Repairing the Wreckage – Ruthless & Royal Read Online Autumn Jones Lake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 529(@300wpm)
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“Oh, shit.” Her back arches. “You do have big hands.”

All my blood rushes to my groin. I smile against her breast, then move to the other one. “All the better to hold you with.”

I slide lower in the bed, kissing and tasting. Her stomach quivers beneath my tongue as I feather kisses around her belly button and keep moving lower and lower until I arrive at my destination.

I flick my gaze up and meet her eyes. She licks her bottom lip as if the anticipation’s killing her as much as it’s killing me. I rake my fingers over her dark curls, inhaling her scent, and slowly edge my thumb toward her clit. She lets out a shuddery gasp and spreads her legs a little wider.

It’s a gift that she’s so uninhibited with me. No longer shy. Her confidence keeps growing every time I touch and kiss her. She trusts me with her body. Knows I want to give more pleasure than I take.

I trail kisses from her knees to the crease of her hips. She’s panting with desire by the time I bury my tongue in her. She opens wider and tilts her hips, offering herself. I slide my tongue to her clit, teasing with light flicks until she trembles and gasps my name. Her little moans and shudders increase as I keep licking then finally suck her clit into my mouth.

“Oh!” She lifts off the mattress, curling her body forward. I hold her gaze and slide two fingers through her wetness and slip them inside her. Her thighs tremble and she rocks herself against my face. I move my tongue up and down, bury my fingers and curl them, seeking the spot that makes her go crazy. There it is. Tension seizes her muscles. She clenches tight, squeezing my fingers. Arching her back, she unleashes a long husky moan I feel in my balls. I flatten my tongue and give her long, slow licks, easing her down.

I slide my fingers free, wet and glistening. Placing one more kiss over her clit, I tear myself away from her long enough to grab one of the condoms. Her eyes sparkle with anticipation as she watches me smooth it on. I kiss my way up her body and settle over her. Mouths inches apart, we stare into each other’s eyes. She presses her palm to my cheek. “That was…so amazing.”

“Good.” I touch my lips to hers and she opens, kissing me hot and deep, like she can’t get enough. Crazed with the need to bury myself in her I pull back. “Do that thing where you wrap your legs around me.”

She lifts her hips and presses her knees to my sides. “Like this?”

I groan and tease my cock through her wetness. “You’re so fucking wet. I love you coming on my face.”

She blushes but maintains eye contact. “I was afraid I’d break your nose.” She bumps her hips up to demonstrate why.

“You’re not going to hurt me.” I tap my nose to hers. “It’s hot when you’re so out of control you’re grinding all over me.”

She blushes even pinker.

I stop torturing us both and thrust hard until I’m buried deep. Last night I managed to go slow. Give her time to adjust. This morning I’m so desperate for her, I can’t think straight. She lets out a squeak of surprise then smiles up at me. I hold still, savoring how good she feels wrapped around my cock. My lips find her mouth again; she opens her mouth and sweeps her tongue against mine, wild and insistent.

I groan and withdraw. Thrust hard. Over and over, establishing a rhythm that pulls the sexiest noises from her throat.

After a few minutes, I squeeze her hips and roll us to the side, urging her on top of me.

“Oh!” She braces her hand against my chest and lifts herself.

“Ride me.” Too impatient to wait for her to orient herself, I grip her hips, moving her back and forth. “Just like that.”

She leans back, resting her hands on my thighs and slowly rolls her hips, finding her own rhythm.

“Ah, fuck that’s sexy.” I lick the pad of my thumb and bring it to her clit, slowly rubbing in time with her movements.

“Ohhh.” Eyes closed, her head falls back and she moves a little faster, chasing release.

I raise myself on one elbow for a better view of my cock disappearing then reappearing, in and out of her.

“Griff?” Her nails dig into my thighs. Her movements turn frantic and harder. “I’m…you feel so good.”

“Keep going.” I clench my jaw, trying to hold back.

She lets out a low, satisfied moan and slows her frantic pace. Her body spasms and contracts around me. I seize the moment before she’s finished, wrap my hands around her waist and hold her down while I pound up into her.


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