Memphis Bound (Bad Boys of Music Row #1) Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boys of Music Row Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 48700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
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He groans, the sound raw and desperate. Then his mouth is on mine, hungry and demanding. I gasp at the sudden onslaught, and he takes advantage, his tongue delving deep to stroke along mine. Desire crashes through me in a tidal wave.

"Memphis," I moan into the kiss, my fingers sliding into his thick hair to tangle in the silky strands. I tug him closer, desperate to feel every inch of his hard body against mine. My palm twinges, but the small pain is nothing compared to the ache deep in my core.

"Christ, the way you say my name…" He grips my hips, dragging me flush against him. The hard ridge of his erection presses into my stomach, and I whimper, grinding shamelessly against him. He growls, nipping at my bottom lip. "Tell me to stop, Toto. Tell me you don't want this."

I should. I should push him away, remind myself of all the reasons this is a terrible idea. But I can't. I don't.

"Please," I plead instead. "Don't stop."

He groans in defeat, in surrender, and kisses me again. His lips are firm and demanding, his tongue stroking deep, claiming every part of me. I'm lost to him.

"We shouldn't be doing this right now," he growls as he drags me off the desk into his lap, his mouth still moving against mine. He finds his way under my shirt, his palm searing me as he drags my shirt up my body.

He rips it off over my head, flinging it away. My bra goes next, the delicate lace tearing beneath his frantic hands.

His mouth covers my breast, his tongue swirling around my nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. I arch into him with a gasp, my fingers digging into his muscular shoulders.

"Christ, Toto. Stop me before I eat you alive," he growls, his hands digging into my hips as he grinds me against his erection.

"If you stop now, I'll freaking strangle you, Memphis."

He chuckles against my breast, the vibration sending heat blasting through me. "Feisty little thing, aren't you?" He bites my nipple, making me cry out. "I like that about you, Toto."

He laves his tongue over the sting, soothing the sharp bite of pain before moving to my other breast. He sucks the sensitive bud between his lips, grazing it with his teeth.

Pleasure streaks through me like lightning, sending me flying.

I rock against him, desperate for friction, for more.

His hands slide down my back to grip my ass, encouraging me to grind on his hard length. Even through our jeans, I feel how long and thick he is. I want him inside me more than I want my next breath.

"Fuck, princess, you're going to make me come in my jeans if you keep that up," he groans, releasing my nipple with a wet pop. His pupils are wide and dilated when he looks up at me, only a thin ring of cobalt remaining. "You want to feel how hard you make me? How fucking desperate I am for this sweet little pussy?"

I whimper, nodding frantically. His filthy words are like an aphrodisiac, getting me drunk on pleasure. "Please, Memphis…"

"Please what, Toto?" He slides a hand between us, popping the button on my jeans and shoving his hand inside. His fingers delve into my panties to stroke through my slick folds. "Fuck, you're soaked. Is this all for me, Kylie?"

"Yes!" I cry as he circles my clit with the rough pad of his finger. "It's all yours."

"Good girl," he praises, thrusting a finger deep inside me.

I clench around him, my body begging for more.

He groans his appreciation. "Christ, you're tight. Gonna feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock."

I sob my agreement.

"This sweet little pussy is mine, isn't it, baby? No one else gets to touch you like this or make you fall apart."

"Yes, all yours," I breathe, too far gone to deny it, to pretend I don't crave his touch more than my next breath. It's all I've wanted since he kissed me. Perhaps since he sat his fine ass down in front of me and teased me about what I was reading.

He pumps his finger a few times before adding a second, stretching me deliciously. He rubs firm circles on my clit with his thumb, and I see stars.

"Oh god, Memphis, I'm going to come," I pant, my hips moving of their own accord, fucking myself on his thick fingers.

"That's it, baby. Ride my fingers until you come," he croons, his eyes locked on my face. "Let me feel this sweet cunt squeeze the fuck out of my fingers. Show me how good I make you feel. Fuckin' drench me."

His filthy encouragement is my undoing.

I shatter with a ragged, keening cry, convulsing on his lap as my orgasm crashes through me. Wave after wave of intense pleasure rolls over me. He works me through it, continuing to thrust his fingers shallowly as he grinds his thumb against my clit, wringing every last bit of pleasure from my trembling body.


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