Heathen (Cerberus MC Las Vegas Chapter #1) Read Online Marie James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Cerberus MC Las Vegas Chapter Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 78732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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"Kaylee?" I prompt, and when she turns her face toward me, it puts her mouth in the perfect position to be kissed.

"Yes?" she pants, sounding as needy as I feel right now.

I shift, reaching down and attempting to reposition my cock, but the damn thing is more than a little eager to escape its denim restraints.

"Shift those wet panties to the side and let me see that pretty pussy of yours."

"Ellis," she moans, my name the sweetest sound on her lips.

With a trembling hand, she does as she's asked, and I swear I'd give every penny in my bank account to swipe my tongue right up the center of this woman.

"I'm fucking throbbing for you, baby," I confess. "My cock is so hard. Touch yourself."

She moves those delicate fingers of hers a lot faster this time than she did this morning, and I take a little pride in the way her hips buck against the first sweep of her fingers.

"Spread your legs, baby. Let me see you."

There's only so much that she can do sitting in the driver's seat, but she's small enough and a little maneuvering is all it will take.

"Bring your leg up here," I urge, holding my arm out.

She turns a little, making it easier to rest the crook of her knee across my forearm.

She's hot to the touch, her silky skin almost on fire with her need.

"Slide one inside," I say after a minute of watching two fingers make intoxicating circles around that sensitive clit of hers.

"Ellis," she moans as she obeys, one finger slipping inside easily.

Her hips jerk and I know she's mere seconds away from orgasm. As much as I could sit here and watch her fuck her own fingers, I'm well past being capable of teasing myself. I need the end as much as she does.

"Look at that pretty pussy grip that finger. I bet it would squeeze the fuck out of my cock. Jesus, baby. Look how wet you are." I pull in a deep breath, resisting the urge to pull her to the back seat and sink my cock to the hilt inside of her. "I bet it wouldn't even fit."

"Ellis," she moans again, her voice making my cock throb with need.

"You'd ache for days after I spent some time inside of you, wouldn't you, baby?"

"Oh," she whimpers, and I can tell by how rigid her body turns that she's coming.

I swear the scent of her arousal triples, thickening in the SUV, and making the windows begin to fog up despite the heat outside.

"Jesus, the way you come," I whisper, gripping her leg tighter as her body trembles.

Her breaths are loud in the SUV as she comes down, and I swear she looks a little drunk when she opens her eyes and rolls her head to the side so she can look in my eyes.

"What about you?" she whispers, and I get a little too lost in watching her mouth to fully understand what she's asking. "Don't you want my mouth on you?"

My cock, fully on board, jerks in my jeans.

"Kaylee," I warn.

"Don't you want my hands stroking you? My pussy gripping that thick cock of yours?"

"Kaylee." This time, her name on my lips is more like a plea because I want all of that. I have since the moment we got married and I pressed my lips to her cheek.

The scent of her made me half-drunk then, and it has left me feeling like I've been missing something all my life. It wasn't until I repeated those vows and was pronounced her husband that I realized it was something I didn't know to ask for.

"See you inside."

And like she didn't just come on her fingers, leaving a wet spot on the seat, she climbs out and goes inside the house.

I'm on her heels, like a puppy chasing after its owner first thing in the morning and breakfast is three hours late.

She giggles, turning my attention into a game, and I chase her up the stairs.

She doesn't hesitate to pull her dress over her head once the bedroom door is closed. A second later, she's kicking off her panties, leaving them in the middle of the floor, before going into the bathroom. When she leaves the door open, and I hear the sound of the water in the shower turning on, I consider it an invitation and don't waste a second kicking off my boots and stripping out of my clothes before joining her.

The water is warm by the time I step inside the shower, and the sight of her orgasm-flushed skin drenched makes my body ache for her even more.

"Here," she says, putting down a bottle of conditioner and stepping into me.

Her hands are the most perfect thing I've ever felt when she doesn't hesitate to take my cock into her slippery palm and run it right down the length of me.


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