Broken (Devil’s Blaze MC – Second Generation #1) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Devil's Blaze MC - Second Generation Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
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I hadn’t realized that I closed my own eyes until I feel King’s hand move against the side of my face. “Where are you, Sunshine?”

“Lost in my head. It’s not a great place to be,” I admit quietly.

“You forgot our golden rule, sweetheart.”

“What’s that?” I ask, my voice sounding different—even to my own ears.

“When we’re together, your mind, your body, and your thoughts are to only be on me and what we are together. You look at me. You feel shit trying to push through, you focus on me. You use me to get you through it. Understand?”

I lick my lips. It’s not the first time he’s told me this. I imagine it won’t be the last, but every single time he says it, my body quivers in response.

“Yeah,” I breathe, unable to say anything more.

His hand slides down, moving over my own. He captures mine under his and presses against his shaft. “I love your hands on me, Gabby. I love your touch. Anything you want, I’m here for. Nothing has ever felt better,” he says, like he somehow knows that I need his reassurance.

With him guiding the way, our hands begin slowly sliding up his shaft and then back down. I keep focused on King’s beautiful face. There’s something extremely erotic and sexy having his hand move with mine as we work his cock. I watch as desire sparks first in his eyes and then moves over his features. I feel the inside of my thighs grow damp in answer. With my free hand I reach out, spreading my fingers against the solid wall of his chest, biting my lip, as the heat of his body slides into mine—from just one single touch—ignites. It’s intense and unlike anything I’ve ever known. I lick my lips again, fighting urges I thought I’d never feel again.

“What do you want, Sunshine?” his deep voice practically purrs.

My mouth suddenly feels dry. Fear. I can feel it trying to push through, but I do as King has always told me and I concentrate on him. “I … Can I … I need to touch you,” I whisper.

“You are touching me, sweetheart,” he responds, his voice a groan as we continue jacking him off. I can feel his precum sliding down from his head and over my fingers. I need more and I’m going to try for it—before I can talk myself out of it.

“Will you lay back for me?” I ask. My voice is timid, but I don’t look away. It’s taking all the courage I have, but I want this. I want to bring King as much pleasure as he brings me.

“Are you sure you’re ready for this?” he asks. I can read it all on his face. The hunger, the need, the worry. It’s all there bared for me to see. King’s hiding nothing and that more than anything gives me confidence.

“I need this. Let me love you, King.”

Those words expose a lot. I hadn’t meant to say them. Still, King’s a man, he won’t know their significance. He’ll think I’m talking about sex. I’m not. I love King. It started as friendship and trust. It has deepened by being around him, watching him, and accepting how wonderful he’s been to me. There’s so much to love about King, there’s no way to list or express it all. I realize it’s foolish to give it to him. I’ve already made it impossible for us to ever work. King doesn’t realize that yet. He will in time. Still, the love I feel is mine to give and for as long as I have with him, I’m going to give it to him freely.

He stares at me as if trying to figure out exactly where my head is at. “Climb on top of me, Gabby,” he responds, finally deciding. “You’re in control of what we do. You are in complete control.”

King lays back, but he doesn’t let go of my hand. He raises them up, lowering his upper body back against the mattress, his head on the pillow, as he stares up at me. While our hands are still connected, I find the courage to straddle him. I try to stay on my knees, so that I’m not lowered against him completely, but his cock is hard and more than ready, brushing against me. I can’t resist the temptation and as I sit down, giving him my weight. His heated, hard-yet-soft cock presses against the lips of my pussy. They part, allowing him to press against my core in a way that makes my entire body spasm. King squeezes my hand, bringing my attention back to his face.

“Oh,” I gasp, looking down at him. The feeling of his body pressing against mine robs me of speech. I can feel myself growing wetter. He must know it too, because his shaft is pressed against my core. There’s no way to miss it.


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