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

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Erotic, Forbidden, MC, Sports Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 162
Estimated words: 158872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 794(@200wpm)___ 635(@250wpm)___ 530(@300wpm)
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He strokes his fingers along my calves. “Lift your hips for me.”

It takes a second to work out what he’s asking, but finally, I dig my heels into the fluffy comforter and lift enough for him to stuff the pillows under me. It’s still not quite what he wants, though. He hooks his arms under my knees and drags me closer.

“Put your legs over my shoulders.”

“Griff!” I protest, but he urges me forward and drapes my legs over his shoulders.

The slow tingle of embarrassment travels over my cheeks. I press my hand against my eyes.

“No.” He squeezes my butt. “Watch me.”

I peek through my fingers and find him staring at me from between my legs. He wiggles his tongue against me and electricity zips over my skin. My hips jerk. My eyes squeeze shut again.

“No. Eyes on me,” he says in a firm but gentle tone.

I focus on him again.

“That’s my girl.” He squeezes my hips, holding me up. “Move your body. Show me what feels good.”

He flattens his tongue against me and waits. Experimentally, I roll my hips, then circle while pressing my heels into his back for leverage.

“Mm-hmm,” he encourages.

I circle once more, chasing a tingling sensation. “Oh.”

He adds pressure and I gasp again. “There!”

He groans and closes his eyes, sucking gently like he’s savoring a peach. His tongue…oh my…his tongue. I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate on the rapid-fire pulsing in my core.

“Griff.” I reach for his hand and he twines his fingers with mine. I’m lost. Overwhelmed. Melting into the hot, wet sensation of his tongue. My body coils tight, then I detonate against his mouth. Breathless and whimpering, I slump against the mattress.

Griff isn’t finished. He kisses my thighs and gently lowers my legs. A cocky grin tilts his shiny lips, and he swipes his hand over his mouth and chin. “So good, Muffin.”

The soft glow of his approval settles over me and I reach for him, running my fingers through his hair. He drops kisses against my stomach, teases his tongue over my ribs, then stops to kiss my breasts before finally stretching out next to me.

“I can’t move,” I whisper.

“You don’t have to.” He pulls me into his arms.

I tilt my head back to see his face and his lips crash into mine. Our breaths tangle, and his scent overwhelms me—a whisper of me on his tongue, the bright hotel shampoo clinging to his damp hair, and the familiar salt of his skin.

His free hand traces an electrifying path over my body, exploring every dip and curve. A restless desire inside me pulses awake. I blink. We’re nose to nose.

The heat in his eyes scorches my skin.

He always stares at me like I’m the only one in the world. All night, I felt his eyes on me when I was dancing with my friends. At first, I’d thought he was annoyed with me. But that wasn’t it. All I found in his eyes was burning affection and gentle possessiveness.

“You’re so wet for me.” His warm breath whispers over my cheek.

Why does that make me flush with embarrassment? Griff obviously likes my body’s reactions. “Well, you did have your tongue all over me,” I tease, my body tingling at the thought.

“This isn’t me.” He slides his finger through my slit. “It’s all you.”

“No,” I whisper. “Still your doing. I only feel like this when I’m with you.”

He feathers a sweet kiss over my lips as he slowly slides his finger inside me.

“Oh.” I gasp at the invasion, the sound swallowed by his mouth hovering over mine. That’s…good. I wriggle and shift my hips, adjusting. His thumb slides to my clit and works in slow, maddening circles. He nuzzles my neck, kissing and sucking. Sensations and pressure build. He presses inside me harder, deeper, a little faster. I can’t help bucking my hips against his hand.

“Yes.” He encourages me between kisses.

A tickling, tingling tension builds in my center. He presses deeper, stroking a certain spot over and over. My toes curl. Strobe-like bursts of pleasure heat my insides. My eyes roll back from the surge of ecstasy sweeping over my nerve endings.

“Yes.” Griff groans, low and intense. “Give it to me.”

All of his attention, his deep concentration on my every reaction, finally sends me over the edge. In the confines of his arms, I arch and twist, grinding myself against his hand, riding out the waves.

When I finally stop shaking and can take a full breath, I open my eyes. A warm, satisfied smile stretches his lips.

“That was beautiful.” He kisses my cheek. “The way you squeezed my fingers…” His thumb brushes against my overly sensitive clit, and my body jerks.

He slides his hand from between my legs. Wetness coats my thighs. He flicks his gaze down. Something in his expression shifts but I’m too sleepy and floaty to question it.


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