False Start (The New York Nighthawks #8) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26712 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 134(@200wpm)___ 107(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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9

DAKOTA

“This truly is paradise,” I sighed after taking a sip of my frosty piña colada. Twisting my neck, I beamed a smile at Ames. “Thank you so much for bringing me here.”

“My pleasure, baby.” His gaze heated as it drifted over the tiny black bikini I was wearing today. “And definitely yours again later.”

“Maybe we should move to an island like this where we can spend every day at the beach before you drag me inside to ravish me,” I suggested with a wag of my brows.

“If that’s what it’ll take to get you to move in with me, then I’ll send an email to my real estate agent to tell them to send over information on some properties here. There’s bound to be something we like enough to put an offer in.”

Assuming he was teasing me since it was way too soon, I ignored the little thrill I had at the thought of actually living with him. Setting my glass down on the table between our lounge chairs, I reached down to grab the sunblock from my bag. “How about you hold that thought and help me put on another layer instead? I don’t want to burn.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” He sat up and reached for the plastic tube. “The last thing I want is for your perfect skin to burn…plus, I’ll take every excuse to get my hands on you.”

“Damn, man. I can’t blame you.” The guy walking past us paused in front of our chairs and let out a low whistle. Then he smirked at me. “Just say the word, I’d be more than happy to help slather you up.”

I wrapped my hand around Ames’s forearm before he could jump off his chair and beat the crap out of the guy. “No. That's the only word I’m going to give you.”

“Your loss.” He shrugged and walked away, unaware I’d just saved him from a world of pain.

“Fuck,” Ames grunted, sweeping me off my chair as he got to his feet.

I held on tight as he stormed into our rented villa and headed straight for the bedroom. After tossing me on the king-sized mattress, he shoved his swim trunks down his thick thighs, his big dick bouncing against his six-pack abs as it sprung free from its confines. It was long and hard, a drip of pre-come oozing from the purple head.

I licked my lips in anticipation, but any thought of getting my mouth on him was wiped from my brain when he ripped my bikini bottoms from my body and buried his face in my pussy with a groan. “Mine.”

Threading my fingers through his hair, I lifted my hips off the mattress to get closer to his mouth. “Ames,” I gasped.

“Soon you’re going to be screaming my name loud enough that everyone on that damn beach can hear you,” he growled, looking up at me with fierce determination in his hazel eyes.

It didn’t take him long to make good on his promise, using his lips, tongue, and teeth to drive me up and over the edge. Waves of pleasure crashed over my body as I cried, “Ames! Yes, oh yes!”

But he didn’t stop there.

After eating me through my orgasm, Ames got his fingers into the action. His tongue flicked over my clit while he worked the first digit into my tight channel, quickly followed by another. Twisting his wrist, he stroked the pads of his fingers against my most sensitive spot while he trapped my clit between his teeth and gently bit down. It felt like fireworks went off in my body, and I screamed his name again.

That wasn’t enough for Ames, though.

He fucked me with his fingers through that release and kept on going until I came a third time. When he finally lifted his head, my body felt as though it had melted into the mattress. “Holy crap.”

“Not done yet, baby,” he grunted, fisting his cock as he got to his knees between my spread legs. “Gonna make sure you can feel exactly where I’ve been. If some other douchebag decides to hit on you while I’m sitting right there, he’s going to do it while your pussy is sore and full of my come.”

I probably should’ve protested, but his possessive words turned me on even more. Widening my legs farther, I stretched my hand out to wrap it around his. His eyes were hot on mine as he glided his fist up and down his hard length while I held on. “You like the sound of that, don’t you, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” I breathed, nodding.

“Good because you’re about to feel me deeper inside than I’ve ever been.” The air caught in my lungs when he pressed my knee as high as it could go and wrapped my hand around my shin. “Hold your leg there, baby.”


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