Dezi (Henchmen MC Next Generation #7) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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“Dezi!” she hissed a second later when I turned to drop my ass on the floor, tossing my legs over the edge. “Seriously. Don’t be stupid.”

“Or, you can come be stupid with me,” I suggested, sliding back a little so most of my legs were up on the second floor, then patting my lap.

“I’d prefer not to fall and get some sort of brain damage, thanks.”

“Come on. I won’t let you fall.”

“Right. Because you’d have any control over that if you were falling as well.”

“If it makes you feel any better, you’d probably fall on me. And thanks to me shirking my trips to the gym with Zaddy, I am a soft place to land.”

“I mean, people might not even notice if you had brain damage,” she said, smile wicked.

“Exactly,” I agreed, reaching back to snag her arm and pulling her until she got to her knees beside me, then slipping my fingers into her belt hoops and pulling until she slid over my lap.

“When I say sit, I mean sit,” I told her when she hovered, yanking her down so my cock pressed between her spread thighs, making her feel how hard I was already.

Her sucked in breath at the feel of me only made me harder still.

My lips were on hers then.

There was no slow and sweet this time, no sharing a moment and feeling something other than just desire built.

This was hard and rough and bruising.

That’s what I gave.

That’s what she returned.

And it wasn’t long before her hips were grinding against me, impatient for relief.

My hands slid down her back, snagging the hem of her shirt and pulling it up.

Her arms went up, one a little lower than the other, her shoulder probably still giving her some problems.

I wasted no time once that was off, finding the clasps to her bra and working them free, pulling the straps off her shoulders, and bearing her to me.

That was the only real downfall to us fucking in the back room at her work.

I hadn’t really gotten to see all of her, appreciate all of her.

My fingertips moved up her ribs, feeling a little shiver move through her, then moving up to start to roll her nipples with my thumb and forefinger until she was arching her chest closer to my touch, until her hips were moving restlessly against my cock.

Only then did I grab her at her sides, pulling her up slightly so I could suck one of her nipples into my mouth, hearing a little gasp at the sensation as I sucked, as my tongue teased, as my teeth grazed.

I moved across her chest, continuing the torment until her hands were grabbing at my cut and shirt, trying to pull them off, mostly unsuccessfully.

Leaning back, I lifted my arms up, giving her the chance to remove them.

Her fingertip teased down the center of my chest and stomach, then slid along the waistband of my jeans before dipping slightly under.

On a little impatient growl, my hands sank into her hips, pulling until she followed the unspoken instruction and got to her feet, still standing over me.

My hands worked the button and zipper of her pants free, then pulled both her pants and panties down her hips, then thighs.

I waited for her to step out of the ankles before I was grabbing her again, pulling her down.

“Dezi!” she gasped as she had no choice but to go down with her knees wide on either side of my head.

“Remember what I said about hovering?” I asked, putting firm pressure on her hips, forcing them down until her pussy was in my face, and I could slip my tongue up her cleft to find her clit.

Her hips sank deeper against me as I started to work her, silently begging for more.

I was all too happy to give, to get her closer, then sink inside of her and fuck her to oblivion.

That was my plan.

But then she was leaning back, bracing one hand on my leg as the other hand worked my button and zipper free, then moved inside to close around my cock, pulling it out, and starting to stroke it.

It wasn’t long before we were both wordlessly shifting positions, her still sitting on my face, but facing my feet, then lowering down to suck me into her mouth.

My hips bucked up into her mouth as hers writhed against me, both of us desperate for more, for that perfect fucking oblivion.

But as much as I wanted to come down her throat again, I needed to be inside her more.

Hands on her hips once again, I folded up, getting to a sitting position with her back against my chest.

My hands fished impatiently for a condom as she shifted up then back down, letting my cock press against her wet cleft as she started to rock against me.


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