Three Kings, One Night (Lost Kings MC #2.5) by Autumn Jones Lake Read Free Book Online Page B

looks damn good and I don’t blame him one bit for being proud of it.
    He unzips his pants and steps out of them. “Why are you still dressed?”
    Kneeling up on the bed, I pull my sweater over my head and toss it at him.
    “That’s better. God damn your tits are perfect.” He reaches to run a finger over my black, see-through bra, pausing to tease my nipples into hard points. “Fuck, that’s sexy. Were you planning to get fucked tonight?” he asks with a bit of an edge to his voice.
    Narrowing my eyes, I brush his hand off me. “What kind of question is that?”
    He thrusts his chin at me. “The sexy underwear.”
    A soft chuckle escapes me. “That’s all I own.”
    “Fuck.”
    “No granny panties in my drawers.” I continue provoking him.
    He lets out a strangled groan, while rubbing his hand over his neck and jaw. His gaze is glued to my body and a surge of feminine pride zips through me.
    Hooking my thumbs under the straps of my bra, I tease them on and off my shoulders. “This is tame.”
    “Lilly,” he warns before diving onto the mattress with me. He’s all business as his hand goes straight for the button on my jeans. He tugs and jerks the material down my legs, then tosses them on the floor. A conflicted look crosses his face.
    “I don’t know where to start.”
    His sincerity makes me chuckle. “Come here and kiss me.”
    Very gently, he lowers himself over me. The warmth of him soaking into me. The weight of his muscular body pressing me into the mattress. One hand glides down, stroking over my panties, then pushing them aside to run his fingers over my slick folds.
    One finger pushes inside and my head rolls to the side. My hips arch up, seeking more of his soft, focused, exploratory touches.
    “Sexy girl’s fuckin’ soaked,” he whispers against my ear.
    I nod my head frantically. Then my whole body jerks when he scrapes his teeth over the tip of my nipple. The thin material of my bra does nothing to dull the sensation of his warm, wet mouth closing over my breast.
    “Ahhh…Z.”
    My other breast gets the same treatment, until I’m squirming and damn close to begging for his cock.
    “Z, please.”
    I feel, rather than see the smirk he’s wearing, but he doesn’t answer me, just keeps taking his sweet time licking and tasting me.
    It’s going to take a little more persuasion on my part, so I curl my fingers into the waistband of his boxer-briefs and tug.
    “Wait,” he growls.
    “I can’t.” In this moment, I’m not ashamed at all. I’m too desperate to have his iron hard cock gliding into me to care that I’m begging.
    Thankfully, he takes pity on me. Lifting his head, looking around the room as if he’s as disoriented as I am, he hones in on my nightstand and reaches to grab the condoms he knows I store in the top drawer.
    There’s no fumbling. Every movement is deliberate, sure and sexy as hell. He kicks out of his briefs, and hooks his arm under my knee, spreading me wide. His thumb teases against my clit, rubbing in gentle circles for a second before sliding his cock down the length of my slit. Even through the condom, I feel how hot he is. Burning up just like me. When I think I’m going to scream from frustration, he places his cock at my opening and pushes inside, so fucking slow. 
    The best kind of torture.
     
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    The way Lilly stares up at me while I’m pushing inside her melting hot pussy is enough to make me lose it. But I hold on because I want this to be good for both of us. Her throaty voice in my ear is so fuckin’ sexy as I keep pressing my inside. She’s so fucking hot and wet, squeezing me so good.
    I thrust in deeper and she cries out. Her sharp nails rake down my shoulders. “Harder. More. Please.” Each word comes out in a sexy panting breath.
    “Hang on, baby, I’m gonna give you more than you can handle.”
    I pull back, then thrust in harder. Over and over, jiggling her amazing tits, slamming her bed into the wall. Her nails dig in