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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Her eyes fly to my face, a gasp leaving her lips as she goes to remove her hand.

"Leave it there. Help me fuck this sweet ass, princess."

Her eyes widen at my filthy command, eyes black with lust. "Yes," she whimpers, working her finger deeper alongside mine. The tight clasp of her ass around our fingers has my cock throbbing in her pussy.

Slowly, I add a second finger, stretching her. She gasps and writhes on my lap, impaled on my cock and our fingers. It's the most erotic sight I've ever seen.

"Memphis," she pants, grinding down on me. "Please, more…"

With my free hand, I reach up to wrap my fingers gently around her throat, applying the barest hint of pressure.

Her emerald eyes fly open, locking with mine.

"Look how good you take this big dick, baby. Fuck." I buck my hips, forcing myself deeper. "I'm going to pound my fuckin' name into this pretty little thing."

"You already have," she gasps, struggling to catch her breath. "Property of Memphis."

"Damn straight." I buck my hips again, making her bounce on my cock and our fingers. I tighten my grip on her throat just a fraction, careful not to hurt her, but giving her the edge she craves. "And this dick is yours, Kylie. So come on it like a fuckin' good girl, wife."

The moment I call her wife, her pussy clenches around my cock as she shouts my name.

"Wife," I growl again.

"Memphis!" she screams, her pussy spasming around my cock as her orgasm crashes over her. Her ass clamps down on our fingers, the tight ring of muscle fluttering wildly.

"Fuck, Toto," I groan, fighting the urge to blow my load. The feel of her coming apart above me, combined with the sting of her nails digging into my chest, has me teetering on the edge. "Milk my cock, baby. Fuckin' drench me again."

She does just that, squirting all over my cock and balls. The sight of her losing it like she is snaps the bond of my restraint.

"Fuck!" I roar, pounding up into her with a ferocity that takes my breath. With a few more wild thrusts, I empty myself deep inside her perfect body, my cock pulsing and throbbing as I give her everything.

Her pussy clenches around me, milking every last drop as she tumbles over the edge with me again, crying out my name.

It's the best damn orgasm of my life.

When I can breathe again, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to my chest. Her heart pounds against my ribcage.

"Are you happy, baby?" I ask, my lips against her temple.

She nestles into the crook of my neck. "I've never been happier, Memphis," she says, her voice soft. "I didn't know this kind of happiness even existed until you."

"Good," I whisper, my eyes drifting closed. "Because we've got a whole goddamn lifetime of it ahead, Toto."

If Jayson is up there looking down at us, I hope he knows that I'll never fuck up with her again. She's the best fucking thing that ever happened to me. I won't ever jeopardize that—not ever.

"Best Wizard ever," she sighs happily, leaving me with a smile on my face.

Epilogue

Kylie

Five Years Later

"Mama!"

I glance up as Jaycee's excited squeal rings out in the empty bar. My face lights up as I see Memphis striding through the doors, trying to contain her in his strong arms. It's not easy to do.

Our four-year-old is hell on wheels, exactly like her daddy. She never stops or slows down. She looks just like her daddy, too. Unfortunately for her, she got my size. She's going to be short and sassy as hell.

I blame Memphis. Loudly and often, actually. He just smirks and lets me do it, but we both know she got her attitude from me.

I won't be admitting that to him anytime soon, though. My mama didn't raise no fool. I need every advantage I can get with my wild husband. It's the only way I manage to stay a step ahead of him. After five years, he knows me far too well.

"Hey, baby girl." I beam at Jaycee, holding out my arms. "What are you doing here?"

She practically launches herself across the top of the bar at me, flinging her tiny arms around my neck. "Comin' to work, Mama," she chirps.

I meet Memphis's gaze, only to find his lips tipped up in my favorite half-smirk.

"That's not what I said, baby girl."

"Yes, it is. You sayed we were comin' to work, Daddy."

"No, I said we were going to see your Mama at work," he corrects, his eyes soft as our daughter narrows hers at him. "You know you can't be here when the bar opens, Sprout. It's illegal."

She huffs an annoyed breath, craning her head back to look at me. "Who maked it illegal, Mama?"

"Um, I'm not sure, baby girl. I guess politicians?"


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