False Start – Red Zone Rivals Read Online Kandi Steiner

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 125866 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 629(@200wpm)___ 503(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
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This was meant to be.

We were meant to be.

“You’re perfect,” I murmured into her neck as I rocked my hips, out and back in, slow and steady. “Absolutely perfect.”

The moment she locked her heels behind my ass and urged me in deeper, I took the cue, raising up onto my palms so I could look down at her as I slid out and back in. She was molded to fit me, her walls slick and tight as they hugged every inch each time I flexed inside her.

The view was almost too much — her metallic hair a mess against the white pillows, her cheeks and neck the most beautiful shade of red, her breasts bouncing with every thrust of my hips. One of her hands gripped my shoulder, the other flying to cling to the sheets by her head. She held them for only a moment before that hand moved to palm her breast, rolling her nipple between her fingers and thumb.

“Yes, baby,” I praised, licking my lips before I dropped them to her chest. I covered her other breast with my mouth, circling her bud with my tongue. I sucked it with just the right pressure to make her moan and squirm. “You look so fucking pretty playing with your tits like this.”

“Kyle,” she breathed, and the way she flushed even harder told me my words both lit her up and embarrassed her.

I’d work to cure that, no matter how long it took.

Something told me her pleasure had been pushed to the wayside for far too long. She’d learn soon enough that with me? It would always be front and center.

She would always be my number one priority.

“Come here,” I rasped against her neck, dropping down so I could maneuver my arm between her back and the mattress. I held her against my chest, rolling until she was on top, until my back was against the headboard and she was straddling my lap.

I was still inside her, and when her hands found my shoulders for balance, I flexed my hips just enough to drive in another inch.

I knew she’d feel me deeper this way, knew it would also leave room for me to play with her clit and coax another orgasm out of her.

“Ride me, Madelyn. Let me see you wild and undone and taking what you want.”

Her eyes were heavy and heated as she stared back at me, lips parted, chest heaving. Her thigh muscles engaged, lifting her off my lap until only the tip of me was inside her, and then she sank back down.

In the most slow, torturous pace.

“You love feeling every inch of me, don’t you?” I mused, smirking as she threw her head back and let out a moan once she was fully seated. “Naughty fucking girl.”

I spanked the side of her ass, and her eyes flew open, connecting with mine in a mixture of shock and pleasure. I gripped her ass in both hands, helping her lift and slide back down again, and we picked up the rhythm, her rolling her hips to catch friction against me while I rocked in as deep as I could each time she sat in my lap.

“God, look at you,” I said, shaking my head as she took over the pace. I let my hands roam, cupping her breasts in my palms and groaning at how they were the perfect handful. I slid my hands down next, one finding her hip as the other traced the faint lines on her stomach.

Instantly, Madelyn stilled, her brows furrowing as she covered that hand with her own to stop me from tracing the scars.

I met her worried gaze with one of nothing but admiration, lifting her hand to my lips to kiss each knuckle before I moved us back to run the length of those scars together.

“These are beautiful, Mads. You’re so strong, so fucking sexy.”

For a moment, I was sure she didn’t believe me.

So, I snaked one hand between her legs, thumbing her clit while my other hand slid up and over her breasts until I could wrap it around her throat.

“Look at me,” I commanded, and when she did, I squeezed with just enough pressure to make her moan, working her clit in a smooth, slow circle.

She bucked against the movement, riding me with more passion, telling me she was close.

“You,” I repeated, rocking my hips up to meet hers. “Are.” Another flex, another roll of my thumb. “Sexy.” A squeeze of her throat. “Every inch of you. Every scar. Every mark of motherhood. I’ve never been more turned on in my fucking life, Madelyn. You’re the only one who undoes me like this.”

Madelyn let out a whimper, squeezing her eyes shut and riding me harder, faster, her hands braced against my chest to help her set the pace.


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