Officially Over It (SWAT Generation 2.0 #10) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: SWAT Generation 2.0 Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69555 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 348(@200wpm)___ 278(@250wpm)___ 232(@300wpm)
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Then she gave a mighty tug and pulled until I either gave in and pulled away from her breast, or let her pull out my hair.

I bit down lightly, giving her a little pain of her own, and she lightened her pull. But she didn’t stop.

I laughed at the way that she growled so cutely in frustration.

“I want my pants off, goddammit!” she cried out. “Take them off!”

I laughed and instead switched to the other breast, pulling that one into my mouth hard.

She loosened her hold up even more, crying out and keening as I pulled on her nipple roughly.

“Fuck,” she groaned. “What are you doing to me?”

This time when I pulled myself up, I captured both of her hands and pinned them above her head with one of mine, then went back to the neglected nipple that wasn’t as red or wet from my mouth as the other.

“Now, where was I?” I teased as I blew gently against it.

She shivered as goosebumps started to fill her chest.

Those nipples, though?

Those were perfect little peaks that practically begged for more attention.

At least, I was about to give them some before I found myself flat on my back and staring up at the ceiling in surprise.

“What the hell was that?” I asked, sitting up.

“That,” she growled as she crawled off the bed and roughly started to loosen the drawstrings of her scrub pants. “Was me getting you off of me so I could get these stupid pants off!”

I watched her tug them down as I contemplated my next move.

“I was leaving them on because I don’t have any condoms,” I pointed out.

She narrowed her eyes.

“I think we’re beyond that point, don’t you?” she asked grimly as she shoved her panties and pants down to her ankles.

They got tangled up around her ankles because she was still somehow wearing those ugly ass shoes.

But it didn’t take her long to kick them off.

“Take off your pants,” she ordered fiercely as her clothes sailed across the room.

I looked at her standing there in her bright pink compression socks that went up to her knees and knew that I’d never seen a more beautiful thing in my life.

She didn’t shave her pussy.

It was a bushy curly mess that made me want to bury my face in between her legs and stay there for days.

And her haughty, I don’t give a fuck attitude was making me want to wrap my arms around her, throw her down onto the bed on her hands and knees, and fuck it right out of her.

Her hair was slipping down from the bun that she had at the top of her head, a few stray spirals curling down around her ears and chin.

Her mascara was slightly smudged now, whether from me or from her, I wasn’t sure.

But seriously, my heart was pounding so hard in my chest because of how beautiful she looked that I could barely figure out where to start.

“Well?” she snarled. “Are you going to take your pants off? Or am I going to have to do that, too?”

I was almost tempted to allow her to try it.

However, with the flush of annoyance rising on her face and chest, I knew that she wouldn’t take kindly to me laughing while she tried.

So instead, I stood up and slowly started to work my belt open, followed by the button of my jeans.

She watched me work, her eyes everywhere at once, trying to watch the play of muscles in my arms as I unzipped. Then they were at the gap in my pants as the zipper came to a stop at the bottom.

Finally, she watched my eyes as I slowly started to push them down my thighs.

I sat down on the bed and kicked my boots off one by one, then bent forward and yanked my socks and jeans off with rough tugs.

“Most people don’t have abs when they sit down,” she grumbled as she stared.

She was staring at my cock that was well defined through my red boxer briefs.

It’d escaped the confines of the sack of my underwear and was wildly trailing off to the left side down my leg.

Her eyes were narrowed on the spot that I knew she’d wanted to see since I’d gotten it done.

That day that I’d gotten my tattoo?

I’d also gotten a piercing.

She’d teased me mercilessly about what a pussy I was throughout the whole ordeal—okay, so I hated fucking needles. So what?

By the end, I’d been so pissed off at her jabs that I’d decided to go ahead and get my cock pierced while I was there.

She’d sat in the room with me while I’d gotten the apadravya. The moment that the needle had passed through the glans of my penis, I’d nearly passed out.

It was only through sheer force of will that I refused to give Reggie the satisfaction.


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