needed to find out how this new reality would work for them.


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