The Woman in the Warehouse (Costa Family #9) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Costa Family Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 308(@250wpm)___ 257(@300wpm)
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Hard and fast and sloppy, taking me so deep she gagged.

“You feel so good with your mouth around my cock,” I said, hand holding the hair at the base of her neck as I started to thrust back into her throat, loving the way her fingers dug into my thighs as she made little gagging sounds. Like she was enjoying it just as much as I was.

My hand pulled her hair hard, forcing her off of me before I lost control, before I got to bury deep inside of her again, then continuing to pull until she followed the silent command to turn back around.

“Hands on the back of the couch,” I demanded, watching as her ass extended out to me.

With one hand, I yanked at the material, getting it out of my way, so I could see her round ass, could see the way her inner thighs glistened with her slick need.

“Touch your pussy for me,” I demanded, having to release her hair to dig for the condom I’d slipped into my pocket this morning for this very moment, and slipping it on as I watched her fingers tease around her clit. “Fingers in,” I told her, watching as two slipped inside of her, hearing her little moan as she started to finger-fuck herself.

“Is that enough?” I asked, gathering her hair again. “Or do you need my cock?”

In a silent answer, her fingers slid out of her, her fist balling up on the back of the couch as she rocked back against my cock.

“Tell me,” I demanded with a little tug as I rocked my cock against her, but didn’t give her what she wanted. Not until she asked or begged for it.

“I want your cock,” she admitted, her voice a whining whimper.

I couldn’t tease her for another minute.

My cock slid back then slammed in, taking her to the base as her pussy tightened around me. Saylor let out a deep moan as I took a steadying breath, trying to find control.

But it was in short supply.

So I twisted her hair around my fist, grabbed her hip, and started to fuck her.

Fast and desperate, like we both wanted.

“You like it like this, don’t you?” I asked, getting a whimper out of her. “Anyone could look up here and see you taking my cock,” I told her as her moans filled the room, the sound only making me fuck her harder, driving her right to the edge before her pussy was spasming around my cock as her body shuddered.

I gritted my teeth and fought back the need to come with her, fucking her through it, milking it for all it was worth, then sliding out of her to drop down on the couch.

I reached for her, pulling her down on my lap, her body still all boneless and soft as she leaned into me, my cock just pressing against her pussy as I tilted her head to seal my lips to hers.

This was probably the only chance I’d get to make the kiss slow and intimate, my lips teasing hers, deepening by degrees as she melted into me, sighing softly against my lips.

It was Saylor who got hungrier first, deepening the kiss, teeth nipping, tongue exploring.

It wasn’t long before she was rocking her hips, making my cock glide against her cleft.

I let her take the lead, taking what she wanted from me, getting herself to the point of no return.

She sat back, gaze on me, as she rose up, then took me in again, her moan mingling with my relieved exhale while her pussy pulled me in deep.

She paused when she had me in to the base, her heated gaze holding mine. My hands went around her, holding onto her ass while she started to ride me. Slowly at first. Then faster and harder as the need for release grew, her moans loud and shameless as she got right to that edge.

I rocked up into her as she started to roll her hips in frantic little circles, her moans turning into gasps as her pussy tightened around my cock, then pulsing around me as she came, falling forward into me with the intensity.

I kept thrusting up into her, dragging out her orgasm, then finding my own with a low groan.

Her face was nuzzled into my neck afterward, her one arm resting lightly on my other shoulder. If I wasn’t mistaken, it was the closest thing to a hug she felt comfortable initiating.

Much more comfortable with that kind of intimacy, I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly to me. And I swear to fuck she let out a little contented mewling sound as I held her.

I don’t know how long I held her.

All I could say was it wasn’t long enough.

But something outside of the window must have caught her attention, because she suddenly sat up, moving off of me, distractedly yanking her pants back up as she reached for the binoculars.


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