Law And Beard Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #8)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 71625 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 358(@200wpm)___ 287(@250wpm)___ 239(@300wpm)
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The blanket went with me as I crawled, and the fist in my hair stayed as I settled myself and hooked my fingers in the waistband of his underwear.

I pulled them down and then realized with dismay that I wanted to see what I was doing. Really, really bad.

“I want to see,” I breathed.

I felt him move underneath me, and then a light lit up the room.

I looked at his cock, suddenly right in front of my face, and my heart dropped.

“What?”

He read the devastation on my face.

“I read about how to give a blow job—but I can’t give you one,” I told his dick.

His cock jumped.

“Why?”

I could hear the strain in his voice, and I knew instantly that I was going to give him one whether I knew how to do it or not. The huskiness that had overtaken him was downright sexy.

He wanted my mouth on his cock.

“Because you have an uncut dick…” I told him. “I don’t know what to do with an uncut dick.”

He laughed, and the laugh caused his cock to jump up, tapping my lips.

We both groaned.

“It’s the same as cut dicks, honey,” he explained with a humor laced, husky voice. “Just a little bit of extra skin.”

“What do I do with the extra skin?” I questioned him, touching the tip of his cock that was covered by the extra skin under question.

“Pull it back.”

I pushed it with one finger, revealing the head of his cock—his leaking cock—and let it go.

The skin pushed back up, but it didn’t go as far this time, stuck right around the crest of his cock head and stayed.

Now his cock head remained in view, and I couldn’t help myself. I had to touch his cock with my tongue. I had to.

So I did.

I bent down and licked the little bead of come off the tip of his cock.

His entire body stiffened, but he didn’t try to grab me. Didn’t try to rush me.

“Tell me what else is different about your cock,” I ordered.

Steel started to chuckle, and I watched, fascinated, as his cock moved each time a burst of laughter poured from his beautiful lips.

That’s when I lost the battle with my curiosity and swirled my tongue around the head of his cock.

He brought my hand up to his cock and wrapped me around him as I did.

I looked up at him and watched him watching me.

“Pull it down like this,” he ordered.

I did as instructed, wrapping my hand timidly around his cock.

He tightened his hand and made me fist him like I was holding onto him for dear life.

“I won’t break.”

No, with the cock he had, I didn’t think he would.

It was big, thick and beautiful.

Honestly, I’d seen pictures of uncircumcised cocks on the internet. They looked like aardvarks…or at least the ones I’d looked at had.

This one that Steel was wielding, though? Yeah, no aardvark for him.

His was a pipe. The foreskin had acted like a shield for what lay underneath, but once it was revealed, well…the man wasn’t lacking in the cock department.

The tip of his cock was ruddy and there was a healthy drop of fluid coming out of the crown. The actual shaft was riddled with veins, and he had a very juicy one on the underside of his cock that ran the entire length of his penis. So juicy, in fact, that I found myself licking up and down, loving the way it pulsed against my wet tongue.

As a paramedic, veins were my porn.

Steel had some nice ones on his arms. I’d dreamed about giving him an IV. But this one? The one that I was currently running my tongue up and down? Yeah, I was fairly sure that no other would ever displace it from number one.

It would be forever dubbed ‘the best vein’ in my personal book of vein porn. It would never have its crown taken away.

Not ever.

“Suck me into your mouth already.”

I glanced up, remembering about the eye contact, and then sucked just the tip into my mouth.

He about came off the bed.

That’s when I started noticing his body.

I’d seen his shirt plastered to his chest, and his pants against his thighs, for days now.

But, seeing him naked and watching me down the length of his body?

Yeah, his penis vein wasn’t the only thing that was going to be a reoccurring spankbank memory.

This image? The one where I was looking up the length of his body? Yeah, I’d remember it forever, too.

The way his chest hair gathered on his muscular, defined pectorals, then funneled down his chest in a sort of triangle shape to puddle in a skinny pool along the length of his abs.

Abs.

Plural.

Steel was in his fifties, that I’d been able to ascertain.

I didn’t know his exact age, but I knew for a fact that any man would be lucky to have the body that Steel did at his age.


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