Liberated by Dez Burke Read Free Book Online

up a few inches and impaled herself onto his cock until she had him buried totally inside her.
    For a moment, it was unthinkable for either of them to move. He held her still, almost afraid to breathe, wanting to savor the sensation of being held so snugly inside her. Then she braced her hands on his chest and rode him, rising up and sinking down again and again.
    Flint gritted his teeth against the sweet agony of having her curvy body fucking him, her large breasts swaying in his face. He leaned forward and took a nipple into his mouth, causing her to cry out in pleasure.
    Damn, she drove him mad.
    Kendra’s body tensed above him and began to clench. He felt her juices dribbling down from her slick cunt and onto his balls and inner thighs as her orgasm rippled in waves within her.
    She cried out as she spasmed uncontrollably. Flint felt her contract around him and he held her tight as she collapsed onto his chest, panting for breath. With his cock still inside her, he rolled her over on her back and continued to pump in and out of her. Her moist pussy seemed to be sucking him in and he couldn’t hold back much longer.
    He roared out her name as he came, spilling his hot seed into her. He continued to pump inside her until he was completely spent. She kissed his shoulder softly and smoothed her hands down and around the Steel Infidels tattoo on his back.
    Cupping the back of her head, he drew her up to meet his lips in a tender, sweet kiss. His eyes held hers and it suddenly became more than just physical pleasure for both of them. They saw it mirrored in each other’s eyes.
    What they felt for each other would never be over.
    Ever.

CHAPTER SEVEN
    K endra arrived early at the wildlife clinic. Being out of the office on Friday afternoon and the entire weekend had put her behind on her paperwork. She hated to think about the stacks of lab results she had to go through and the calls that needed to be made to anxious animal owners. She put on a pot of strong coffee in the clinic’s tiny kitchen and headed out back to the wildlife enclosures. The sun was barely up and the air was crisp and cold.
    She checked on the raptor aviary that held a couple of injured hawks before peeking in on a barn owl that was fast asleep. It was the job of the first person who arrived at the clinic each morning – to walk around all of the outdoor pens and aviaries to make sure a predator hadn’t dug under or squeezed their way in during the night.
    All of the enclosures were wrapped in 1/8-inch chicken wire to prevent predators from digging under, but occasionally a snake would manage to squeeze through the tiniest opening, usually a crack around the door or underneath a shingle. Unfortunately, once they got inside the enclosure and ate whatever prey they were after, the snakes were then too fat to go back out the same way they came in.
    Whoever was unlucky enough to be working the first shift would have to pick the snakes up with a shovel and carry them out to the far edge of the property to be released unharmed. The snakes were never killed of course. It would defeat the whole purpose of the wildlife clinic to kill an animal that was only trying to stay alive.
    After everything she had been through over the weekend, Kendra was grateful to see that at least all of the animals were safe, though hungry and eager to be fed. She hurried back inside the clinic and pulled out a few frozen mice from the freezer to be prepped for the raptor’s breakfast. The paperwork would have to wait a little bit longer. There were too many hungry mouths to feed, and that always came first.
    She smiled to herself as she made up the different bowls of food. It felt good to be back at work where she belonged and doing normal everyday things again. To not have to worry about crazy, violent men with guns. Or dead bodies. Or crimes to cover up. 
    In the middle of the night, Flint had told her about Leah’s murder and what the MC planned to do about the Liberators.