Wild Fire – Chaos Read Online Kristen Ashley

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 74501 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 373(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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And it was huge.

Chapter Seven

It’s Family

Dutch

Dutch woke as usual, on his stomach.

Not as usual, he felt something weighing on his lat and across the small of his back.

It took a second before he smiled.

Georgie.

She was pressed up to him, cheek to his lateral, he could feel her soft hair there, her arm was around his back.

He liked her just like that, but he had a feeling he’d like something else better.

So he shifted, which made her shift, and he instantly found there was more to be into with Georgiana, because she made cute sleepy noises as they both moved.

This being Dutch turning to his side to face her, Georgiana giving him room to do that, then burrowing in, tangling her legs with his, wrapping her arm tight around his waist, shoving her face deep into his chest then sliding it up, so it was in his throat.

This left him with his chin on top of her hair which was contained in the poofy ponytail she’d put in it before they’d crashed the night before.

He slid both his arms around her, gave her a squeeze, and murmured, “You awake?”

“Mm,” she hummed.

He grinned.

“Baby, good morning kiss,” he prompted.

“No,” she denied. “Morning breath,” she explained.

He let his hands start roaming. She arched into him.

“I’ll brave it,” he said.

She moved her head up, her lips on him now, along his throat, to the side of his neck.

“Dutch,” she whispered under his ear.

Christ, he liked how she said his name.

His hands began to roam with a purpose.

Her lips moved down his jaw.

“Rough,” she mumbled.

“You like smooth?”

Her eyes found his. “I like you.”

Well, fuck.

Enough play.

He kissed her.

He did not go in easy and he didn’t do that because he had a morning hard-on.

He did it because he’d woken up for the first time with Georgie in his bed.

He took her to her back, Dutch on top, and they both got busy with hands and mouth and tongues.

And she didn’t have anything to worry about. She tasted of a hint of last night’s toothpaste and Georgie.

All good.

Real good.

He found more to like about her when she demonstrated she was a woman who wasn’t afraid to use her nails.

She eventually went for his ass.

He went for her tit.

It was generous, way more than a handful, the bud of her nipple hard against his palm.

Dutch liked the feel of that so much, he tore his mouth from hers, angled, and gave it another occupation.

He drew her nipple in over her nightie and the noise that bought him meant he disengaged, dragged her nightgown down, exposing her to him, and he went back in.

She glided her fingers into his hair, moaning, “Dutch.”

Christ, they’d barely started, and he needed her pussy.

He returned to kissing her mouth, deep and wet, and when she gave over to his tongue, he guided a hand up her nightgown, over her hip, her belly, and down.

She gasped around his tongue.

He ended the kiss but didn’t move his lips from hers.

“Yeah?”

“Yes.” It was a plea.

This woman.

His woman.

Always more and more to her.

All of it good.

He obliged, sliding his hand in the top of her panties and in.

She opened her legs a little to give him more of that wet heat.

“Fuck,” he muttered, toying at the heart of the lusciousness of her.

“Dutch.”

He rolled her clit.

“Dutch.”

He slid a finger inside.

Wet, hot and tight.

Christ.

It was going to be heaven, sinking in there.

“Ohmigod, Dutch.”

He stroked her, her hips moving with his rhythm, then he pulled out and rolled her clit again.

“Ready for you,” she breathed.

“Unh-unh,” he denied.

Her eyes were hooded, hazy, but they semi-focused on him when she asked, “What?”

“First time I make you come, gonna watch.”

“Watch while you’re inside.”

“No.”

“Dutch.”

He put more pressure on her clit, her gaze hooded again, her back arched, and he ordered, “Baby, just roll with it.”

She either didn’t have a choice because of what he was doing, or she gave in, because that was what she did. Making hot, sweet little noises he instantly became addicted to, clutching him, she rode his hand.

Yeah, it was going to be heaven, riding that.

And he watched the show as the heat swept over her, her face so goddamned gorgeous, his cock beaded and he couldn’t stop himself from putting his mouth to hers to swallow her sharp cry while he buried two fingers up her cunt to feel it spasm with her orgasm.

When her body yielded, carefully, he slid out, skated a hand over her hip and turned them to their sides.

He hooked her leg around his thigh and wrapped her up in his arms, holding her close.

She cuddled closer.

Neither of them spoke for long beats.

Until she did.

“Are we done?”

“Yeah.”

“Yeah?”

“Yup.”

“What about you?”

“Tonight.”

“You’re waiting?”

“Worth the wait.”

She stiffened in his arms, relaxed, and mumbled, “Never had that.”

Say what?

A man had never taken her there?

“A guy has never given you an orgasm?” he asked.


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