Fighting the Forbidden – Ruthless & Royal Read Online Autumn Jones Lake

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, Forbidden, MC, Sports Tags Authors:
Advertisement

Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
<<<<8494102103104105106114124>162
Advertisement


“Do you want me to kiss you here?” I slowly stroke my fingers over the piece of satin between her legs. It’s already soaking wet. I tilt my head to see her face. “It feels like you do.”

She groans, bites her lip, and nods.

I need more words from her but taking the slow route is so much fun.

“You remember that night in my car? Parked in front of your house?” I stroke my knuckles against her slit, back and forth, back and forth.

“Uh-huh.” She inhales a shaky breath.

“The way you ground yourself against me until you came?”

Pink splotches dot her cheeks. “Yes.”

I close my eyes for a second, savoring the memory. “That was so fucking hot. I think about it all the time.”

Jerk off to it three times a day is more like it.

“Really?” she whispers.

“Really.”

“I…I think about it a lot too.”

“Good.” I slide lower and kiss her thigh but keep moving my fingers in the same slow rhythm. “Your birthday. In the garage.” I squeeze my eyes shut for a second. “I still can’t look at your car without getting hard.”

She lets out a sound halfway between a gasp and a giggle. “That must…be uncomfortable…when you’re working,” she whispers between soft sighs and gasps.

“Worth it.” I rest my cheek against her stomach again and dip my fingers under her slick satin underwear.

Her body jerks and I’ve barely touched her. I brush my fingers against her damp curls. “I want to make you come like that again. But on my tongue this time.”

I tip my head back to see her face. Her half-closed eyes open wide. “What?”

I circle my thumb around her clit, not quite touching, but close. Her hips jerk in time to my movements. “My tongue.” I stick it out and wiggle it at her. “Right here.” I tap my thumb lightly against her clit.

She jumps, her breasts jiggling over the folded cups of her bra.

“Oh, oh.” She squeezes her eyes shut.

“Would you like that?”

“I…I…”

“You’re so sensitive.” I slide my hand out of her underwear and stroke her over the fabric again. “I’ll have to be careful not to give you too much.”

“It’s…oh…already…”

I smile like a devil. “What? Tell me.”

“Griff.” She twists her body and lifts her hips, needy and frustrated.

“Do you want me to make you come with my mouth?”

“Yes,” she whispers.

“Say it.”

She opens her eyes again, staring up at me. Desire and a hint of annoyance flicker over her face. I must be a bastard. That pissy lip curl gets me so fucking hard every time.

“Please, Griff.” Her annoyed pout slides into a grin full of wicked amusement. “Try to make me come with your tongue. If you can.”

Laughter rumbles out of me. I’ve created a little monster here. “You throwing down a challenge?”

“No.” She lifts her hips and stares at me.

I hook my fingers in the straps of her underwear. “You want these off?”

She nods.

“Tell me.”

She digs her heels into the bed and lifts her hips higher. “Please take off my panties, Griffin.”

“Fuuuck, yes.” I groan and squeeze my eyes shut for a second. “You’ve got it.” I strip the tiny bit of satin down her legs and toss it somewhere over my shoulder. “God damn you’re pretty.” I hook my arms under her thighs and yank her closer.

She attempts to press her knees together. Hmm. Don’t like that. I kiss and nibble her soft inner thigh to loosen her up. She sighs and giggles nervously. Not quite the sounds I’m after.

I kiss my way to her stomach again, then stretch out next to her. “Sit up.”

“What?” she asks as she shifts her body.

I reach for her bra and unhook it, tossing it in the same direction her underwear went.

She kneels next to me, beautifully naked, and rests her hands on her thighs. “Where do you want me?”

“Come sit on my face.” I squeeze her thigh, urging her closer.

“What?” Her eyes widen with shock. “No way. What if I hurt you?”

My forehead creases into a frown. “Hurt me how?”

“I don’t know?” She rubs her hands over her thighs. “Smother you to death? These are more like pillows than earmuffs.”

I snort, then laugh so hard she scowls at me.

“Baby, your thick thighs and beautiful eyes are two of my favorite parts of you.” I grip one of her hips, urging her over me.

“Well, you can’t see my eyes if my thighs are smothering you to death.” She carefully lifts one leg and straddles my chest without lowering herself enough for our skin to touch.

I swallow my laughter and study her. Is she serious or screwing with me? The corners of her mouth are slightly tilted down, but her eyes sparkle with curiosity.

Maybe sit on my face was a bit much for the first time we do this. The crude motherfucker inside me can’t be restrained much longer.


Advertisement

<<<<8494102103104105106114124>162

Advertisement