Sinful Enemy (Beckham Dynasty #3) Read Online M. Robinson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Beckham Dynasty Series by M. Robinson
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Total pages in book: 61
Estimated words: 60940 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 305(@200wpm)___ 244(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
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“Oh God… ahhh…” I profusely panted, my body turning on me.

Orgasm after orgasm.

They came hard and fast, one right after the other with no end in sight. At least, not while he was buried between my legs.

“Please… Ledger… please…” I squirmed, begging him to stop, tugging hard at his hair to the point I thought I would rip it out.

He released my clit with an unrelenting groan, not wanting to stop but allowing me mercy. Thrusting his tongue into my heat, he licked, swallowing all my juices like I was his favorite meal.

He slowly sat up with a pleased and satisfied expression on his face. Grinning as he shamelessly wiped his lips and chin with the back of his arm, he showed me precisely how much I came only because of him.

“Your sweet pussy is addicting.”

His filthy words had as much effect on my body as his touch just did. I wanted him to say more dirty things like that to me. I never wanted it to end. He slid down his jeans, letting his hard cock spring free.

He made his way back up to my lips, wanting to claim them again. Grabbing the hair by the nape of my neck, he brought my lips up to meet his, pecking me at first. Teasing them with the tip of his tongue, he outlined my pouty mouth. My tongue sought his out, and our kiss quickly turned passionate, moving on its own accord. Taking what the other needed and vice versa.

He kissed me with everything he could muster. He kissed me until the room stopped spinning, and time stood still. Something about the way we were moving was tormenting—it was urgent, demanding, and all-consuming. We couldn’t get enough of each other’s taste, leaving us thirsty and wanting so much more.

Wanting everything.

He caressed the side of my face, my breasts, and the back of my thighs as if he didn’t know where he wanted to touch me the most. He kissed me like his life depended on it. Like I was everything he ever wanted and so much more. I yearned for him to make us one person in the same way I always had before.

“Ledger…” I moaned in a voice I didn’t recognize.

Our bodies moved in sync like they were made for each other. Nothing could ever compare or even come close to this. I placed my hand on his rapidly beating heart as it pounded against his chest and opened my eyes, staring profusely into his gaze.

The devotion.

The adoration.

The love…

He had for me, spilled out of his dark, dilated, intensely piercing eyes.

“There she is… there’s my girl,” he rasped, slowly thrusting inside me.

“Ahhh… Ledger...”

I felt every last inch of him until he was deep inside me. He slowly, tenderly thrust in and out of me, trying to steady his breathing while I tried hard not to ruin this moment between us.

Stopping, he stared lovingly into my eyes. He contemplated what to say before just whispering, “You’re mine.”

Emotions I’d never felt before flowed through my entire body while sensations took over the ache, relaxing my body a little more. Not only did Ledger make slow, passionate love to me, he claimed me without words. His hips thrust harder and deeper into me with a compassionate, deliberate motion. I couldn’t do anything but surrender to him. Submit to the only man I ever loved with my heart, body, and soul.

With every kiss, every touch, every thrust, and every single breath, he made unspoken promises to me. He adoringly kissed all over my face, along my jawline, my forehead, and on the tip of my nose. The room started spinning like it did when his face was between my legs. My head fell back, and my breathing became heady, urgent, and so good…

He immediately lapped at my neck and breasts, leaving tiny marks all over. I didn’t want to move. I wanted to enjoy the sensation of him being on top of me.

“That feel good, sugar?” he groaned, making his way back up to my mouth.

I nodded, unable to form words. Our parted lips still touched as we panted profusely, trying to feel each sensation of our skin-on-skin contact. I swear the pounding of our hearts echoed off the walls.

“Fuck, baby… Come… come on my cock… just like that…”

Still no words.

I was coming. I was coming from my head to my toes. All he needed was to keep doing whatever he was doing. A faint whimper turned into a moan when he angled my leg up higher, hitting that spot that his fingers did before. Like he could feel my silent pleas, he gave my throbbing nub some much-needed attention.

“You like that, sugar?” he questioned with warm words and passionate kisses to my lips.

“Ledger…” I panted.

“Fuck, Hazel… Fuck… you feel so good… so fucking tight… so fucking mine…” he growled, somewhere between pleasure and pain.


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