Pump Fake (The New York Nighthawks #9) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 136(@200wpm)___ 109(@250wpm)___ 91(@300wpm)
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“Fuck it,” I groaned right before I crashed my mouth down onto hers.

6

BRADY

Talia gasped, and I swept my tongue into her mouth as my arms closed around her. She was still wrapped up in the blanket, so she didn’t have much choice but to stay right where she was and let me take her mouth.

“Fuck, baby,” I mumbled against her lips. “I’ve been trying my damnedest to wait, but I don’t have the strength to let you go.”

Quickly, I scooted back and tore the blanket away, throwing it on the floor. Then I pushed her onto her back and covered her body with mine. One of her legs fell off the couch, and I wrapped the other around my hip as I settled between them.

Lowering my head, I nibbled her lip before gliding my lips along her jaw. Then I worked my way back up to her ear and whispered, “Having your incredible body pressed against me for the past hour was torture. All I could think about was kissing you everywhere. Fucking you. Hearing you scream my name as you fall apart in my arms.”

Talia whimpered, and I leaned back to see her face, making sure she was okay. A slow smile spread across my face when I saw the fiery passion building in her eyes.

I slipped my hands under her T-shirt and yanked down the cups of her bra to palm her naked tits. Talia arched her back, and when I brushed my thumbs over her stiff peaks, her eyes rolled to the back of her head.

“Look at me, Talia,” I demanded.

It took her a second, but she managed to peel her eyes open, and her feverish blue orbs locked with mine.

“Do you want me to kiss you, baby?”

She nodded, and I dropped my head down, stopping when my lips were close enough to feel the heat of her breath on them. “Do you want me to fuck you?” I ground my steely shaft against her pussy, and she moaned, nodding again.

I squeezed her tits and rocked against her. “I need to hear the words, Talia. Do you want me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” she whimpered, lifting her head and pressing her mouth to mine.

Fuck, yes.

I released her breasts and immediately grabbed the hem of her shirt, whipping it over her head. Her pale globes were tipped with berry-colored nipples, and my mouth watered. As my hands slipped under her back to undo the clasp, I bent down and took one of them into my mouth. Talia cried out and arched off the couch, making it even easier for me to take her bra off and toss it away. Then I dove back in to give her other bud the same attention.

Talia pushed my T-shirt up and splayed her hands on my abs. Her hot touch sent a zing of electricity straight to my dick. I let her go long enough to take off my shirt before I descended on her mouth again, pressing our naked chests together.

I groaned at the way our skin sizzled everywhere it touched. My hands roamed over her soft porcelain skin as I lazily explored her mouth. The kiss grew deeper, hotter, and wetter, both of us moaning in bliss.

Finally, I reached the limit of my control. I stretched for the snap on her jeans, but her soft hand stopped me, and I flicked my eyes to her face in surprise. She bit her lip, and her eyes darted away. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”

If she said yes, I had no fucking clue how I would accomplish that task.

Talia shook her head. Thank fuck.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she said hesitantly. “At least, I hope not. I just, um, I wanted to be honest about something. I…um…”

I frowned and grasped her chin, forcing her to meet my gaze. “You can tell me, baby,” I encouraged her. “Anything.”

She swallowed hard, and her cheeks bloomed with pink. “I’ve never done this before.”

“Done what?” I asked, not understanding.

“Um…had…you know.” Her cheeks flamed as she gestured to where my hips were firmly pressed against hers.

“You can’t be serious.” I was utterly shocked and clearly didn't think before I spoke.

Talia’s face fell, the fire in her eyes snuffed out, and she moved her arms across her chest to cover her breasts. I captured her wrists and pushed her hands up above her head, cuffing them with one of my hands, so I could hold her chin with the other. “That didn’t come out right. I’m shocked, yes, but only because you’re so damn gorgeous. How the fuck has no man laid a claim on you?”

Her eyes sparked with hope, but she still seemed wary. “I’ve never met anyone I wanted to…touch me.”

“Shit.” I didn’t deserve to be her first, but I was fucking ecstatic at the realization that she would never belong to anyone but me. “That’s…maybe it makes me a twisted Neanderthal, but the thought of popping your cherry just makes me even hotter. To be the only cock to sink into your tight pussy, to be the one who stretches you, breaks you in, and the only one to feel your muscles spasm as you come around me. Fuck. I’m barely hanging on, Talia.”


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