Meant for Her (Meant For #2) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Meant For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 95393 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 382(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

dakota

He plants himself to the root as my limbs wrap around him, needing him even closer to me even though he’s literally inside me. His arms let go as he lies on top of me, burying his face in my neck. “Baby,” he murmurs, kissing me softly, “I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life.” He turns to the side, bringing him up to me. “Jesus,” he pants out, “I’m not even out of you, and I want to be back in you.”

“If it makes you feel any better.” I kiss the top of his head. “I want you back in there.” I wait a couple of minutes before moving away from him. “I’m going to go clean up.”

“No.” He shakes his head. “I’m going to fuck you again in a couple of minutes.” I try not to smile but fail at it. “I just need a second.”

I lie beside him, putting my hands on his chest, and then putting my chin on it. “Will you come and get the girls with me?” His hand is rubbing my naked shoulder. “We can bring them around to see the house.”

“Whatever you want.” We are in the middle of the bedroom on the floor, our clothes scattered around us, and I don’t have a care in the world. Our legs are intertwined as my front is pressed to his side. I’ve never been fucking happier in my life, lying in the brand-new house I bought for me with the man who I’m in love with. Who I drove crazy enough that he fucked me on my new bedroom floor. It doesn’t get better than this, but what he says next might be.

“I have a break in January,” he says softly. “Do you think you can get away for a couple of days?”

I put my hand on his chest and rest my chin on it. “I will call my parents as soon as we get in the car,” I tell him, and he pulls me up to lie on his chest. “Where are we going to go?”

“Wherever we go, you’ll be naked the whole time,” he teases, making me laugh, “and we are going to fuck on every single piece of surface in the place.”

I roll my lips. “That sounds like a busy couple of days.”

“Oh, it’s going to be.” He kisses me, and his kisses make me weak. I open my legs to straddle him, finding his cock ready for me. “How much time we got?” he asks.

“Enough time for me to come one more time,” I tell him, lifting myself up and reaching between us to grab his cock before I slide down on him. His hands grip my hips until his balls hit my ass. “Maybe twice if we hurry,” I add, lifting up again and sliding down. His cock is thicker than my vibrator. “Hmm,” I moan when his hands cup my tits, and he rolls my nipples.

“God, your pussy is like a grip on my cock,” he declares before sucking my nipple into his mouth and holding my hips down on him. “I want to sit up,” he says, wrapping an arm around my waist and sitting up with his back against the bed. “Fuck, I went deeper in you, and now I don’t want you to move.”

“Too bad.” I place my feet beside his hips and move up slowly, feeling every single vein in his cock. “It’s so good.” I move up and down on him, wanting to get him deeper and deeper in me. His hands grip my hips so tight I hope they leave his mark on me.

“What were you thinking right then?” he asks as he moves me up and down on his cock. “Whatever you were thinking, your pussy clenched.”

“I was thinking how I hoped you left a mark on me.” I put my hand on his shoulder.

“You want my mark on you?” He can barely talk, his jaw is clenched, and I nod. He leans down and sucks my nipple deep into his mouth before letting it go and then sucking right next to it, leaving a red mark on my skin. “And this one also.” He goes over to my other tit, doing the same thing. “God, you’re so wet it’s dripping down.” I move as fast as I can, and he sucks his thumb into his mouth before reaching between us. “Time to make you come again,” he announces right before his thumb rubs my clit, making me hiss. “She likes this.”

“I’ve never—” I start, getting distracted while he plays with my clit. “I’ve never—” His cock rubs my G-spot, and his fingers play with my clit. I have no control over what is happening with my body. I am a fiddle, and his cock is the bow. I lean back, arching. “Fuck,” I pant out, “fuck.” When his cock hits the right area, I moan, “I’m⁠—”


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