Raven Hell’s Bastards MC Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, Mafia, MC, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 104329 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 522(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
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Raven couldn’t quite see him, but he gave her ass a little jiggle and then let it go before gripping her again. This time, he spread the cheeks of her ass wide, and a groan fell from his lips.

She felt the hard ridge of his cock as he went back to her entrance and then, slowly, inch by inch, began to push inside her. He took his time, working every inch, and she felt it as he started to pump.

If it was even possible, she was sure she felt him get bigger, filling her up.

“You know, I could be inside this pretty cunt for the rest of my life,” Carlos said.

“Shut up,” she said.

“Do you not want to wake up every single morning and be fucked by me?” His hands moved to her hips and held on to them, and then he slammed to the hilt within her.

She cried out as he was so deep, the fine line between pleasure and pain being tested.

She gritted her teeth as she tried to contain her need, but it was impossible. She was so close, and as Carlos held her still, she couldn’t focus. What did he say?

“You’d get bored,” she said when his words finally registered in her brain.

He chuckled. “You think it’s possible to get bored of this cunt?”

To drive his words home, he pounded inside her, fucking her hard and deep. The sounds of their groans and slapping bodies filled the air.

Carlos’s hands slowly slid up, cupping her tits.

“You will always get bored.”

“Nah, I don’t think you realize how much I’ve got to play with. You see, these tits are so fucking beautiful. I can fuck these as well. Get you to suck my dick, make it nice and wet, and then I can use these to get off. Paint your face in my cum.” He groaned. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

“Shut up.” But her tone didn’t exactly strike out as an order for him to stop. Sinking her teeth into her lip, she whimpered as he pinched her nipples. The pleasure went straight toward her pussy, heightening her arousal for him.

His hands slid down, going toward her waist and then down toward her hips. “There is no way I can get bored of this body. Holding on to these hips.” He went down toward her ass and spread the cheeks wide. “And seeing as you can’t see what I do, I will tell you, in great detail. I’m staring at your tiny little asshole. I want to fuck it, Raven. I’ve had your mouth, and I own your fucking pussy. Next, I’m going to take your asshole and make that mine. Every single part of you will have my cum, baby.” He groaned. “Yeah, you like that. I think you like me a whole lot more than you realize.”

“Shut up.”

Again, there wasn’t much conviction in her tone. She just spoke the words, but she didn’t want him to shut up. He really should, but she didn’t want him to stop.

“And now I’m looking at your pussy. It’s wide from my cock, Raven. I can feel how much you want me. You’re sucking me in. You want my spunk, don’t you, pretty girl?”

Raven’s hands clenched into fists, and she refused to beg him. Not this time. She wasn’t going to beg him.

Carlos knew what she was doing, and as he slid a hand between them, he pressed his palm to her pussy, then his fingers, slowly, achingly, as he took his time and massaged her clit. Each stroke seemed to take her higher, pushing her toward an orgasm, but she wasn’t quite reaching it. Poised at the top, not toppling over the edge, but kept perfectly still, waiting for it, holding her there.

He wanted her to beg. Damn it.

She wanted to come, but the only way she’d be able to do that was if Carlos gave it to her or she found it before he made her beg.

But Carlos knew what he was doing. He was an expert already.

She didn’t know how he’d figured out what made her body tick, but he had, and now she was desperate. Craving an orgasm that only he could give her.

There was no way to make it stop. She tried to hold back. To not beg, but Carlos was a man of torture.

“Please, Carlos, please, let me come.”

“Good girl,” he said.

Within seconds, she cried out as he thrust her into an orgasm that took her breath away. There was no control. No way to stop it. It felt so good.

His name spilled from her lips, and she moaned for more. He gave it to her, sending her into a second orgasm within as many minutes.

Her body shook.

Her name fell from his lips, and she felt him pulse inside her as he found his own release.


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