Beard Mode Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Funny, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73311 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 367(@200wpm)___ 293(@250wpm)___ 244(@300wpm)
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If I’d known what I was missing all this time, I would’ve seriously rethought my promise of chastity until I was married.

Likely it was just the man I was doing it with, though.

I’d always had a thing for this man. The boy had been beautiful, but the man was perfect. Gorgeous inside and out.

“Please,” I whimpered. “Please!”

I felt his grin against my skin as his bearded face moved down my throat, zeroing in on my breast.

“Oh, God,” I gasped the moment his mouth latched onto my nipple.

His hands went to each ass cheek, pulling me up at the same time his cock went down.

“Put me in,” he ordered after letting go of my breast with a small suck.

I bit my lip, reached between my legs like a good little girl, and guided him to my entrance.

He was big. My hand was small, yes, but it wasn’t that small.

He felt huge, my thumb circling around his cock one way while my fingers went around the other.

Giving him a small pump with my fist, I licked my lips and stared straight into his eyes.

“Don’t have much control, baby. You want me to come on your belly, I’ll do it.”

I moved him where he wanted to be, knowing for a fact that I very well might cry if I didn’t feel him inside of me.

“Oh, my…”

My breath squeaked out of me as he started to ease inside. My heels dug into the bed, pushing my body up, and urging him in further, all on its own accord.

All the while he pushed into me, he continued to stare into my eyes as he did.

The moment he bottomed out inside of me, my hand went to the scarred half of his face, and I pulled his lips down to mine.

His mouth devoured mine.

The burn of his cock stretching my entrance paled in comparison to the way the overall feel of him stretching me tore through my nerve endings.

“Fuck me,” he grated through clenched teeth. “You feel like a fucking inferno in the middle of a hurricane surrounding my cock. How is that even fuckin’ possible?”

I started to laugh, my arms going around his neck as I pulled him impossibly closer. “Are you going to wax poetic words to me, or are you going to show me what you’re made of?”

His hands clenched on my ass cheeks, and then he started to move.

“I won’t show you. I’ll make you feel.”

And he was right. I felt everything.

The drag of his cock against the sensitive spot inside of me. The way his beard hairs rubbed deliciously along my collarbone. The rock of his hips pushing against mine. The fist of his hand tightening in my hair.

There was nothing that I didn’t feel.

Pairing it all together, though, was what really made this moment particularly amazing.

My belly tightened as he started to move less carefully. Hitting me deeper and harder than before.

Smack-smack.

The light went out.

We both froze.

Then we started to laugh.

“Oh, God,” I wheezed. “We should…”

Before I could finish my sentence, he was on the move again, pounding inside of me faster and harder than before.

In. Out. In. Out.

Over and over again he went, the light following each slap of our skin meeting skin.

I had to close my eyes because the light was snapping on and off too quickly, making my eyes unable to adjust, and my head to become dizzy.

Though, the dizziness likely could’ve been caused by lack of oxygen to my brain.

I had to wrap my arms around his shoulders to keep my body from jolting up the bed with the exuberance of his thrusts.

But with my body curled around his, it only meant we both started moving up the bed.

Something happened though. Something magical that I’d never felt before.

Yes, I’d had orgasms. I was twenty-nine, not a confused sixteen-year-old. I had a vibrator at home.

But nothing, not even birthday cake, compared to the feeling that coursed through my body only moments later.

My hands fisted in his hair as something started to build down deep in my core. Something that turned into full blown exaltation as my orgasm burst through me.

I splintered into a million tiny, itsy bitsy, never putting Imogen back together again, pieces.

I screamed into Aaron’s neck.

He cursed and started to buck his hips.

The hand in my hair pulled, and the hand on my hip clenched.

It was likely that I’d have a bruise from the force, but I’d wear that bitch like a badge of honor if it came with this feeling every time I got it.

My scream ran dry when my breath left my body, as did my ability to stay conscious.

I came back to myself long moments later to Aaron’s sticky body lying flat on top of mine, the light blazing beside my head.

My breathing was labored, as was his, and I was fairly sure that if I tried to move, my legs wouldn’t support me.


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