Tamed by A Knight – Motorcycle Club Romance Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17527 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 88(@200wpm)___ 70(@250wpm)___ 58(@300wpm)
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“You’re so fucking perfect,” I growl between kisses. Starting with her lips, but letting mine sink wherever they want to go.

“As your doctor, I’ll accept a five-star review alongside your glowing recommendation.” She giggles, but it’s cut short by a moan as I sink my teeth into her neck.

“Five stars? We need a higher number for you.” She leads me blind through her apartment, as we stumble over the carpet leading from the living room, down a short hallway to her bedroom.

I cup the sculpted peach of her ass in both my hands, rubbing and squeezing every inch. My mind’s set aflame, eager and desperate for more, wanting it all, right here, right now, with no way to take it.

We reach her bed, and with my head still buried in her neck, I reluctantly move my hands off her ass and into the waistband of her panties. Hooking my thumbs in, with a single flick of my wrists, they fall down her legs. And after a long, soothing lap of my tongue over the flesh I’ve nibbled on, I pull back.

Torturous as it may be to pull myself away from her, I need to see Tara in all her glory. I won’t make the same mistake as our first night together, touching and feeling, but never seeing all her assets on display. It doesn’t take Tara long to notice my pause comes from a desperate need to drink in her body. And so, she kicks one leg to the side to give me a better view of her dripping slit, while her hands rifle behind her back.

Tara unclasps her bra and drops it to the floor. My eyes stay glued to the perfection of her naked body until they sting and water. Unable to look away, drinking in every inch, curve, and line, as though she’s some ancient, holy relic no mere mortal was meant to gaze upon.

“Like what you see?” she asks, trailing a finger down her belly. It cuts through the grooves of her abdomen, over the crease of her thigh meeting her hip, and between her legs.

My hand snaps to it instinctively, stopping her from touching that sacred mound.

“My hands only,” I snarl, replacing her touch with my own, sliding a finger over her soaked lips.

There’s no taming the beast she awoke in me, and feeling her against my skin sends my mind into an uncontrollable flurry. With one hand between her legs, my middle finger against her clit, the other hand snaps behind her neck. Keeping the flames of passion burning, I roll circles over her delicate nub and fling forward, kissing her. My impact against her body sends us both toppling onto her bed.

Tara giggles and moans, her mind unable to decide which sound is more applicable. Not wanting to interrupt the sounds of her pleasure, I crawl on top of her, allowing my mouth to explore the pillowy mountains she calls breasts. Finding her nipple, I coil my tongue around it, while her body wriggles and spasms under me.

Deciding to up the stakes, I slide my middle finger down her slit, resting my thumb on the perch it inhabited to take over the rhythmic rotations. Reaching her entrance, my finger slides inside without resistance, accepting the full length straight to the knuckle.

Before long, frantic breathing replaces the giddy noises tearing out of her. She bucks her hips, using the motion to grind against my fingers, with white-knuckled fists latching onto her blanket for dear life.

“Don’t stop, baby,” she moans at the ceiling, and my heart sets aflame in my chest.

Baby. Such a simple word, yet hearing it from Tara’s lips, it takes full control of me. Drives all thoughts to the back of my mind, forcing me to focus on the single task she instructs. Shorter rotations, faster thrusts, and deep guttural sounds emanating from the back of my throat, all the tactics my feral mind can employ to deliver her orgasm.

“Give it to me. Come over my fingers,” I bark my order.

Tara responds with another vicious spasm, squealing in squeaky delight as every muscle in her body tenses into a knot. Choked groans catch in the back of her throat, and her eyes flutter from here to there and everywhere at once.

She doesn’t have to call it out for me to know she’s barreled over the edge. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, her body releases in a jolt so powerful she makes the entire bed shake on its feet, and a satisfied groan breaks her silence.

I give Tara a moment to breathe, come back down from her high, but never remove my hand from between her legs. Feeling her wetness against my fingertips, picturing how fucking good it’s going to be on my cock instead.

“Hush.” Her hand tickles its way up my side, across my neck, and into my hair. With a hard pull, she yanks my attention back to her. Fuck, I love a woman who knows how to take charge.


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