Maverick (Iron Rogues MC #1) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Iron Rogues MC Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
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“I need it harder,” she whimpered, her movements growing rougher as she rode me.

I slapped her ass hard, making her gasp from a mixture of pain and lust. “Don’t defy me, Molly, or you won’t be able to sit down for a fucking week.”

Her green orbs met mine, flaring with even more heat as she clenched her inner muscles, and I nearly lost control. “You want it hard, baby?”

She nodded frantically, but I grasped her hips to keep her from moving, smiling wickedly when she cried out, “No! Please, don’t stop!”

“I’m just getting started,” I told her before flipping us so she was on her back and pushed her legs open as wide as they could comfortably go. Then I bent her knees, planting her feet flat on the mattress.

Bending over her, careful not to put pressure on her stomach, I captured her mouth in a deep kiss while guiding her arms up over her head. My hips began moving, slowly at first, making sure to press on her piercing with each thrust.

She tore her lips from mine and whimpered desperately, “Maverick. That’s so good. Oh, yes.” Then she begged. “More. Please, Mav, fuck me!”

I only let her use that word when we were in bed together because it awoke something primal in me. “You want me to fuck you, princess?” I wrapped her fingers around the headboard before sliding my hands under her ass. Then I pounded her like a man possessed…because that’s what I was. She owned every part of me.

“Fuck, baby! Oh, fuck. Such a good girl, taking my cock so damn deep. Oh, fuck yeah. Fuck!”

“I’m so close,” she panted, arching her back and thrusting her pelvis up to meet me every time I drove home.

“Come, Molly. Want to feel your pussy sucking my cock, milking me so I fill you full of me.”

“Maverick!” she screamed as her orgasm crashed over her and her channel clamped down tight on my dick. The spasms of her climax rippled around me, and I slammed into her three more times before sinking as deep as possible. Then I roared her name, shooting my load over and over until she was so full it was oozing out between us.

When my shudders subsided and the world stopped spinning, I collapsed next to my wife and tucked her into my side. “Love you, princess,” I murmured, tucking a few strands of her red curls behind her ear.

“I love you, too, Mav,” she whispered sleepily.

Shifting our positions so we were on our sides, with her back pressed to my front, I splayed my hand on her baby bump and closed my eyes.

I’d been on club business for the past twenty-four hours and had pushed hard to get home as soon as possible. Missed the fuck outta my woman, and the moment I saw her, my only focus had been getting inside her.

Tomorrow, I had plans for us, but tonight, I was gonna rest, content to have Molly in my arms.

“You…you’re going to build me a house?” Molly gasped.

I stood behind my woman, my hand resting on her belly and my chin on the top of her head. “Do you like it?” We had a lot of undeveloped land in the Iron Rogues territory, so I’d purchased a lot and decided to surprise my wife. I didn’t want our son living at the clubhouse, and I wasn’t a fan of an apartment where the neighbors might hear my old lady’s passionate screams. “We can look for a different lot if you don’t. I picked it because it’s close enough for you to walk to the studio but big enough to have a big backyard for our kids to play in.”

“It’s perfect.” She turned and locked her arms around my neck, gazing up at me with so much love that it made my chest tighten. Then she frowned, but there was a twinkle in her eyes that told me she was about to get sassy. “Kids? As in plural?”

“I’m thinking four…maybe six…”

Molly’s brow rose. “I assume you’re expecting me to be the one to pop out those six—”

“Or eight…” I mused, cutting her off and swallowing a teasing smile. “You look so fucking hot carrying my baby, princess. Expect to be knocked up for the foreseeable future.”

She gasped and stepped back, planting her hands on her curvy hips. “You cannot be serious! If you think you’re going to convince me to have eight kids, you have lost your freaking mind!”

I grinned and tugged her back into my arms, plastering her body against mine. My dick never fully went down around my woman, but all this talk about knocking her up—even when she was currently pregnant—had me hard as a rock. I pushed my hips against hers and dropped my head down to lick a sensitive spot under her ear. “Is that a challenge, princess?”


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