Holding On (Ruthless Sinners MC #2) Read Online L. Wilder

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ruthless Sinners MC Series by L. Wilder
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 283(@300wpm)
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The heat and desire building within me was obvious as he freed himself from his jeans and boxers, letting them fall to his ankles before kicking them to the side. I nearly groaned out loud at the image he painted; he was beautiful. He was built the way a man ought to be built … tall, muscular, broad shoulders … my god. Just looking at him made me feel alive.

Completely captivated, I watched as he took his thick length in his hand and started to slowly stroke himself from root to tip—teasing me with every flick of his wrist. His perfectly defined physique laced with intricate ink tempted me in way I couldn’t begin to describe. I was just about to lean forward and run my hands all over those tattoos when he suddenly knelt before me. My mouth fell open at the realization of his intentions, and I could feel the wet heat of desire emanating from my center.

I gasped as his fingertips gripped my thighs, parting my legs to sink between them. He ran his thumb leisurely along the folds of my sensitized skin, touching just around where I wanted him most. He took his time stroking me while his other hand cupped my breast, the rough, calloused pad of his finger stroking me. My head fell back as I reveled in the lavish attention of his touch.

“Lie back,” he gently ordered, watching me with a reverence that stilled my breath.

Without hesitation, I did as he commanded, my body begging impatiently for his next caress. He leaned forward, and I could feel his warm breath as he began to shower my abdomen and thighs with tantalizing kisses. My body began to quiver with anticipation as the bristles of his beard brushed against my center. My hands gripped the comforter as I felt his tongue sweep against me. Two deft fingertips spread me apart as his tongue swirled around, and he began to suck gently on my most sensitive spot. My back arched in pleasure as one long finger slid slowly inside me, testing me. He pulsed his finger, in and out, and I began to writhe beneath him.

My hands drifted to his head, my fingers tangling in his hair as I panted, “Oh God,” over and over again.

I was right at the edge, and with one last brush of his tongue, I came undone like never before. He reached over and took a condom from the pocket of his jeans. I lay there watching him, trying to catch my breath as he rolled it down his long, thick shaft. I’d wanted him since the moment I’d laid eyes on him, but I’d had no idea just how glorious the sight before me would be. He was breathtakingly sexy. Rugged, the embodiment of manliness, and harboring a desire for me in his eyes that lit a fire inside me that I feared would never fade.

I was still in a haze of passion when he moved back on top of me and centered himself between my legs. I gasped eagerly as the tip of his cock brushed against me, setting every nerve in my body on fire. Our naked bodies pressed against each other, his hot skin against mine. I was in heaven. I opened my legs invitingly as he slowly slid his thick length inside me. My breath caught in my chest as my body adjusted to the welcome intrusion. He moved gently as he pulled back and entered me again, filling me completely. Instinctively, I rocked my hips against him, hungry for more, urging him to give me everything he had to give. His slow thrusts quickly became voracious and demanding, and my body responded immediately, giving him everything he wanted.

I could feel him finally give in to his carnal nature and lose himself in the moment, his hands on my body, roaming, squeezing, and pulling me against his muscular frame. His hips slammed into mine over and over again, hard and steady, building a punishing rhythm. I arched into him as he drove deeper, gasping as his cock rubbed against my g-spot. I cried out in pleasure, digging my nails into his shoulders as my body moved in time with his, the delicious friction sending waves of ecstasy through me.

Noah was everything I’d fantasized about and more. His mouth crashed down on mine as he thrust harder and faster, claiming what was his. His impassioned growls spurred me on as surges of pleasure wracked my body and the dam finally broke.

“Oh God! Noah!” My cries echoed around us as the all-consuming rush of my climax took hold.

He continued to drive into me as my core pulsed around him and he found his own release. His fingers dug into my hips as he held me tightly in place with a sated groan. Moments later, he lowered himself down on the bed next to me, and whispered, “Damn. I was right. You are going to ruin me.”


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