His for the Taking (Men in Charge #5) Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Men in Charge Series by Tory Baker
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Total pages in book: 56
Estimated words: 52598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 263(@200wpm)___ 210(@250wpm)___ 175(@300wpm)
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“Fuck, yes. Look at you, Kody. You’re fucking wild for me.” He pulls his mouth away, never stopping the onslaught of his fingers the entire time. Our eyes meet as he gets back to working me up to another orgasm I absolutely know will rock my world. I only hope I’m not a crying mess afterward. No amount of makeup can hide the splotchiness or red eyes, and trying to explain to your family that your man fucked you so raw it sent you in a tailspin would not be easy. Jameson keeps his watchful gaze locked on mine, his blue eyes searing my own. I’m a shivering mess. Another set of sheets will have to be changed after this, especially given how wet I am.

“Oh fuck, fuck, fuck!” My head tips back, thighs locking around his ears, hips twisting, wanting to get away yet stay perfectly still. It’s a conundrum with how amazing Jameson can make me feel, yet my body is saying to move to make it last longer. It’s an intensity like no other. I’m rushing toward the best feeling in the world. Jameson’s sucking on my clit, moving his fingers in and out of my wet center, and when my orgasm starts, he takes the opportunity and pushes the tip of his thumb inside my ass. My head rocks back on the pillow, vision blurring, and lights burst beneath my closed lids.

I don’t move. I stay completely still, the energy completely zapped from my body. I cover my eyes with my arm, blocking the light slowly creeping along the horizon. Neither of us remembered to close the blinds last night, and now I’m paying the price. Jameson doesn’t seem to mind. The man is currently placing a kiss on either side of my thighs, wetness from his cheeks left in his wake. The sensation does nothing to calm the euphoria within me.

“Babe, you good?” he asks. I move my arm, wanting to see the visual beauty of him when I feel him climbing up my body.

“Yeah. I mean I think so.” I’m awarded with a smirk. He’s the proud peacock shaking his tail feathers. I’d never say that aloud. He’d laugh and show me exactly how proud he is and how fast he can make me come. Cock, mouth, fingers. And I wouldn’t put it past him to bring my toys out to play.

“You stay here just like this. I’m going to make some coffee. I want this view when I come back.” He runs the underside of his thick and heavy cock along my wet slit. If I weren’t completely spent, I’d hitch my legs over his waist, attempt to lock him in place, and move my body back and forth until he’s coming all over my wet pussy.

“If I must.” He shakes his head, drops a kiss on my lips, then crawls backward, his cock dragging along my wet center yet again. When he stands up after moving off the mattress, I plant my feet, spreading my legs further, and find his look of sheer determination.

“You must. Coffee first.” The way he licks his lips… My wetness may now be dried on his lips, but I have no doubt my taste still lingers. I watch as Jameson walks out of the bedroom in all his naked glory, enjoying the view of his tight backside. Jesus, my core clenches, aching for him all over again, and I just freaking came. Jameson Evans has me completely addicted to the way he doles out orgasms. He’s ten times better than any toy could ever be, even when he puts his big ole foot in his mouth at times.

28

KODY

I rub my hands on my jeans for the hundredth time since Jameson parked the truck and we’ve been walking toward the photobooth. I was going to wear leggings, an oversized sweater, and boots but then had a change of heart, put jeans on, a tighter-fitting shirt, and a cardigan with ballet flats. My hair is down, my makeup is light, and my nerves are on fire.

“You got this, babe. Everything is ready. All you have to do is show up.” Jameson rubs my lower back as we make our way, ready to get to work and set everything up.

“I hate to break it to you, but there’s way more than just showing up. I’ve got to set up the props, make sure the lighting is right, have a panic attack, and pray I don’t bomb.” I love the confidence Jameson has in me, a facet I one day hope to achieve. Today is not that day. Maybe next time or the time after that. There’s a reason why I’m working with mini sessions today, twenty to thirty minutes for either children or a family. I was going to do an appointment system of sorts then thought better of it. The more the merrier, or if I had a slot not fill up, I wouldn’t be standing around looking like a total loser. I’d rather have my mom give them a ticket and a time frame in which we’ll be with them; that way, they can come back. It’s easier on everyone, especially the children.


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