Naughty Asshole – Dirty MC Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46199 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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She put her hands on his chest, and he stared into her eyes. The hard length of his cock pressed against her slit.

Damon slowly rocked, letting her feel how long and thick he was.

A moan slipped from her lips as he nudged her clit.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he said.

“Please.”

“I know what you want, Teri. You want my cock, don’t you?”

She nodded.

“You’re going to get it. There’s no holding back. Not anymore. You can’t hide from me.”

“I don’t want to.”

He moved down until the tip of his dick was at her entrance.

They stared into each other’s eyes. This was not a quick fuck or a one-night lay. This was something more. Teri had never felt this way with another man on the planet. Part of her was terrified of exactly what this meant.

She and Damon were so different. He was a member of the club while she was nothing more than a club whore who helped to run the diner. How could there be a future here?

A happy ending happened to other people, not her.

There was no way she was going to ruin this moment with the harsh reality of the truth. There would come a time for that.

Damon took hold of her hands, locking them at the side of her body. Then he pushed inside her one inch. That was all, but she knew how big he was. She gasped.

“I’ll go gentle,” he said.

“Please don’t. I want to feel all of you, Damon.”

They were still.

He tensed up and Teri cried out as with one hard, powerful thrust, Damon filled her to the hilt, and fuck, she knew he was big, but not like this.

He was so long and hard, and wide. Damon touched every single nerve ending, and as he filled her to the top, they both held perfectly still.

He let go of her hands after a couple of seconds. “I didn’t want to hurt you.”

“I’m not in any kind of pain.” With her hands free, she cupped his face.

He was inside her. Damon was deep within her, and Teri ran her fingers down his face, across his lips. Circling his waist with her legs, she lifted up and kissed him. He sank his fingers into her hair, kissing her back.

This was everything she wanted.

“Tell me when I can move, Teri.”

“Move, Damon. Please. I need you.”

He shoved her down to the bed. His hands went to her shoulders, holding her in place as he slowly thrust in and out of her. At first, he took his time, drawing out every single thrust of his cock within her body.

Teri couldn’t resist rocking up to meet him, driving him wild. She wasn’t new at this. Damon didn’t need to treat her with kid gloves.

With each meet of the hips, she felt the control inside Damon snap. The moment it did, he fucked her hard, driving his stiff dick inside her. There was no gentleness about him.

He held her down, fucking her body, but she loved it.

His gaze was on her the whole time as he took her. He didn’t use her. She knew this was possession. Damon had to own her.

She wondered if she should be afraid of the feelings rushing through her body, but she wasn’t.

This was Damon.

Her man.

Her chance.

He rode her body, and she wanted him to take her, to use her, to own her. There was no fight here. Just acceptance, submission, and pure need.

Damon let go of her shoulders to hold her hands, locking their fingers together. His lips took hers, kissing her hard, nipping at her flesh.

“I’m not going to last,” he said.

“Come for me, Damon,” she said.

He plunged his tongue within her mouth, only to jerk back from the kiss as he slammed deep inside her.

She felt the kick of his cock as it filled her, pulse after pulse, after pulse.

Damn didn’t collapse. He held himself up, smiling down at her, stroking her cheek.

Teri touched him. She couldn’t get enough of the feel of him.

Was it strange to just want to hold him? To feel him? To touch him? Did it make her strange? She didn’t care. Damon was different.

Then, like a jolt, she gasped, looking at him. “We didn’t use a condom.”

“I’m clean,” he said.

“So am I. I’ve never been with someone without a condom before.” Panic rose up.

“It’s fine.”

“Damon, I’m not on any birth control.” This was bad news. Ever since Dane had come back, and shit had hit the fan for her, she’d stopped using it as she’d also stopped sleeping with anyone at the club.

She’d focused more on her work than having a good time. With her mistakes surrounding her, she’d withdrawn from everything.

He cupped her cheek. “Stop worrying, okay?”

“I’ll get the morning-after pill tomorrow.”

“Teri, shut the fuck up and let me kiss you. Stop worrying.”

“But…”

She didn’t get to finish as he silenced her with a kiss. Who would want to argue with a man who kissed like an angel and a devil all at the same time?


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