Cato (Golden Glades Henchmen MC #7) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Mafia, MC Tags Authors: Series: Golden Glades Henchmen MC Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74078 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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“Oh yeah?” she asked, and when her gaze moved back up, to my face, her eyes were heated, her lids heavy.

“Yeah,” I said, watching as she reached up to pull the towel off of her head, her long hair spilling over her shoulders. The body towel flicked off next, and my cock twitched just looking at her.

“Well then,” she said, lowering herself onto the edge on all fours, and slowly crawling up over me, stopping at my waist as she drew down my pants, freeing my cock, and immediately sucking it into her mouth.

My hips bucked up into her warm, wet, tight lips, going deeper as she started to suck me, her head down, her ass high in the air, giving me a great fucking view as she worked me relentlessly until I gathered her wet hair, and pulled until she released me with a little smirk, knowing how close she had me.

“Get up here,” I demanded, pulling as she kept crawling over my body, straddling my waist.

Releasing her hair, my hands drifted over her, teasing over her breasts, working her nipples into hardened buds.

The smell of her was everywhere—coffee and chocolate. My senses were overwhelmed by it, by her.

Rynn arched up slightly, reaching between us to slide my cock down her cleft.

She paused, looking at me, seeing if there was some objection.

If this was any other woman, there would be.

I didn’t fuck women without condoms. You couldn’t be too careful.

But this wasn’t any random woman. This was my woman now. And we didn’t have to worry about any unwanted—as of this point in our lives—visitors since I watched her pop her Pill every morning.

I pressed my hips upward slightly instead, and she lowered herself down on me with a deep sigh, like she’d been waiting for this forever.

“Wow,” she said after a moment, smile big enough to show her damn dimples. “This is better than I expected,” she admitted as she started to move.

A first for both of us then.

And I had to whole-fucking-heartedly agree.

I got to really feel her this way. The warmth and wetness along with the tightness as she rode me, slow at first, savoring the new sensations, then harder and faster as her body begged for release.

I let her come, her pussy squeezing my cock over and over, before I moved, settling her on her back as I leaned on the edge of the bed and started fucking her, hardly letting her recover from one orgasm before I was driving her up toward another one.

She was even faster than usual, the days of closeness without getting me inside of her like we both knew she really wanted making her crash into another orgasm as I resisted the urge to come with her.

I grabbed her again, turning her over, and pulling her hips back toward me, then surging back inside of her as my hand grabbed a hold of her hair, and my other landed slaps to her ass that had her moaning and slamming back into me in no time.

This time, when she came, I came with her, hissing out her name.

“Okay,” she said, energized while I was completely spent, popping up on her elbow to look over at me where I’d collapsed beside her on the bed. “So, what are you doing today now that you’ve done me?” she asked, smile playful.

“Eating. Working out. Then doing you again,” I told her, getting a little laugh out of her. “You?”

“I have to go into the office for a bit. See what Josie has been up to. Scan and destroy this case file. The usual after a job is done.”

“How about we meet back here after?” I suggested. “Then head over to the clubhouse?”

“I have been missing Eddie’s cooking,” she said, putting a hand on her stomach. “It’s a deal. Five? No, six,” she decided.

“Works for me.” It gave me time to go back to the club and talk to Huck. Since, apparently, I had a bone to pick with the local white supremacists. I mean, you know, other than the bone I already had to pick with a hate group, that is. She shifted, and I got another whiff of that smell of her. “What is that?” I asked.

“What is what?”

“That smell you always have?” I asked, sucking in a deep breath.

“You mean my delicious chocolate coffee signature scent?” she asked, beaming at me.

“Yeah, that.”

“I found a company that matches all their scents, so not only does your soap and lotion smell the same, but so does your shaving cream and your hair products.”

“Fucking buy stock in that company,” I demanded as she shot me a smile as she got up, walking toward the bathroom with her thighs pressed tightly together.

I liked that more than I should have.

Coming inside of her.

It felt almost possessive in a way.


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