Rent Free (Carter Brothers #5) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Carter Brothers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 68576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
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I swallowed hard, unable to say anything.

“I want to see what you feel like.” His hands squeezed me tight.

Almost too tight.

“You should tell me to go,” he repeated, likely trying to tell himself more than me.

That’s when I got angry. “Or maybe you should stop being a fucking pussy and take what you want.”

That was the worst thing to say.

At least, for his control.

“Take what I want?” he asked, voice low and scary.

“That’s what I said, isn’t it?” I pushed.

He smiled then.

I witnessed it in the mirror before he pushed my face down into the mattress, caught my panties in his free hand, and pulled.

He pulled hard, but they didn’t break.

He didn’t want them to break.

He wanted them to rub me wrong.

I squirmed underneath his touch.

“Clean?” he asked, sounding bored.

His cock said differently, though, when he pushed it into me again.

I clenched on nothing.

God, I wanted him inside me.

Even if it was just a finger.

“I had a test completed after my last long-term boyfriend, that was two years ago. And I’ve been with no one else since,” I shared.

He growled, something animalistic and satisfied.

“I was tested after my ex, too,” he said. “Clean as a whistle.”

I could feel my wetness now.

It was going to seep through my panties soon.

“I have an IUD,” I said.

How we were having this conversation so calmly while he was almost hurting me with my panties in one hand, and my face shoved into the mattress with the other, I didn’t know.

But it was working.

“Good,” he drawled as he placed one knee into the bed.

With the hand holding my panties, he yanked, exposing my bare flesh to him.

My nipples pebbled, and goosebumps broke out over every available inch of skin.

“You look so delicious,” he said as he pulled back.

Both of his hands went to his jeans, tearing away the fabric as if he couldn’t stand it holding him in for another second.

I didn’t move from the position he’d put me in, ass still high in the air.

He came up behind me once he was free of his clothes, and I felt the tip of his cock drag along my wet folds.

I closed my eyes and pushed backward, feeling his cock lodge against my asshole in the process.

Now, I’m not saying that I’m against anal or anything, but the feel of his large cock pressing there sent a shiver of fear coursing through me.

He was big.

Bigger than the single itty bitty plug I’d played with on my own, paired with a vibrator.

There was no way on Earth it was fitting.

Not that it was something I wanted to do today but…

“Mmmm,” his voice was a rumbly rasp as he pressed forward a bit harder. “Not that I’m gonna turn down that invitation.”

I started to get nervous, but he pulled back, his cock now in his fist as he rubbed it up and down the length of my pussy lips, coating himself in my wetness.

I shivered, stunned to silence that we were about to do this.

That his cock was about to be inside me.

That I was about to break the years long dry spell with the man who hated my guts.

A cry left my lips when he started to push inside of me, his cock so fat that it stretched me even with the tip.

“Shhh,” he crooned, all rumbly and enticing. “You can take me. Deep breath.”

I closed my eyes and willed myself to open to him, finding it hard as hell to accomplish when he was as big as he was.

I mean, I’d seen the man in all kinds of outfits.

Police uniform. Running shorts. Sweatpants. Sleep pants. All of the things he’d worn to come into the bakery in the last year.

But nowhere in any of those clothes had I seen something so monstrous.

“Not a monster, baby.” He laughed, his hand smoothing on my ass cheek to calm me down. “Just a regular man.”

“Nothing like a regular man, Atlas.” I gasped as he pushed deeper, my eyes starting to water with the stretch.

“Holy shit,” he growled. “You’re too tight.”

Way too tight.

But his hand, that beautiful, masculine hand, reached around my front and expertly found my clit.

I bit my lip, my eyes crossed, and I buried my face into the sheets as a moan escaped my lips.

“Jesus,” I moaned.

He circled my clit with rough fingers, not quite touching the bundle of nerves, as if he knew exactly what I would’ve done had it been my own hand.

He worked me, bringing me higher and higher. His back was plastered to my front, and his hot breath was in my ear.

I could feel our hearts pounding in sync as my orgasm built and built.

And just when I felt like I was going to go over, he pulled all the way back.

No finger. No body. No cock.

Then I was screeching out a cry of release as he slammed into me so hard that he hit bottom.


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