Kinda Don’t Care Read online Lani Lynn Vale (Simple Man #1)

Categories Genre: Action, Alpha Male, Funny, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Simple Man Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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Jesus, the man was sex personified.

He was everything that I shouldn’t want, and the one thing that I really needed all rolled into a perfect ball of badass.

I moved until I was behind him, then reached forward and ran my fingers through the unruly locks.

“It surprises me that your hair is this wild even though it’s not that long,” I whispered, scratching his scalp with my fingernails.

He leaned back and let his head lean against my chest.

“Spent all those years being forced to do this, or that, when it came to my hair. I’m thankful I can actually grow it out without getting reprimanded.” He paused. “But I plan on getting a trim tomorrow.”

“I don’t know,” I teased. “I kind of enjoy having something to grab hold of.”

He let his head trail along my breasts, rubbing back and forth, causing my nipples to peak and harden.

I swallowed and tugged on his hair, causing him to lean his head back even more.

Then I leaned forward and kissed him upside down.

“You know,” I said against his lips. “This is a definite turn from the other few times we’ve done this.”

I pulled away slightly and let him see my eyes, and the mirth that filled them.

“You want to be in charge?” he asked.

I swallowed, then nodded. “For a little bit, anyway.”

He stood up, and I let go of his head so I wouldn’t break his neck, and then turned so that he was sitting in the chair normally.

“What will you have me do, mistress?”

I bit my lip. “It’s not what I would have you do,” I said, dropping down to my knees. “It’s what I want to do to you.”

He turned in his seat and I scooted between his thighs.

Then I reached for his jeans, unbuttoned them, and tugged lightly.

He caught what I was asking and lifted his hips, allowing me to pull his pants down to pool around his ankles.

I smirked up at him. “Do you ever wear underwear?”

He shrugged.

“Sometimes. When I feel like it,” he answered.

I shook my head. “If I didn’t wear panties, would it drive you insane?”

His eyes flared.

“You go without panties, and we’re going to have problems,” he countered.

“Why?” I leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his thigh.

He hissed in a breath.

“Because,” he said.

I kissed the other thigh.

His legs were tan, despite it being the dead of winter, and I found that it was quite annoying how he was always so perfect.

Even his cock was perfect.

It was long, thick, and had the picture-perfect head topping it.

Seriously, penises weren’t pretty. At least, I’d never found them pretty.

But Rafe’s wasn’t just pretty. It was everything a woman would want in a penis.

“For Christ’s sake. Please, put it in your mouth already.”

I snorted.

“You’re not very good at this me being in charge thing, are you?” I teased.

I leaned forward and circled the tip of his cock with my tongue, flicking the underside a little more roughly than I would’ve if he hadn’t urged me to take him.

He growled, and I felt his hands move to his thighs. I looked at those hands out of the corner of my eyes and nearly laughed at the way his fingers were white with how hard he was holding on.

“Feel okay?” I inquired.

“Yes,” he gritted out. “Fucking perfect.”

I’d done nothing but touch my tongue to him. What would he do when I took him in my mouth?

I pulled back, made sure to catch his eyes, and then leaned back down, this time maintaining eye contact while I took him into my mouth.

The feel of his smooth penis encased in a silky layer of steel was enough to make my thighs clench in need at the anticipation of what he would feel like when he was inside of me.

“Sweet baby Jesus,” he groaned.

I would’ve laughed had my mouth not already been occupied.

Instead of giving him that, though, I pushed his cock so far into my throat that I started to gag.

And he started to lose control.

Over and over I pulled out just to take him back inside until I felt him finally snap.

His hands went to my hair, and his hips jerked.

“Warning.”

I didn’t stop.

Didn’t even think about stopping. My squeamishness toward body fluids was non-existent, and all I could think about was drinking him down.

I suctioned my mouth around the tip, pumped him with two hands, and nearly moaned when I felt the first spurt of his come hit my mouth.

“Oh, fuck,” he repeated for what seemed the fifteenth time in as many minutes.

I swallowed. Then swallowed again.

And finally, when he was no longer spurting freely, I pulled back and looked up at him.

“Okay?”

He nodded, his head now leaned back, and his Adam’s apple bobbing as he struggled to take in deep breaths of air.

“Think you can return the favor?” I asked, stripping my shirt over my head.


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