Bull Read online Penny Dee (Kings of Mayhem MC #6)

Categories Genre: Biker, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Kings of Mayhem MC Series by Penny Dee
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 113996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
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As a result, now I was hard as fuck and completely at the mercy of my body screaming for me to do something about it.

I needed a woman.

No. I needed Taylor.

Beneath me.

Moaning.

My thoughts drifted back to today’s encounter in my office. The way she walked in and demanded we talk. The way my body had come alive the moment she set foot in the room.

The way my chest lit up with warmth the moment she opened her beautiful mouth.

I was aching to take her, so much so it was to the point of distraction.

But there was something else to it. I told myself it was just sex. Yet somewhere inside, I knew I was fucking lying.

She was much younger than me. Maybe too young. Even though she acted a lot older than what she was, there was still a significant age gap. Although, seeing how happy Chastity and Ruger were with their sixteen-year difference made the age-gap thing less of an issue.

I groaned and rolled onto my side, tormented.

Anyway. She’d made it clear that casual sex wasn’t an option. And I didn’t do relationships. Or commitment.

Frustrated, I rolled onto my other side.

Yet, I couldn’t shake her out of my head. Couldn’t help but notice her every time we were in the same room. The subtle moves of her body. The rich scent of her hair. The way her eyes shone and her lips broke into that beautiful smile whenever one of my brothers entertained her.

I wasn’t afraid of much, but something told me I should be terrified of her.

Before I could stop myself, I started to imagine her naked and tangled in my sheets. And then I couldn’t stop imagining her. Her creamy, lithe body, her pink, luscious nipples, her thighs parted just enough to tantalize. Those dark, black eyes heavy with lust and gleaming with a wicked light. Fuck, I was getting even more turned on. I closed my eyes, and couldn’t help but think of her sweet body writhing beneath me on my bed, moaning my name and clawing the sheets as I made her come, again and again.

I punched my pillow and shifted into a different position, ignoring my hard cock and the brief sensation of pleasure shooting along the shaft when it brushed against the mattress.

Don’t do it, I warned myself. Don’t think about those long legs and the way those Daisy Dukes hug her sweet ass so tight and firm.

Groaning, I rolled onto my back.

Forget the way her perfect breasts press against her t-shirt.

And the way her thick hair falls around the smooth slope of her slender neck.

Or how tight and wet her pussy would be wrapped around every throbbing inch of me.

Fuck.

Now I had my hand on my dick and I was stroking it. I don’t even know when I started. But somewhere between thinking about her tight pussy, and the feel of her luscious lips against mine, I had reached down and clamped a hand around the thick shaft. Christ, I was hard. And now that I was stroking it, there was no stopping. The tension was already building in my belly, and I wasn’t stopping until I jerked her out of my head.

I gripped the base and jacked it slowly, releasing the tension after a few pumps to slide my fingers up to the head where I was slippery with semen.

I wiped my thumb pad across the milky liquid and trembled, a thrill running through me from my head to my toes.

I closed my eyes and bit down on my lip, thinking of Taylor’s beautiful face and the swell of her tits, and I started pumping again. Slowly. Teasingly. My hand firm around the shaft as I pictured her sinking her perfect ass onto me.

The swell was rising. My balls tightened and I could feel the wave coming. My hips took up the rhythm, subtly rising to meet every stroke of my hand as a shiver of anticipation quaked through me.

I thought of her captivating smile and her mesmerizing, smoky voice.

I thought about the scent of her skin and the warmth of her body as I had her pressed against the wall in my office, and I groaned, wanting her, wanting to feel her beneath me, wanting to feel her pussy milking my cock as I made her come.

“Fuck.” I thrust my head back into the pillows. I was so damn hard. So damn needy for her. I wanted her, goddamnit. I wanted her to drop to her knees in front of me and wrap those luscious bee-stung lips around me.

I wanted to hear her moan, and know it was because of me and what I was doing to her.

I wanted her to want this just as much as I did.

My lips parted as my breath hitched from my mouth.

I slowed my hand, but dragged it all the way up to the engorged head, needing to come, but holding back, torturing myself with slow, leisurely tugs until the dam finally broke in me with an untamable force.


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