What the Hail Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Hail Raisers #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hail Raisers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74227 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 371(@200wpm)___ 297(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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“Oh, yeah,” she whispered.

“I’m clean.”

I let go of my dick, and it reared up and hit her pussy with a meaty smack.

She jumped and then moaned.

“Get back down,” I ordered.

She cleared her throat but nonetheless did what she was told.

She dropped back down.

“Curl both hands around your legs,” I told her. “I’ll make sure you don’t fall.”

She did that, too.

I pulled back until I had my dick lined up with her entrance, then swirled just the tip inside.

She moaned, and I tightened my hand on her hip.

I rimmed her entrance with ever-widening circles until her wetness was spread not just all over my cock, but all over her as well. There wasn’t a dry place where we touched, and I fucking loved it.

I’d never gotten this messy before—not without my come being involved.

Sure, there was some pre-come in the mix, but it was mostly because of Lark’s excitement.

Her need for me.

“How long’s it been, sweetheart?” I asked her, pushing against her entrance now.

She moaned. “Too long.”

I pulled back away, and she seemed to understand why.

“Three years, two months, and a few days. Four, I think. Maybe five.”

I grinned.

“Was it a bad day for you to remember that exact?” I questioned, pulling her back toward me.

This time my cock breached her entrance, and I didn’t pull back.

Mostly because the feeling of her surrounding me had rendered me unable to make informed decisions.

I was drunk on her pussy, and I didn’t care.

Fuck, did I need her.

I withdrew a bit and then pushed inside another inch.

My eyes crossed.

“Please,” she keened. “Please.”

I pushed another inch, my eyes squeezing tightly shut as I groaned.

“God,” I breathed. “I don’t think that I’m going to make it all the way inside of you without blowing.”

She squeezed. “I just need you inside me. I think all it’ll take at this point is feeling you fill me.”

She was not wrong.

The moment I drove inside of her fully, filling her with all nine of my hard inches, she came.

I didn’t follow suit.

Instead, I held still, waiting for the ripples of her pussy around me to subside before I pulled back and began to thrust.

Not too hard, but not gently, either.

Just right.

She moaned as she curled her chest even closer to her legs, squeezing her eyes shut so tightly that I could see the crinkled, little lines beside her eyes.

Her face was resting on one knee as she gasped for breath.

I growled as I kept the same pace, thrusting into her over and over again, but being sure to cant my hips so that I hit a different spot inside of her.

She didn’t disappoint me.

The moment that I hit that spot, she gasped, and her eyes flew open to find mine.

Her mouth formed an O as she forgot how to breathe.

“Feel good?” I asked.

She could only nod.

I grunted as I pulled back and then shoved myself forward again.

This time I brought her hips back with enough force to make her feel every inch of me.

She did.

And then she started to come again.

Later, I’d relish the fact that I’d made her come within five strokes of having my cock in her. Later, I’d think about what it all meant.

Right now?

I was going to keep fucking her.

I picked up the pace and fucked her hard, fast, ruthlessly.

Gone was the sole focus on her pleasure—she had gotten off on it so I knew that she felt it no matter what I did.

I also knew that she might be getting uncomfortable in this position, but with the way her eyes were directed at me, and her hair was nearly dragging on the ground as she stayed plastered to her legs, I realized I didn’t care.

If she became too uncomfortable, she’d say something. In the meantime, I was going to take her how I’d been dreaming about taking her for a long time.

Hard and fast.

The sound of our skin slapping filled the air around us, and at one point, I looked up when I spotted movement.

It was Harold.

He was standing beside Lark’s mailbox, and he was dropping a fucking ruler into her grass to measure the height.

I growled as I increased my pace.

“Fucker,” I muttered.

My muttered curse was lost in the scream that left Lark’s body in the next instant.

One second she was a warm, willing hole that was soft and pliant. The next she was clamping on my cock so hard that I saw stars.

My come was pulled from my cock in the next instant.

It shot inside of her like it was searching for a new home.

Rapture consumed me.

My balls were tight. My dick was the hardest it had ever been, and I was winded.

I. Was. Winded.

I never got winded.

That was the good thing about being such an avid runner. I ran a lot—like miles. On a bad day, I did five. On a good day, I did ten or more if I could. But those good days were rare.


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