Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
"Tate," she moans.
"Now, angel."
She places her palm on my abdomen and then slides it downward. My muscles contract beneath her hand, responding to her touch. God, she has no idea how good that feels. Her fingers slip beneath the waistband of my sweats, the tip of her tongue peeking from between her lips as if she's concentrating hard on her task.
I growl when she runs her knuckles across the swollen head of my cock. Cum spills across her fingers, making her gasp. Her gaze flies to mine.
"Yeah, baby," I say through a chuckle. "He's happy to see you."
"Did you just…?"
"Not yet. I'm going to do that in your sweet mouth. Take him out," I say.
She doesn't slap me or tell me to go to hell, which I take as a good sign. Her tongue swiping across her bottom lip like she trying to taste me on it seems like another good sign.
She wraps her hand around my cock, her grip loose.
"Tighter. You won't hurt me. I like it rough."
"Of course you do," she mutters, rolling her eyes.
I swat her ass, which makes her squeak indignantly. "I warned you about rolling your eyes at me, Samara."
Fire flashes in her gaze, her grip tightening on my dick. My little angel turns into a curvy devil between one heartbeat and the next. She twists her wrist, stroking her hand down my length all the way to my balls.
"Fuck," I groan, trying not to lose it right there.
"Is this rough enough, Doctor Grimes?" She does it again, stroking upward this time. I don't know where the fuck she learned to do that and I'm not about to ask. If it was from some other man, I will lose my goddamn mind. The thought of her with anyone else drives me crazy. Reading her story had possessiveness churning through me. It makes no sense. It's fiction, purely a figment of her imagination. But it pissed me off, nonetheless.
Is this what Cash meant when he said Hadley turned him into a territorial beast? If so, he wasn't kidding. I don't want to share even a single part of Samara. If she's not thinking about me when she's touching herself, she's not touching herself. I'll be the name she says when she gets herself off from now on. I intend to make sure of it.
"Keep calling me that and we'll see how loud you can scream my name with my dick down your throat, Samara," I growl, wrapping my hand up in her hair again. I crane her head back, pulling gently. She loves it. Her eyes go glassy, her lips parting on a moan. "I suggest you behave before we're doing a whole lot of shit you aren't ready to do yet."
"Who says I'm not ready?" she challenges.
"I do." I press a hard kiss to her mouth. "You aren't ready for me yet, angel. Not until you're ready to give me this part of you too." I place my free hand between her breasts, splaying it over her heart. "Until then, I'm not taking that sweet little cherry."
She whimpers her disappointment, shaking my resolve.
"Shh," I whisper, flicking my tongue against her lips. "I'm still going to take care of you, baby. While you're choking on my cock, I'm going to eat your pussy."
"Tate," she moans. Her hand goes slack around my cock.
"Stroke me, Samara." I deliver a little bite to her bottom lip.
She jolts back into action, squeezing me a little too hard. When I hiss, she immediately loosens her grip. Her thumb sweeps over the head in silent apology. Fuck, she's a natural at this. I already know when I get in her, it's going to be over for me. I'll be addicted. That's precisely why I need her on the same page before we take that step. If we're not and she gets spooked, it's going to rip my fucking heart out of my chest. I'll chase her, as far and as long as I have to chase her.
I'd rather not have to do it though. She and Scout belong here with me. I've been building this life for her for…shit, for most of my life, I think. I've been making her a home, gathering a tribe around me, one worthy of her. Now, she just has to let us love her.
She works my sweats down, freeing my cock.
"Tate," she whispers, her voice strangled.
"I played your game, Samara," I remind her. "Don't pretend you're shocked they come this big." She may be a virgin, but she's not a delicate little flower, that's for damn sure. She's a dirty little thing, with an imagination to rival even Giant's. God knows, he's a filthy bastard. "You'll be able to handle me just fine."
"I've never…"
I quirk a brow. "Not even a vibrator?"
She quickly shakes her head.
"Goddamn, angel," I growl, scooping her up in my arms to carry her to the bed before she has me coming all over myself instead of in that hot mouth. "You're not making him any softer."