Iron Rings – Rossi Crime Family Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Crime, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 91238 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
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He clearly wants this, and I should let him.

Another kiss. Harder this time. My breath comes in sharp through my nose.

A third kiss, and this time, my lips part, and his tongue slides in between my teeth.

It’s like the chapel all over again. I whimper into his mouth as his taste floods my lips, his tongue driving against mine. He invades me, takes me, his kiss sending a jolt of need between my legs. I’m dripping wet, and have been since he touched my hand. My god, even when I want to hate the guy, he still manages to make my body feel things I thought I’d forgotten all about.

“That’s a good girl,” he whispers, which nearly kills me. I lift my hips up and let him pull down my pants. I try closing my legs, but he shoves them open again and releases the sexiest, dirtiest groan I’ve ever heard in my life. “You are so fucking gorgeous.”

He kisses up my inner thighs, both sides. “Are you sure about this?” I ask, breathing hard. I stare at the curtain twenty feet away where the stewardess is waiting. “She’s going to hear.”

“Don’t worry. I pay her a lot of money to develop temporary deafness.”

“But, Gian⁠—”

“Sit back, baby. Take deep breaths.” He kisses close to my pussy before slowly pushing my panties to the side. “God, you’re so pretty. Look at you. Dripping wet.”

“Please,” I whisper and don’t even know what I mean or what I want.

His tongue licks me slowly. Top to bottom, lingering on my clit. I gasp as the pleasure hits me, sharp and intense. I grab onto his hair finally, doing what I’ve been wanting all this time, as he licks me slowly, exploring my folds. Teasing me, I realize.

“You like this,” he says, his low voice nearly a purr as he sucks my clit. I gasp, back arching. “Oh, you really like this, don’t you?”

“You’re going down on me,” I whisper, frustrated. “I like it, asshole.”

“Good. I like that you like it. Go ahead and call me more names if that’ll get you what you need.”

“Oh my god,” I say, closing my eyes as he slides a finger inside of me. It feels so fucking good I could explode, but he’s going too slow, and I think he’s doing it on purpose.

“You need a release, baby,” he whispers, licking me with the tip of his tongue as his finger slides in and out. He pushes a second one and moves them deep. “I want to kiss you while you come. Will you lick your lips and clean yourself off my mouth?”

“What the fuck,” I moan. “You’re filthy. Can you just?” I pull his hair and he laughs.

“You’re too tense. I’m trying to break you out of your comfort zone.”

“Trust me, I am way outside my zone right now. I’m pretty sure we left my comfort zone behind like fifty zip codes ago.”

“And yet you like it.” He licks me faster, fingers moving in and out. “You’re so fucking wet. And goddamn tight. I’d love to fill you⁠—”

“No,” I warn, wiggling my hips. “Don’t talk about anything else. Don’t get greedy.”

“I’m the greedy one? Listen to you moaning, baby.”

Shit, he’s right. I’m moaning like a freaking porn star. My cheeks turn bright red and I bite down on my lip to keep myself from gasping with pleasure as his fingers keep fucking me.

“Would you stop teasing me?” I say sharply, glaring down at him. “You’re doing it on purpose.”

“No kidding. I like this too much to let you come.”

“I thought it was about helping with my tension.”

“It is, but I get to enjoy myself too.” He moves up, his fingers sinking in even deeper than before as the angle changes, and he kisses me. I moan into his mouth and pull him tight against me, hard enough that our teeth click, and my tongue’s against his, drinking him in as his fingers fuck me. I grind against his palm, holding his face against mine, kissing him like my life’s about to end, because I’m so close and I can’t stop it anymore.

“I know what you’re doing,” he growls as I pull his hair. “You’re making yourself come.”

“No, asshole,” I gasp, back arching. “You are.”

“Come for me,” he says, staring into my face as his fingers fuck me. He shifts his thumb and rolls it up against my clit. “Come for me, baby.”

That ends it. I shatter on his hand, his fingers buried inside my pussy. I forget about the plane, about the stewardess, about anything but Gian and the pleasure breaking through me like a swollen river. It hits me hard, my back arching, and my ears are ringing as I slowly come back down to earth.

He’s still between my legs. I’m flushed, breathing hard, and he’s looking up at me with the sexiest, most satisfied smile I’ve ever seen on a man before.


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