Joker’s Wild Read online Renee Rose (Vegas Underground #5)

Categories Genre: Angst, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vegas Underground Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 57205 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 286(@200wpm)___ 229(@250wpm)___ 191(@300wpm)
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His breath grows rough. His grip tightens on my leg.

“Yes, Junior, please,” I plead, because I’m close—so close—and I can tell he is too. His thrusts grow erratic and then he slams so hard I’m unable to hold myself away from the edge of the counter. I hit it and give a little squeal of pain.

“Sorry!” Junior pants, pulling out and spinning me around. He cups my chin and peers down in my face. “You all right?”

“Don’t stop,” I beg, even though he already has.

He picks me up by the waist and sits my bare ass on the counter, then spreads my knees wide and licks into me again. I clutch at his head as he licks with fervor. I tear at his hair, screaming loud enough to wake every neighbor.

He pauses, lifting his eyes to me. “You don’t come,” he warns, employing his stern don voice. He flicks his tongue over my clit. “You don’t ever come until I give you permission. Got it?”

I nod quickly, eager to do whatever it takes to climax.

He scoops me off the counter and I wrap my legs around his waist. He carries me into the living room where he drops me and bends me over the stuffed arm of his couch.

“I need you where I can pound you hard like you deserve,” he explains.

The position is actually perfect—the padded arm of the sofa cushions my hips and the height and angle are perfect. The moment he enters me, I’m ready to come. Every thrust sets me on fire. My inner thighs tremble and quake, my voice warbles in my throat.

And then he shoves his thumb back up my ass.

The sensation of having both holes filled at once sets off fireworks behind my eyes. Junior pounds into me, holding me captive with his thumb, owning me again. “You gonna be a good girl now? Huh, doll? Gonna keep sassing me every chance you can get?”

“Yes...no!” I can’t figure out the right words to say to get my reward. I’m so desperate to come, I’d say anything. “Junior, God, please.”

He curses and slams in hard, slapping my ass with his loins four more times before he shouts.

I don’t come. Maybe because the thumb in my ass keeps me open—like my body won’t contract around it. I don’t know how he knows it, but he pulls his thumb out, reaches around the front of my hips and rubs my clit. “Come, Desiree.”

That’s all it takes. I go off like a rocket ship, my whole body convulsing as I squeeze the cum out of his cock.

The room spins.

* * *

Junior

“How did you know?” Desiree croaks.

For one bizarre moment, I think she means about her missing son. “Know what, doll?”

“That I hadn’t come?”

I chuckle. “Baby, you never stopped begging.” The woman is off the charts with her sex noise. I mean, she coulda been a porn star. I’ve never had a woman show so much appreciation in my life.

“I didn’t?”

“I thought you were being especially obedient because I told you not to come.” I pull out, lift her up and turn her around. She falls back to sit on the end of the sofa, like she’s too trembly to stand. “Were you having a hard time reaching the finish line?”

I don’t know why I’m speaking in metaphor when I’ve already said every filthy thing on the planet to her.

She shoves her thick hair back from her flushed face. “Yeah. It was hard with something in my ass.”

I cock my head. Again, maybe I misread her. I thought for sure she enjoyed the ass play. “Because it hurt?”

She laughs, leaning her forehead against my chest like she needs to hide her face for this conversation. “No, it just was different, that’s all. I didn’t want to tighten up when I was being held open.”

I chuckle again and stroke the back of her neck.

After a minute, when our breath has slowed, she lifts her head. “You’d better disinfect the hell out of that counter. I can’t believe you put my bare ass on it.”

A surprised laugh comes out of me. “I promise I will bleach the fuck out of it. And yes, it was my job to clean up tonight, but I got sidetracked with a phone call. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to leave the mess for you.”

If anyone who knows me was present, they would shoot me and asked what I’ve done with the real Junior Tacone, because I never apologize. It’s a trait my father taught me. Although maybe he’s also the guy who taught me that none of those rules apply to the woman in your life.

Even not knowing me, Desiree appears surprised. “I was just giving you shit. If I didn’t feel like doing the dishes, I would’ve just left them for you to do in the morning.”


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