Rattle Some Cages (Battle Crows MC #3) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Battle Crows MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 69927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
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She leaned down and looked inside the gap she’d created, biting her lip as she did.

“I’ve never been curious before,” she said softly.

My instincts perked up, and I was like a shark swimming in blood-infested waters. I knew that she was about to rock my world with what she was about to say.

Nobody ever started a sentence with I’ve never been curious before without ending that sentence with something mind blowing.

It took her so long to finish her sentence that I found my hand tightening into a bloodless fist as I grated out, “And?”

“And,” she let my underwear band snap back into place as she said, “anal has always been something I’ve been interested in, but the fact that your cock is so thick, I don’t think we’ll ever be able to try it for real.”

I blinked.

“I’ve read about it in books,” she continued as if she hadn’t just rocked my world with her statement. “Wondered why anyone would ever want to try it. But the thought of having you fill all of the holes in my body…”

My free hand left her hip and traveled up the length of her chest, between her breasts, over her throat, then to her hair.

Once there, I sank my fingers into the strands and then forced her to go down on her knees.

At first, she resisted, not wanting to go down.

However, with a little bit of perseverance on my part, and a look she couldn’t begin to misunderstand, she sank down between the wall and my legs.

I was a little too tall for what was about to happen, so I had to widen my stance to make it where she could access my cock more easily from the position I put her in.

“Let’s do one of those holes right now,” I suggested, pulling her head forward so that her lips were pressed against my raging erection. “And only when you’re comfortable, when you’re worked up for me, will we be filling the last hole.”

I watched her swallow hard as she said, “I’ve never done this before, either.”

Something primal surged up inside of me as I said, “Good. Men like it the way they like it. Me in particular. That means you won’t have any habits you have to unlearn.”

She licked her lips, and I reached down to pull the band of my underwear down so that I could finally get some relief.

My cock bounced up between us, barely missing her nose as it bobbed upward.

She gasped when it passed by her face.

She reached for it, but I tightened my hand in her hair and said, “No. Only your mouth.”

She looked like she was about to question why, but then decided differently.

She opened her mouth wide enough for a small bite to fit through, and I chuckled.

“Wider,” I urged, pressing forward so that the tip of my cock could rasp against her lips.

As I did, a bead of precum trailed across her lips, making that very moment in time, that snapshot of perfection, forever ingrained in my memory.

When I’d need to jack off in the shower, her looking at me with my cum on her lips would be part of the material I used to get off quick.

She snuck her tongue out and trailed it over the frenulum, causing my balls to draw up in anticipation.

I had to lock that down fast, and instead of waiting for her to open her mouth completely, I did what I’d wanted to do for a while.

I forced my way into her mouth.

Her eyes widened with alarm, and her breath caught.

Or maybe it was cut off.

Whatever it was, when I sank my cock inside of her perfect mouth, I knew that whatever modicum of control I thought I had was finally unraveled.

I fucked her face like it was mine to fuck.

I used her hair to pull her in, shoving my cock so far down her throat that tears started to pool in her eyes.

Only when I was about to blow did I happen to glance up and see that my neighbor across the street was sitting on his porch, staring directly at me.

From the moment I’d moved in, he’d done nothing but complain about me and my shit.

My flagpole and flag messed up his view of the sunset every night. My bike was too loud. My yard needed mowed better—which was a fuckin’ riot seeing as my professional brother was the one to mow it once a fuckin’ week.

Needless to say, he was the last person I thought I’d see enjoying the view of me fucking my woman’s mouth, but there we were.

A moan from the woman who was taking my cock like a champ had me coming back to what I was doing, and realizing just how close to the edge that I was.

Before I could think better of it, I was yanking her off of my cock with my grip in her hair, then pulling her to her feet.


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