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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“Give it to me,” he demands, rubbing my clit back and forth. I’ve never in my life had an orgasm build like this.

As he plays with my clit and my G-spot, I close my eyes. “I don’t know,” I try to say, but it fades out as I come all over him. His hands guiding me up and down his cock, I lean forward, putting my mouth on his. “Christopher,” I say as he slides his tongue into my mouth, his hand moving me even faster. I breathe in once, and I let go of his lips. “It’s happening again.”

“I want you with me,” he states, and I can’t even say the words, but I would follow him anywhere. He groans out my name, his hands moving me like I’m a rag doll as I come again right after. He slowly stops moving me when my ass is on his thighs, his cock still in me, and my head is lying on his shoulder. Our chests stick to each other as his hand slip from my tits to wrap around me.

“I don’t know what you did to me,” I say, trying to get my breathing under control, “but I’d like to do that again.”

“Anytime.” He squeezes his arms harder around me before kissing the top of my head. “We have to get the girls.” I nod but I don’t move for a couple of seconds before finally getting off him.

“Thank you.” I look at him as he gets to standing. I finally take in his whole body, which is like a walking Calvin Klein underwear ad. His abs are on fucking point, his thighs thick with muscle, his cock like a work of fucking art. Nice, long, and thick, so thick I almost gagged when he thrust into me when I was sucking his dick.

“You keep looking at me like that, and I’m going to have to bend you over and fuck you again.”

“You can’t say things like that.” I practically stomp my foot. “Now I want to be late.”

He slaps my ass, laughing. “Put that on the top of your list.”

“No,” I retort, walking toward the master bathroom, “because I want to be on my hands and knees next time with you pulling my hair.”

He stops moving next to me. “I’m going to go in the other bathroom.” He points over his shoulder. “Because if you touch me right now, I’m going to forget we have to get the girls, and they’ll be sitting there waiting for us, and everyone is going to know we are late because I was fucking you.”

“How would they know?” I ask, confused. “We could be in traffic.”

“They would know because I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’ll have trouble walking.” How can just words make me wet? “I can see from your eyes you want that just as bad as me.”

“Yes,” I whisper.

“Go get cleaned up, Dakota.” He motions with his chin, and all I can do is nod at him and head to the bathroom. Only when I’m in the bathroom do I see the two marks he left on my breasts and another of his teeth on my shoulder, and I can’t remember when he did that one.

He comes in a minute later. “When did you do this?” I ask, pointing at his teeth marks.

“When you came twice in a row.” I nod as I wet a facecloth to clean myself off. “Did I hurt you?”

I look over at him. “You could never hurt me,” I reassure him softly, and he bends down to kiss me.

“Do I smell of sex?” I ask, leaning into him when we get to the school parking lot.

“No,” he says, “but you smell like me.”

“So like sex.” I laugh, pulling open the door and getting out.

The girls run out to us, and it’s so simple having him here with me these days. We drive to the house, and the kids are just as shocked as Christopher was, but then they choose their rooms.

It takes one week to get the whole house packed up, thanks to Zoe and her magic of knowing people. A group of four people have come in every single day, and we’ve gone from room to room. The good news is that once the boxes were packed up, they took them over to the new house and unpacked them. It was a godsend. The only room I didn’t do anything with was the basement. I made them do all of the packing and rented a storage unit. Even though I didn’t want anything to do with the things there, I know my girls will want it when they get old enough. If they don’t, then I can give it to Eddie.

He was more than surprised when I told him we were moving, and a little bit angry and pissed that I did it without talking to him. The conversation ended at a stalemate. I had to respect he was mourning his son, and he had to respect I was moving on.


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