Callow (Henchmen MC Next Generation #12) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Henchmen MC Next Generation Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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I slipped a finger inside of her, wanting to make sure she didn’t come before I could pull away, needing to edge her just a little bit more.

At this rate, I was sure she would shatter apart the second my cock buried deep in her pussy.

Then I was just going to have to slap a hand over her mouth as I fucked her wildly until one orgasm turned into two.

I teased up and down her cleft and around her clit for a long time, driving her up, but not giving her exactly what she was aching for.

I swear she nearly came the second my tongue teased over her swollen clit, though, making me have to play my game even more carefully if I wanted to hold her off a little longer.

As soon as her pussy was tightening around my finger, I pulled away, pulled it out.

“Damnit,” she hissed, slamming her fist into the sink counter as her chest rose and fell frantically as her hungry gaze held mine in the mirror.

“Almost,” I promised as I moved in behind her, slipping my cock between her lips to rub against her clit.

She immediately took over then, squeezing her thighs to increase the friction, then rocking against me as I dug in my pocket for my wallet and the condom inside.

Sabrina was making little mewling sounds as her slickness coated my cock.

I freed the condom from the wrapper then pulled away, smiling at the savage curse that escaped her as she lost my cock for just long enough for me to slide on the protection.

Then I let her have it again, and she was rocking wildly, frantically, afraid she would lose it again.

Her whole body was taut, her muscles trembling from the strain of being edged so ruthlessly.

“No, Callow, no,” she cried as I pulled back when her moans got a little deeper, knowing she was close.

“No, what?” I asked, pressing my head against her opening. “No, you don’t want my cock inside your tight pussy?” I asked, teasing in, but just barely.

“No, I want it.”

“You want what?” I asked, pausing.

“Your cock.” When I didn’t give her what she wanted, her gaze slid to mine in the mirror, the hunger taking over her completely. “I want your cock.”

“That’s it,” I said, grabbing her hips, then slamming deep inside of her.

Like I expected, that was all it took.

Her pussy clenched, then spasmed hard as the orgasm tore through her body, making her arm shoot out, slamming into the wall by the mirror to keep herself upright as she let out this deep, long moan that was fucking music to my ears.

But I clamped my hand over her mouth as I started to fuck her.

Hard, fast, deep.

The clenching slowed and stopped as the orgasm finally subsided, but it wasn’t long before she was rocking against me, before she was moaning relentlessly against my palm as I fucked her.

The second orgasm had her body going lax, making the sink cabinet hold her up as her whole body was racked with aftershocks.

“One more,” I said, releasing her mouth so she could try to even out her erratic breathing.

“I can’t,” she whimpered, but the rush of wetness around my cock said otherwise.

“You can,” I countered, reaching to grab her hand and pressing it between her thighs. “Work your clit for me,” I demanded. When she didn’t immediately, I grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling back until I could see her in the mirror again. “I said work your clit for me, baby,” I demanded, getting this sweet fucking little mewling sound out of her just before she did what she was told.

“That’s it,” I said as she started swallowing deep breaths as her body began tensing again as the need grew. “Are you going to come around my cock one more time?” I asked as she started to moan softly again.

“Yes,” she said, her pussy tightening around me like confirmation of her word.

“Yes, you will,” I said, grabbing her hips tighter and fucking her harder, the sounds of our bodies crashing together filling the room as the steam of the shower did, the slapping of water on the tile floor the only thing muffling what we were up to. “There it is,” I said, teeth gritted as her pussy tightened hard around me as her breath caught. “Come around my cock,” I demanded.

Then she did, her whole body trembling as I fucked her through it before slamming deep and coming myself.

I swear my vision whited out there for a second, and I had to grab the counter at her side to keep upright as my own fucking leg felt weak.

It wasn’t for a long moment that I was clear-headed enough to notice her reflection in the mirror, seeing a tear slide down her cheek.

Panic had my heart in a vice as I slid out of her, grabbing, and turning her to face me.


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