Pretty Daring Read online Jessa Kane (Rags to Riches #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Rags to Riches Series by Jessa Kane
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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“You should have told me,” I say raggedly. “I’m too far gone now.”

“Maybe that’s what I wanted.”

“Ah, God. Pretty, young thing like you should be eased into this, but I can’t. I can’t…”

“I don’t want easy,” she whispers in my ear. “That’s why I laid down for you.”

Possession flames to life inside of me, hot and glowing. “Listen here, little girl.” I plow my dick into her hard. “Unless you want me to go back to prison, that’s the last time you walk around in a bathing suit, unless I’m with you. Because I will fucking murder anyone who looks at my princess. You hearing me?”

“Yes.” She wiggles around beneath me, trying to get comfortable, but it only succeeds in making my cock fatter. When she realizes that, she stops with a sob. “I won’t. I promise.”

I drive into her hard, fast. Again and again. Fucking her body up and down the couch. “I can’t believe you’ve been walking around without my protection so long. How the fuck did you keep that cherry?” I ask her through my teeth. “Doesn’t matter now, princess. I’ve got you fucked and bleeding all over this couch, don’t I? Mine now. All mine.”

For long moments, there’s nothing but a blur of my body grinding and pumping above hers, the slap of my balls against her ass echoing in the living room. I’m groaning so loudly, I barely recognize the sound of my own voice. There’s no help for it. She’s clamped around my cock so fucking tight and now I know it’s because she’s never had a man. With that incredible thought ringing in my head, I can’t help but hold her down until she’s melted into the cushions and bang her harder, entering her with wet smacks of flesh.

“Ezra,” she whimpers, her thighs settling around my waist. “Ohhhh, it’s starting to feel so good. That t-tickle is coming back.”

I roar my satisfaction into her neck. “You can get off with virgin blood drying on your thighs, little girl? That’s a very good thing, because I’ve got a lifetime without you to make up for, starting now. This pussy is booked solid for the next seventy years.”

That little flash of trouble I saw in her eyes earlier is back. She sinks her teeth into her bottom lip and tightens up her pussy muscles. Hard. “You’re booked solid, too,” she whispers.

I’m not expecting the claim of ownership to come out of her mouth and it wrecks me. It fucking wrecks me. Before I can stop it, the come shoots up out of my balls and fills her tiny cunt to the brim. My throat muscles ache from my shout, my abdomen knitting up and shaking with the force of the semen leaving my body. “Jesus Christ. Fuck!” My mind shouts a denial over the fact that I came too early, but my disappointment in myself is swallowed up by the sheer magnitude of my pleasure.

The room fades to nothing around me and there’s nothing in the world but her wet hole, accepting my thrusts over and over again. Even after I fill her with my spend, I continue to squelch in and out, sending come splashing over her stomach, thighs, the couch. And I keep going. And going. I must have been storing this pressure inside me for seven fucking years. Longer. Because I’ve been without her my whole life. My orgasm takes several minutes to deplete me and when it does, my body goes limp.

Her hands smooth up my sweating, heaving back and for the first time since being released from prison, I truly feel home.

When an ounce of my strength returns, I lift my head and look down into her beautiful, flushed face. I kiss her mouth, her forehead, her nose. “You should have told me you were a virgin.”

She looks momentarily contrite until her sassiness shines back through. “Would it have made a difference in how…hard you took me?”

Now I’m contrite. “Not today, princess.” We share a lazy smile and I realize something with a sinking feeling. Something important. “I haven’t even asked your name.”

Her hesitation is short. “Ophelia.”

God, it’s so pretty, it’s almost worthy of her. “Ophelia.” I kiss her long and hard. “You belong to Ezra now.”

She nods slowly.

“I’ll get a towel and clean you up,” I say, coming to my feet with a groan and stretching, letting her eyes explore my body. Even at half mast, my cock makes her suck in a breath and I decide it was a good thing she didn’t see it before we fucked or she would have been too nervous to take a single one of my twelve inches. “Don’t move.”

I’m only in the bathroom for a minute because I can’t stand being away from her. I want to hold her, kiss her, figure out where we’ll be living—together. And I want to get my mouth on her nipples, my hands on her ass. Yeah, I’m already getting hard again for my Ophelia.


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