Ruthless King (New Orleans Malones #4) Read Online Laylah Roberts

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Crime, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: New Orleans Malones Series by Laylah Roberts
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 122550 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 613(@200wpm)___ 490(@250wpm)___ 409(@300wpm)
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His father had been wrong. Wanting someone wasn’t a bad thing.

You just had to want them so badly that you would do anything for them.

You had to care enough about them to keep them safe.

When he drew back, she was breathing heavily, her eyes glazed as she stared up at him with a big smile.

That was his Jilly.

She wore her emotions on her face. How she’d ever kept anything from him, he had no idea.

That wouldn’t happen again.

“My gorgeous girl.”

She placed her hands on his shoulders, bending down only slightly so her mouth could reach his nipples again.

First, she sucked on one, teased it with her tongue until he felt his breathing quicken.

Then she moved to his other nipple.

Fuck.

He placed his hand on the back of her head, keeping her there as she continued to play with him.

“Baby, you don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he murmured.

Suddenly, she moved lower, sinking to her knees in front of him.

God.

Part of him loved having her on her knees in front of him, yet he wasn’t going to allow it. The floor was cold and he didn’t want her to get chilled or hurt her knees.

So he let her pull down his swimming trunks over his cock, stepping out of them. But then he lifted her onto her feet.

Jilly gave him a surprised look.

“I don’t want you getting chilled,” he explained. “The tile is cold.” He sat back on the sun lounger instead and then patted the space in front of him as he spread his legs, putting them over each edge of the chair.

Then he held out his hand to her and helped her kneel on the lounger between his thighs.

His cock was standing up straight, eager to feel her tight little mouth around him.

But fuck, he was torn about whether he wanted her mouth or her pussy more.

Both. He wanted both.

“Take your bikini top off. I want to see all of you.”

She blushed slightly, but pulled it off, freeing her heavy, firm globes.

“So beautiful.” Cupping them, he felt the weight of them. Then he rubbed his thumbs over her nipples. Her breath hitched.

Pulling lightly on her nipples, he watched her face. She liked a bit of pain with her pleasure.

“You like that, don’t you? A bite of pain?”

“I . . . I think so.”

“You think so? You’ve never mixed some pain with your pleasure, baby?”

“No,” she said, dropping her gaze. “I’ve hardly done anything.”

“Just as well we’ve got a lifetime to test things out and see what you like.”

“I don’t think it will take that long.”

“Hmm, we might need to practice some of them. Over and over and over again. Just to get it right.”

She grinned. “I agree.”

Reaching down, he wrapped his hand around his dick. She sat back slightly, licking her lips as she stared down at his cock.

“Like what you see, baby?”

“Yes,” she whispered.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“Please.”

“Hmm. How do you want to touch me?”

Her blush deepened. “I . . . um, I’m not really good at talking during sex.”

“No? Not something you want to try?”

“I’ve got no objections to trying.” Her voice went into a higher pitch. “I’ve kind of, um, thought about what it might be like. A lot.”

“Is that right?” he murmured, amused. “Do you think about sex a lot?”

She sighed, watching him jack himself. “Far more than I should.”

“Is that right?” He kept his voice low and calm, not wanting to spook her. Otherwise, she might realize exactly how much she was revealing. “And what do you think about?”

She licked her lips again, her gaze still caught on his dick. He swiped his finger over the head to gather up the pre-cum there.

“All sorts,” she said. “I walk into a room and I imagine you bending me over a bed or a table or a desk. I think about going on my knees to suck you off. About you pressing me to a wall and lifting me up so I can wrap my legs around you as you pound into me.”

His hand paused for a moment and she glanced up at him.

Lord, her face was red.

“I can’t believe I just said all of that. Can you please forget that?”

“Hmm, no, I don’t think I can do that. Am I in all of your fantasies?”

He started moving his hand again and she licked her lips. Oh, she wanted him in her mouth. Badly.

“Oh, yeah,” she said. “All of my sexual fantasies feature you. Probably quite unhealthy, really. And they’ve become way more frequent lately.”

“Good girl,” he murmured. “Now, tell me what you want.”

She bit her lip.

“Jilly, you don’t get to do anything unless you tell me what you want.”

She let out a small groan. “You are so mean.”

“Tell me.”

“I want to wrap my hand around your shaft, run it up and down until your breathing grows all choppy. Then I want to put you in my mouth. I want to suck on you. To hear you moan. I want to taste you in my mouth. To swallow you down. I want to cup your balls, play with them. And . . . and I want you to come in my mouth so I can taste you.”


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