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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“I find you so hard to believe, you know that?”

“There’s only one way I can prove myself, and that’s by sticking around.”

“Great. Do that without fucking me.”

“We both know that isn’t going to happen.” He licks a nipple, tongue flicking up and down. His hand grips my ass and smacks it gently.

I moan, closing my eyes. “This doesn’t change anything.”

“You’re right. It doesn’t.”

“Just sex, right?”

“Call it whatever you want. Just ride me, tesorina, before my cock breaks.”

I bite my lip and move back, feel him press against me, then into me, and I’ve crossed the line. From here, there’s no retreat: I sink down, letting him fill me to the brim, moaning as I go. He buries my mouth with his and kisses me, tongue rolling with mine as I start to ride him. He moans into my kiss, and I moan right back, and all my concerns dissipate as we fuck faster, the couch rattling against its neighbor, the chorus of furniture banging together nearly overwhelming my pathetic, needy moans.

He cups my ass and I grind down, going faster and faster, already inches from the edge before this started and now so far gone I can’t breathe. I throw my head back, giving in to pleasure, and the orgasm rips into me like bliss. I gasp as he thrusts up, filling me, his thumb rubbing against my clit as I grab onto his knees and come so hard I nearly black out.

But then he’s turning me, pinning me down, and thrusting hard. I bump against the padded arm as he kisses my neck and bites my lip and sucks my nipple, fucking me hard and deep and fast, my head a foggy mess from my orgasm, until he stiffens and I feel him come deep between my legs.

He stays buried in me. I go to wriggle back, suddenly very aware that he’s not wearing a condom, but he holds me in place. “Too late for that now,” he whispers, kissing my neck softly. “Stay here with me.”

I give in. Apparently, that’s my specialty today. “If you just got me pregnant⁠—”

“You can take the morning-after pill if you want to make sure. I’ll wear a condom next time.”

“Next time.” I run my fingers down his back, digging in the nails ever so slightly. “You think there’s a next time?”

“Based on the way you cried out my name as you came all over my cock, yes, I think so.”

“How conceited. I didn’t even come.”

He laughs at that. “Liar. I felt it. Can’t fake your pussy clenching down so hard it’s strangling my cock.”

“Okay, no need to be crude about it,” I mumble, blushing and grinning like a moron. “Fine, I came, but so what? I can make myself come whenever. It’s not that big of a deal.”

He puts a palm against my cheek and stares into my eyes. “We both know that’s also bullshit.” Then he pats my face and kisses me before wrapping his arms around my body and hugging me tight.

I think about getting up. I could run away, take a shower, buy some morning-after pills, and put this all behind me. I’m absolutely lying—I’ve never come like that in my life before. The teasing, the spanking, it worked me up into a frenzy, and now all I want is for him to fuck me again.

Which is a genuine problem.

“Fine,” I mutter and snuggle in close to him, liking the way he’s still half-hard between my legs. “You do realize we have a whole lot of couches, right?”

“That’s true. It’d be a shame to let them go to waste.”

“It’s almost polite if we use them.”

“I’d say it’d be criminal not to fuck you on every single available surface.”

I chew on my lip. “There are a lot of surfaces.”

“Good point. Which one of us will give up first?”

“You’ll be chafing and bloody before I’m done with you.”

“That’s not as sexy as you might think.”

“Already giving up?”

“Never.” He grins and kisses me, and I’ve basically lost my mind, but I might as well enjoy myself in the process.

Chapter 23

Allegra

Sophia sits across from me in a crowded Center City coffee shop. The music’s loud and I have to lean in close to hear anything she’s saying, which isn’t really much since she can barely even make eye contact. I’m sore between my legs, basically throbbing after putting most of the couches in the living room to good use, and it’s like waking up from a very long dream.

A dream in which I spent the morning having sex with Gian Rossi.

I want to tell Soph all about it, but the vibes are all wrong. She swirls her cold brew, sips from the straw, and does everything but make eye contact.

“Uh, thanks for meeting me here,” I say, feeling so uncomfortable I could die. I don’t know what happened but this is all wrong. I’ve never been like this with Sophia before, but it’s like she’s a totally different person.


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