Crow (Shady Valley Henchmen #2) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Biker, Erotic, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Shady Valley Henchmen Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 375(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
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I couldn’t find a single word to reject him with in that moment as desire bloomed through my system.

My head fell forward, resting against his shoulder as his fingers slipped inside my panties, to stroke up my slick cleft, toying with my clit before moving downward and sinking two fingers inside of me.

It was right then that he paused, though.

At first I figured it was to make me admit that I wanted him, or something like that.

But then he said it.

The words that stripped away any reservations I might have had.

“We can stop if you want,” he said, voice steeped in desire, but still thinking of me first.

I didn’t stop to think.

My arms lifted, wrapping around the back of his neck as my lips sealed over his.

A low growling noise moved through Crow’s chest, vibrating into my own.

But then his fingers were moving inside of me, and that was all I could seem to focus on as his thumb moved up to find my clit once again, and his lips got harder and hungrier on mine.

My own hands were greedy, sliding down over his shoulders, his arms, then slipping around to his back, gathering up his shirt and pulling.

His lips broke from mine and his hand left me for just long enough to free him of the shirt and cut prison I’d created with my desperate need to feel his skin.

As soon as he shrugged off his shirt, his hand was back inside my panties, fingers inside me, seemingly just as greedy to feel me as I was to feel his.

His lips didn’t claim mine again.

Instead, his gaze stayed on me as my hands started to move over his bare skin, finding more tattoos than I’d been anticipating, even though I’d seen them sneaking up his neck and on his arms. They almost covered him completely, leaving just enough of his skin to let me make out the slopes of his muscles, the delicious dips between them.

My fingertips traced those lines, those dips, watching as the muscles tensed under the inspection.

My hands drifted down his rips toward his waistband, fingers curling into the material as my sex got tighter and tighter, as the need started to climb toward a climax.

“Come, baby,” Crow said, voice deep. “Come around my fingers. Then you can come with my mouth,” he added as my hips started to rock against his palm, impatient for the release that I somehow knew would be more intense than any of the ones I’d been giving myself for years. “Then, if you want, you can come around my cock,” he said.

And something about those delicious words had my sex tightening hard, almost painfully, for a moment before I crashed down into the orgasm that had me crying out. If it were not for his arm around me and the car behind me, I was sure I would have just slid to the ground at the weakness that seemed to overtake me.

Out of control.

That was how I felt.

Yet still somehow completely in control at the same time.

I’d barely recovered from the climax before a growl was moving through Crow’s chest as he pulled away from my hands and lowered down in front of me, hiking up my skirt, then disappearing beneath it.

My panties slid down my legs.

His soft hair teased my thighs.

My stomach tightened. Everything within me tightened.

But not with hesitation.

With expectation.

His hand grabbed the back of my knee, leading it up and over his shoulder.

Then his soft lips were kissing up my inner thigh.

My hands moved down, impatiently gathering my skirt upward, needing to see him even as I felt his breath on the most private part of me.

As soon as I pinned it to my hip and reached to grab the back of his head, his lips were closing around my clit, sucking it into his mouth, damn near blacking out my vision at the intensity of the sensation.

Then his tongue was working me, and I couldn’t do anything but feel, but submit to the overwhelming sensation overtaking my body.

My hands found their way to tangle in his silky hair, holding on as he drove me higher and higher, then pushed me closer and closer to that edge.

Before shoving me over it.

Unprepared.

Completely and utterly breathless at the sensation of free-falling before I crashed back down into my own body, still crying out at the waves of pleasure racking my system.

My hands yanked at his hair, forcing him back up onto his feet.

His eyes were heavy with desire before I pulled him toward me, sealing my lips to his, kissing him with every complicated, amazing, confusing, all-consuming sensation moving through my body.

He kissed me back, demanding more. His teeth nipped. His tongue toyed with mine.

I found my hands wandering again, but this time with more direction, more purpose, slipping down his sides and across his lower stomach.



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