The Bookie (Chicago Bratva #6) Read Online Renee Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Chicago Bratva Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 328(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 219(@300wpm)
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“I’m inside,” I concede, letting her pull me in and shut the door.

She takes her jacket off and throws it on a hook. Then strips me of mine.

“I’m not having sex with you, zayka.”

She untucks my shirt from my pants and slides her hands beneath it, her palms making contact with my skin. A breath shudders in as she strokes over my abs. “You’re not?” She’s not pouting. It’s more confusion in her expression.

“No, Freckles. You’ve had too much to drink. I’m not going to take advantage.”

“Please? I do need sex. Shanna was right about that. And even though I don’t usually do players, I think this one time might help me get it out of my system. Just this once, you know?”

My resolve firms. I’m definitely not going to be her “just this once” guy.

Still, my dick is hard because her hands keep stroking up inside my shirt. I chuckle and catch her hand when she pinches my nipple. “You're making it very hard to be a gentleman.”

“Screw gentleman. I need some action. Please? What about that spanking you wanted to give me?”

I laugh because I knew that threat had tweaked her. “You need a spanking, Chelle?” I tug her hands out of my shirt and pin them behind her back. Her face lights up as I walk her backward toward her couch.

“Hmm? Answer me, little bunny. You want me to smack that cute ass of yours?”

“Um, kind of,” she admits. Her face is flushed, but her eyes dance with pleasure.

I sit on the sofa and tug her over my lap with her torso on the sofa, her legs extended toward the floor. I give her ass one smack to see how she reacts.

She squeals and kicks her legs then wiggles her ass for more. She’s in a pencil skirt like she’d gone to the lounge straight from work, and I tug it up. My cock surges when I see what’s underneath. Not full pantyhose, but the thigh-high kind with the lace around the top that looks like garters. The hose are black, and so are her panties. Her black kitten heels complete the art-porn look.

“Aw, zayka, you look so hot in these.” I palm her ass and squeeze and she rolls her hips over my lap. I give her ass another hard slap, and she jerks, then rolls her hips again. “You have the cutest ass I have ever had the pleasure of spanking.”

I lightly stroke my fingers between her legs over her panties, and she humps my lap.

“Okay, ready for your spanking?”

She looks over her shoulder quizzically, and I give her a smirk as I gather her wrists at her lower back with one hand and start spanking her in earnest with the other.

“Eek!” She kicks her pretty shoes, and I clamp my leg down over hers to hold them still.

“You asked for it,” I remind her as I continue to spank with a steady beat, warming her ass all over.

She makes the most adorable noises—squeaks and ohs and ahs that make me want to put her on her hands and knees and plow into her until we both see stars.

But I won’t.

Not tonight, anyway.

Which means I’m going to take out my lust on her sexy, squirming ass. I continue to paddle her until her cries sound breathless, and she starts gasping my name.

I stop and release her legs, so I can pull down her satin panties.

She rolls her hips again. “No more,” she whimpers.

I stroke between her legs. “No more, bunny rabbit? How about this? You want more of this?”

“Yes, oh please,” she cries, her hips bucking from my touch.

I find her clit and swipe over it before I slide down to her entrance to gather her juices.

“Oh my gawd.” She sounds shocked in a good way, which I love.

I rub more firmly, circling up to her clit, then screwing my index finger into her tight entrance. She squeezes around my finger which makes my dick press furiously against my zipper.

I release her wrists in favor of using the thumb of my other hand to explore the cleft between her reddened cheeks. When I find the tight button of her anus, she squeezes her ass together. I give her a light spank. “You want me to take care of this ache, Chelle?” I stroke over her clit with a slow, steady motion.

“Yes,” she wails.

“Then be a good girl and let me finger-fuck your ass, too. It will make it so much better, I promise.”

She goes still, like she’s listening intently, or maybe she was thinking because after a moment she parts her legs further and relaxes the muscles of her ass.

I drop a little spit between her cheeks to use as lubricant and press my thumb against her asshole until she relaxes it and yields. As soon as I’m in, I reward her with swift, plunging strokes into her pussy, using two fingers face down, so I can rub over her G-spot.


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