Does He Know (Everlasting Ink #1) Read Online Kaylee Ryan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Everlasting Ink Series by Kaylee Ryan
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 98736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 494(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
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“Now we’re even.”

“I don’t want us even, Rome. I want us naked.”

He steps close again. “What my girl wants, my girl gets.” He strips out of his boxer briefs, then takes his time removing my bra and panties. “Now what?”

“Touch me.”

“Where?”

“Rome,” I whine.

“Don’t get shy on me, baby girl. You were just telling me you wanted us naked. Tell me what you want now.”

“You.”

“My hands, my tongue, my cock? What do you want, Emerson?”

“All of the above.”

He laughs softly as he starts to kiss my neck. His attention moves to my nipples, tweaking both at the same time. I arch my back into him, and he drops his hands, wrapping them around my waist, and holding me close. His hard cock presses against my belly. Reaching out, I grip him and stroke, running my thumb over his piercing. He hisses out a breath.

“You first,” he says, pulling my hand away from his cock.

“I thought it was whatever I wanted.”

“You failed to voice what you wanted, but you need to remember that you’re first, always.”

“We’ll see,” I taunt.

“On the bed, baby.”

I scramble to the bed, arms at my sides, legs spread open for him. I should feel embarrassed, but Rome is the only man to see me this way, fully naked and exposed. His heated stare makes me feel sexy and wanted. I don’t have time to be self-conscious.

Roman follows me, holding himself up with his arms braced on the mattress by my head. He holds my stare, which causes my heart to race. He’s looking so deep into my eyes, I swear he can see my soul.

“You’re beautiful,” he murmurs, dipping his head and sucking a hard nipple into his mouth. His tongue does this magical thing that has me reaching up to bury my hands in his hair. He takes his time, before moving onto the other breast.

His lips trail down my belly, and he shuffles down the mattress, careful not to crush me with his weight. He settles on the mattress between my thighs. “Legs up, baby girl.”

Knowing the drill, I lift one leg, then the other over his shoulders, and he burrows deeper between my thighs.

“You say stop, and we stop.”

I nod. “I trust you to drive me wild,” I say with a saucy grin.

“That mouth.” He smirks. “You better not hold back on me. I need to hear you.”

“Yes, sir.” I nod, and his green eyes flame with need.

“It’s been too damn long, Em. Too long since I’ve tasted this sweet pussy. You better hold on, baby girl. I’m about to feast.” That’s the only warning I get before he sucks my clit into his mouth and unleashes on me.

His tongue, his fingers, he’s everywhere all at once. The sensation is overwhelming.

I already feel my orgasm building. My vibrator, and even phone sex that we’ve resorted to, it’s nothing like the real thing.

The feel of his calloused hands.

The warmth of his bare skin pressed to mine.

His hot breath.

The soft yet warm stroke of his tongue.

I’m on sensation overload.

My orgasm hits me out of nowhere. One minute I’m in a blissed-out state of just feeling, and the next I’m gripping his hair, spiraling out of control as the fire builds deep in my core and explodes. My heart sprints in my chest, as if trying to outrun the pleasure that burns through my veins. I think I call out his name, but I can’t be sure. The one thing I am sure of is that was by far the most intense orgasm of my life.

Roman kisses up my belly and takes the time to savor my breasts again before he settles next to me on the bed. He rests his head on my shoulder, and his big hand on my belly that’s still quivering.

“I fucking missed you,” he says huskily.

His words empower me. I know we don’t have much time, and no way am I leaving him without having him in my mouth. I want more. I want it all with him, but I want time for that. As in all night. I don’t want my first time to be a rushed tryst in a random hotel room. Roman wouldn’t agree to it, anyway. I know him well enough to know that when we finally get there, it’s going to be more.

Everything.

With my sudden burst of need to give as good as I’ve gotten, I sit up and straddle his hips. His hard length slides against my pussy, and he groans. “W-What are you doing?”

“It’s my turn to play.”

“Baby girl.” It’s part plea, part scolding.

I smile because I love knowing I affect him just as much as he affects me.

“I’m just—” I rock my hips, and we both groan.

He lifts my hips, and I wiggle out of his hold, sliding down the bed. I didn’t really think about my little tease because now I’ll be tasting myself on him. I didn’t think about it, but thinking about it has me turned on.


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