The Fool (Welcome to the Circus #7) Read Online Lani Lynn Vale

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Welcome to the Circus Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 67490 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 337(@200wpm)___ 270(@250wpm)___ 225(@300wpm)
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“Shit,” he cursed, staying still.

But I didn’t stop the grinding.

Couldn’t.

I was so close.

Even with him not moving a muscle, and allowing me to do what I was doing, I was close.

His cock was just that magical.

I clenched my pussy, feelings starting to rise inside of me.

He growled, his fingers definitely leaving bruises now.

But he let me fuck myself on his hard cock.

He stayed perfectly still, not moving a muscle but for the clench of his hands.

I started to push back a little bit harder. Just a little bit.

I just needed a little… bit… more.

I pulled all the way forward, letting his cock head stay just inside of me, then slammed backwards.

He grunted, obviously feeling just as much as I was, but managing to contain himself.

“God, I need you right now, Keene. I need you,” I pleaded with him.

With myself.

I didn’t even know at this point.

I just knew that I really needed to come.

So badly that it was all I could think about.

And then his big hands were coming around my ribs, anchoring my body to his.

“Stop,” he ground out.

He sounded like he was strangling.

Like he was hanging on by a thread.

But something possessed me in that moment.

I pulled away from him and he let me go.

The moment his cock pulled free, I was turning.

The glance I got before I pushed him onto his back was indecent.

He was back on his haunches, ass to heels, with his legs spread wide. His cock was so long and thick that it was resting heavily on the duvet cover. And it was shiny with my wetness. A dot of pre-cum was beaded at the tip, and I had the irrational urge to lick it off.

But my mind was on other things.

More pleasurable things.

I pushed him to his back, mounted him like I’d done it my entire life, and then sank down on his cock.

He cursed, his muscles straining.

His eyes snapped shut, and his face took on a pained expression.

And, without further ado, I started to ride him uncontrollably. There wasn’t a single rational thought left in my brain.

Just coming.

The need to come was so deeply embedded in my soul right then. Any and all consequences were pushed so far into the back of my mind it was laughable.

I cried out, feeling the start of my orgasm.

Then I was falling, coming around him like it was what I was always meant to do.

When I finally came back to myself, finally allowed myself to think past the here and now, it was to find his muscles straining.

His square jaw was rigid. The veins in his neck so pronounced that I knew he was hanging on by a thread.

“Slowly get off of me,” he rasped.

I clenched on him, and his eyes snapped open.

What I saw had me moving, despite the desire to stay exactly where I was for the rest of my life.

Sweaty skin pulled apart, and soon I was on my knees between his, reaching for his cock.

It was so hard it was pulsing.

I gave it a long look, waiting for him to tell me what he wanted me to do, but when he just stayed there looking like he was a second away from death, I couldn’t stop myself from saying, “God. Look at you. Your cock is so hard for me it’s pointing straight at the ceiling. And your abs. God, your fucking abs are so tight. I want to lick every single one of them. When I’m done with that, I want you to stand on the side of the bed and fuck my throat to the point I can barely talk tomorrow. These thoughts I have for you are so obscene. The way I want to lick your balls…”

He went taut, every single muscle from his face to his toes. His thighs locked. His belly clenched.

And then he was coming, shooting long ropes of cum straight into the air. Splashes of his release landed high on his chest, covering one pink nipple. His abs. The next pulse shot from him, going just as far, reaching his neck and then his collarbone.

I caught his cock in my hand almost on instinct, pumping the last three explosions from him as if I’d done it like that every day.

By the time he was finished, he was a mess.

So was my hand.

I brought my hand up to my mouth, licked the semen from it, then started in on the splashes all over his body. His neck. His collarbone. His nipple. His abs.

By the time I got him clean, his eyes were absolutely blazing all over again.

His hard cock was still just as hard, and I realized something rather quick.

We needed some condoms.

Fast.

Because I had a feeling, if we continued tempting fate too long, he wouldn’t be able to control himself again.

CHAPTER 16

I like my mornings slow and quiet. I like my day to romance me a bit before it fucks me hard.


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