Rooster – Satan’s Fury MC – SG Read Online L. Wilder

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Drama, Erotic, MC, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77904 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
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We’d been sitting out by the fire for almost an hour when Nathan stood up and asked, “Can we go set up our PlayStations now?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, but I don’t want to hear any shouting.” I glanced over at Samantha as I said, “And that goes for you, too, little Ms. Screecher.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

And just like that, the kids disappeared, and Ronin and I were left alone by the fire. It was the first time I’d had a chance to really look around, and it was truly a beautiful spot. The porch was slightly elevated, which gave a better view of the ocean. The moon was full, and the light shimmering on the waves beckoned me to come for a better look.

I stood and leaned over the railing. Ronin came over and stood next to me, and we both watched as the waves crashed against the rocks below. “It’s so beautiful.”

“You’re beautiful.”

I glanced up at him, and my heart nearly jumped out of my chest when I saw the way he was looking at me—like he’d never get enough of me. His hands slipped around my waist as he leaned towards me and pressed his lips firmly against mine. The kiss was hungry and full of desire as he pulled me closer. I wound my arms around his neck as his calloused fingertips roamed down the small of my back.

When he touched me, it was just him and me, making me forget about everything else—the doubts, the chaos, and everything in between faded into nothing. A low moan vibrated through my chest, and that’s all it took for Ronin to pull away, breaking our embrace.

“Oh, no, you don’t,” Ronin snickered as he stepped back. “None of that.”

“What do you mean?”

“You know damn well what I mean.” He motioned his hand between us. “You get me all worked up, and the next thing you know, we’re going at it.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Fuck no,” he scoffed. “Fucking you is a high every day of the week.”

“Well, if that’s the case...”

I reached down and took hold of his hand, then led him into the house. I closed the door behind us and continued through the kitchen and down the hall to his bedroom. I didn’t know what had gotten into me. There was just something about him that had me thinking things I’d never thought before—very naughty, wicked things that had me wanting to try things I’d never tried before.

As I stood there before him, I’d never felt so alive, so sexy and carefree. I wasn’t just a mother; I was a seductress, and I had my sights solely set on him. His eyes locked on mine as I slowly dropped to my knees, reaching out for the waistband of his jeans. His eyes widened when I undid his jeans and started inching them down his hips.

“Maggie.”

A torturous groan vibrated through his chest when I took him in my hand and began to stroke up and down his hard, rigid shaft. His fingers clamped around the edge of the dresser, and his eyes shut when I brushed my tongue across the head of his cock.

“Fuck,” he mumbled as I took him deep in my mouth. I continued to stroke him slowly, with my fingers wound tightly around his cock, feeling him throb against my tongue. His fingers tangled in my hair as his hips thrust forward, guiding me to take him deeper. Seeing how his body responded to my touch gave me such a sense of power.

The thought of making this man lose control fueled my desire and made me want him even more. With just the twist of my hand, a guttural moan echoed through the room, and a pained expression crossed his face. I loved seeing him fall apart by my touch, and I was shocked when I was suddenly yanked up from the floor and tossed onto the bed.

Without saying a word, he started to undress, and I took that as my cue to do the same. It was his turn to be in control, and he took full advantage. He made love to me long and hard, and it was a toe-curling, heavy panting time that left us both exhausted and wondrously sated.

I nestled into his side and rested my head on the crook of his arm. We lay there motionless for several minutes, trying to catch our breath. I’m not sure what spurred the thought. Maybe it was feeling the connection between us growing stronger, or maybe I just needed him to know how I felt. Either way, I looked up at him. “Ronin?”

“Um—hmm.”

“I was thinking.” I propped up on my elbow, so I could look at him as I said, “I don’t know about you, but I think you and I have a good thing. And that scares me a little. No, that scares me a lot.”


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