Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47714 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 239(@200wpm)___ 191(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
I bowed my head and feasted on my woman’s heaven. Eating like I’d been starving for years. I lapped up her cream and drank down every bit. Soon, she was writhing, begging, and screaming for release.
Doubling down, I pushed her a little higher, just a little more. Then when I knew she was at her peak, I shoved my tongue into her channel over and over while two fingers pinched her hard little nub.
Alanna screamed like a fucking banshee and did exactly what I’d been aiming for. My mouth filled when her juices gushed from deep in her pussy, squirting her pleasure down my throat.
When I’d finally swallowed the last of it, I raised my head and wiped my mouth with my arm, a cocky smile curling my lips.
Alanna looked confused, and her cheeks were burning with an adorable blush. “What…um…I’ve never…”
“You gave me just what I wanted, beautiful,” I assured her as I got to my feet. “I was fucking thirsty, and I’m feeling pretty fucking satisfied, now.”
At her continued look of confusion, I chuckled. “You squirted, baby. Just means I gave you a taste of paradise. Felt good, right?”
Her blush intensified, but she smiled and nodded. “Um, really, really good.”
“That’s my girl.” Quickly, I shoved down my boxer briefs, freeing my dick and sending it bouncing against my belly. “Let’s see if you can do it again with my cock buried inside you.”
My control had been completely crushed, and my dick was weeping at the prospect of filling her womb and leaving a part of me behind.
I climbed over her and notched my tip at the entrance, then a thought hit me. “Not on birth control, right?”
She shook her head. “I didn’t have a reason to be.”
The reminder that I’d popped her cherry, that she was mine and only mine, broke my sanity. I gave way to the animal inside me—rough, raw, and determined to breed its mate.
“Fuck!” I shouted when I slammed home, bottoming out in one push.
My pace was brutal. My hips pumped fast, hard, and purposely. There was nothing in my head except giving her pleasure and fucking my baby into her gorgeous body.
“Chance! Yes! Oh yes!”
Her cries fueled my desire, and the mattress creaked, the headboard hit the wall, and sweat dripped down my back.
“You can take more, baby,” I growled. “Know you can.”
“I want all of you, Chance,” she moaned.
And that was what she got. Passion mixed with violence, the edges smoothed just enough by love that they wouldn’t cut her. My eyes closed tight as every ounce of energy poured out of me, owning her slick channel, feeling every contraction around my cock, pushing her higher and higher until her voice was hoarse from screaming.
Finally, I felt her reach that pinnacle, the one right before she gave me everything.
“Together,” I grunted.
With a roar, I blew into a million pieces, come exploding from my cock and filling her until she was stuffed with my seed. My hips continued to snap fast and hard as I drew out our pleasure as far as it would go.
When the world finally began to knit back together, I collapsed on top of her and grinned. “Knew I could get you there twice.”
After a day spent in Alanna’s arms—and a lot of it buried in her pussy—I hated to see the clock reach the time when I had to leave.
I took a quick shower and moved around the room with purpose, dressing and grabbing everything I would need. She watched me put on my armor—cut, gun, ammo, knife. With each layer, I became colder. Harder. Becoming a man Alanna had only seen glimpses of. And she’d never fully see him. Jax wasn’t completely wrong in his thinking when it came to Alanna. I intended to keep her far away from the darkest parts of this life.
When I was ready to go, she padded over to stand in front of me and cupped my cheeks to give me a long, sweet kiss. Then she whispered, “Come back to me.”
“Always,” I promised, giving her one more brush of my lips.
No more than a few steps down the hall, I heard her yell, “In one piece, Chance Lawton!”
A grin split my face. Yeah, I loved the fuck outta that woman.
21
DRIFT
The night wrapped around the old office park. A strip of security lights buzzed overhead, throwing a weak glow across cracked pavement and tufts of grass that had pushed through the asphalt. In the shadows, the Redline Kings waited.
I crouched beside Jax behind a low concrete barrier, my knees bent and my boots silent against the gravel. Kane was ten yards ahead, hidden in the shadow of a column. Edge and Axle flanked the north side, their dark shapes cutting clean lines against the faint light. The rest of the crew was scattered around. Every man had eyes locked on the same target—the squat, blackened-window office building sitting like a tomb at the edge of the lot.