Grind (Wrong Side of the Tracks #4) Read Online K.A. Merikan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Side of the Tracks Series by K.A. Merikan
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Total pages in book: 137
Estimated words: 127213 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 636(@200wpm)___ 509(@250wpm)___ 424(@300wpm)
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“Because you’re gonna make me come too fast with that tight ass. I see what you’re doing. You think you can just play with me by clenching that hole and milking me as if you’re the one in charge...”

As if this really was a game of control, Frank pulled out, leaving Ezra panting and shocked. Before he could protest, Frank grabbed his knee and flipped him to his back.

“Fuck, yes,” Ezra rasped when Frank towered over him, already folding his legs up. “Will you show me who’s in charge now?” he asked, rubbing the big, sweat-slickened chest. There was something so raw about this man, as if he’d been thirsting for this for a long time and finally got his hands on the perfect piece of ass.

To be fair, Ezra didn’t spend so much time doing squats for nothing.

“Sure will,” Frank said but lowered himself for a gentle peck on Ezra’s lips. His brown eyes spoke volumes about the sense of wonder he felt in Ezra’s presence, and while Ezra knew his worth, the open admiration was still flattering and made him warm inside in ways very different than physical touch could.

Frank didn’t waste any more time. His eyes darkened with determination as he placed Ezra’s legs on his shoulders, and then he was back in.

Ezra trembled, overcome by the intense sensation when in this new position Frank penetrated him even deeper. His arms and chest were tense as he held himself up, but one hard thrust later, Frank was riding Ezra as if he’d never stopped.

His long braid fell down his shoulder and tickled Ezra’s skin as they moved, wiggling like a snake with every thrust that brought Ezra closer to bliss. He loved getting blowjobs, but nothing beat a good dicking, and that was precisely what he was currently getting.

It was a really good dicking.

Gasping as Frank’s bulk folded him in two, Ezra rubbed his cockhead, unsure whether he wanted to stare at Frank’s abs flexing as he slammed his cock home, or at the stern, focused expression on the face above. A drop of sweat fell down Frank’s big nose and dropped to Ezra’s lips, making him shiver with anticipation. Most of the sex Ezra had was mediocre, average, even when he wasn’t on the clock, but with chemistry as fiery as the sparks exploding whenever their eyes met, he was unable to control himself. But maybe it didn’t matter if tonight he’d be a bit too sweaty, a bit too lewd, a bit too much. Tomorrow, Frank would be gone from his life, and he wanted to enjoy every minute of this ride.

“Yes. Like that. Hard,” he whimpered as his insides throbbed around the hard cock.

Frank’s intense gaze roamed all over Ezra alongside his hand as he pistoned into him at a frantic pace that made the wild cats tattooed on his chest come alive and roar. It was so damn good. So exciting. And real. And oh—Ezra shivered when Frank turned his head and kissed the side of Ezra’s knee.

“I want you to come first. I’m not resting until I feel your cum on my chin, and your needy ass clenching around my cock,” he growled like a tiger about to dig into his prey. But Ezra wanted to be consumed. Ripped apart and put back together.

He grinned, briefly hiding behind his forearm when the friction became almost too overwhelming. “Maybe I should edge you, huh?”

Frank snorted and leaned down to press his face under Ezra’s chin. “You can try, but I think your dick knows what it wants.” With those words, he slid his hand between their overheating bodies and grabbed Ezra’s cock in that massive paw of a hand. Its size didn’t make Ezra self-conscious. In a hand that big, any dick would seem smaller.

There was no room to ponder things so trivial though when Frank once more quickened his thrusts and pumped Ezra’s dick at the same pace. He licked Ezra’s sweaty neck and then scraped his teeth over the sensitive skin, as if he were about to bite. Ezra knew he’d told him not to, but in that moment he wanted to be covered with love bites.

But like the gentleman he clearly was under all the ink, Frank kissed him instead. “Go on, moan for me.”

Hadn’t Ezra been doing this the whole time? He wasn’t sure anymore, but at this point his mouth was parched, his chest tight, and his insides throbbing with pleasure. There was no point in holding back, so he relaxed, focusing on Frank’s rhythm. His hands moved up the firm torso, climbed the thick, stubbly neck, finally settling on the sides of Frank’s face. There was something magnetic in the meeting of their eyes, and as Frank rolled his thumb over Ezra’s cockhead, his entire body spasmed, releasing the built-up tension.


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