Single Mom for the Bikers Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 80902 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 405(@200wpm)___ 324(@250wpm)___ 270(@300wpm)
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There's something about a man who’s secure enough to know they have nothing to prove. They aren't afraid to please their women, to drive them crazy. They aren't emasculated by the idea of getting down between the legs of the woman they love and working some magic. Phoenix, Havoc and Sledge all take pride in making me shiver and squirm under them while they make me see stars. And God, are they good at it.

Phoenix traces complex patterns up and down through my lips and around my clit, over and over. That combination of steady stimulation and just enough variety to keep me in suspense, is pure art. I started this with a superheated pool in my belly, but every swipe of his tongue in another drop in the pool, spreading through me, throbbing in time with his insistent licks. My breath comes in gasps, and I'm balling up the sheets in my fists, needing something to squeeze as hard as I possibly can.

My whimpers turn into groans. My thighs shiver, but with his strength pinning them back, they're not going anywhere. And his tongue just keeps going and going and going. I don't know how long I can take this without exploding.

But then that's the point.

The first orgasm crashes over me, a tidal wave of pleasure, flooding every inch of me. It tugs on every nerve ending, making me quiver so hard it almost hurts, right until my whole body seizes up and I scream.

He refuses to stop, even as I shake around him, as I let go of the sheets so I can grab him by the hair, to hold on like I'm about to fall off the bed and float away. “Too much, oh my God. Too much.”

He finally backs up, his lips glistening with my juices. His smirk makes him look very, very pleased with himself. “You okay?”

I flop back as much as I can with him still holding my legs open. My heart's thundering a thousand beats per minute. “You're going to kill me.”

“Just returning the fucking favor,” he purrs, like a big hunting cat who stole some cream. As he says it, he moves up so that it's his blood-filled, steel hard cock pointing between my legs instead of his face. “Are you ready for more? I want to play.”

The gleam in his eyes is intriguing.

“Then let’s play. Show me what you're really like. Who you really are.” I feel a little silly, but I mean it. “What do you want to do to me?”

For a moment, he thinks, and then his smile widens. “Okay. Let's try something. Close your eyes.”

“Okay.” I do, even though the urge to peek is almost irresistible. There's the scraping sound of a drawer being pulled open, some rummaging, and then it's shut again. I have no idea what he's up to.

“Easy, now.” Soft fabric brushes my face, covering my eyes. With one hand, he lifts my head so he can slip something behind it—a strap or something. “You okay with that? Not gonna freak out or anything? All you have to do is tell me to stop, and I fucking stop, got it?”

I nod. “I'm okay.” And curious. So incredibly curious as to what he's going to do next. I try opening my eyes, but the blindfold is complete. Everything is pitch black. I wet my lips nervously, suddenly incredibly vulnerable. And turned on. “I'm okay.”

The wet heat of a mouth surrounding my nipple has me gasping in surprise. He swirls his tongue, teasing me with it, and with my sight removed, all my other senses are on high alert. I can literally feel my goosebumps rising at his soft touch, right up until he suddenly bites down, sending a tiny shock of pain through me. And then he's kissing and licking again, soothing the hurt. Taking me on a rollercoaster of sensations.

I don't tell him to stop.

He's gone a moment, something opens and closes, something rattles. His footsteps bring him back, and his masculine scent tells me he's arrived. Something drips on my right breast, so sudden it makes me yelp in surprise. “Cold!”

He chuckles playfully as the little icy drops move around, down my breast onto my belly, a couple into my belly button, then continuing right past my core and onto my left thigh. It tingles, so cold it almost burns. My breathing speeds like I just jumped into an icy lake, and not just been sprinkled with a few strategically placed drops. He drips a couple right on my left nipple, the icy touch making it crinkle up so hard I can feel the tightness, only to be replaced with the warmth of his mouth. The contrast has me gripping the bed as I hiss.

He kisses his way down, chasing the cool water that's sliding down my side, leaving chilly trails behind, scooping them up with his tongue whenever he finds them. I guess I did tell him to show me something new.


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