Taggart Family Values (Masters and Mercenaries #21.5) Read Online Lexi Blake

Categories Genre: BDSM, Erotic, Novella, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Masters and Mercenaries Series by Lexi Blake
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80660 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 323(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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“Please, Ben.” The words came out of her mouth on a low moan as she spread her legs even further.

What happened next would definitely please Ben. He lowered his mouth and covered her pussy. He settled in, loving the way she tasted, and he could feel her shaking under him. She was already so close. He could taste it, sense it in her little whimpers and cries. Her hands came up, fingers tangling in his hair, trying to keep him in a place he had absolutely no intention of leaving. Not until he was sure she’d been satisfied.

This was everything he’d wanted from her and more. He settled in, grinding his tongue over her clit as he eased his finger into her. She was so tight. Those muscles of hers clenched around him as he started to fuck her in time to the rhythm of his tongue. He curled his finger up inside her, looking for that sweet spot.

Her whole body stiffened and she came around him, her arousal flooding his senses.

And now it was his time. He got to his knees, stroking his cock. He glanced over at the condoms, but damn it, it was the end of the fucking world. Still, force of habit had him reaching out and opening the packet before he could really consider the fact that it didn’t matter.

Then nothing mattered except the woman underneath him. Her skin had flushed to a gorgeous pink, and he couldn’t deny himself a second longer.

He pressed in, working his way in inch by inch. He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think past the next thrust. She was silky and perfect around him. So tight he could barely move, but also slick and ready to take him. He pulled back out, her muscles sucking at him and sending a thrill through him like never before.

This was good. This was right. Finally the right woman at the right time.

It was perfection.

He fucked her hard, rubbing his pelvis over her clit and watching every expression on her face. Her eyes would widen with each thrust, and she would clutch him when he retreated. He could feel the way her nails bit into the skin of his back, and it hurt so much that he wouldn’t wake up in the morning and stretch and feel that pain and know she’d been right here with him.

He wanted tomorrow with her. All the fucking tomorrows.

He wanted to take this one moment and make it stretch forever, make it last until he couldn’t breathe, couldn’t take another single second.

But he was only human and long before he wanted it to end, he felt her tighten around him, her pussy milking his cock as she flushed again and called out his name.

He couldn’t fight it. His balls drew up and his spine tingled. He gritted his teeth as he came harder than he’d ever come before. He unleashed himself and pounded inside her, the need to mark her as his own a primitive and undeniable instinct.

Pleasure coursed through him, and he held himself tight against her, giving up everything he had.

He dropped down on top of her, giving her his weight as the blood pounded through his system in a pleasurable way. Her hands came up and she stroked his hair, sighing as she cuddled close to him. He buried his face against her neck and let peace flood him.

How could it all be ending when he’d just found her? He’d spent his whole adult life fighting for his country, but something had been missing, something hadn’t been whole inside him, and now he knew what had always been missing.

Her.

A long moment passed and he realized she was shaking a bit. Cold. The cold suddenly bit into him.

“Baby, let’s get under the covers. I want to hold you.” He wanted to spend every second in her arms.

She smiled and kissed him briefly. “I can get with that. But go and get rid of that condom first. I do not want that slipping off and going everywhere. Sticky is not the new black.”

Even here she teased him. He kissed her again and reluctantly pushed off her. “I’ll be right back. Get under the covers. I want you warm.”

Her lips curled up. “Yes, sir.”

Something about the way she said sir made his cock spark all over again. He moved toward the door that would likely lead to either a bathroom or closet. He didn’t care which. It wasn’t like there would be some cleaning crew that would get embarrassed if he tossed a condom where Huisman stored his suits and shoes.

He glanced down and couldn’t miss the red lights shining in the dim.

3:10

God. Three minutes. He opened the door and found himself in what seemed to be a gorgeous bathroom. The room was in shadows, the only light coming from the candles Maggie had lit. He pulled the condom off and dropped it in the trash and then tried the sink. The water still worked.


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