Donovan (Golden Glades Henchmen MC #6) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Crime, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Golden Glades Henchmen MC Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76821 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
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Her breathing was coming faster then, her breasts straining against the material of the towel.

My hand shifted up, grabbing the little tuck, and flicking it free.

I think I surprised her because she didn’t even bother reaching for it. She just let it fall away, exposing her completely to my greedy gaze.

She was all soft curves, a flare of hip, generous breasts, a hint of softness to her belly, and rounded thighs.

“Fuck,” I hissed, my hand moving out sliding over her hip, pulling her closer still. Right between my spread legs. “You’re beautiful,” I told her as my fingers started to stroke upward.

A tremble moved through her as my fingers danced over her soft skin, still warm from the shower, and smelling something like a damn creamsicle. Definitely good enough to eat.

My hand moved up, teasing over the swell of her breast, feeling her body tremble slightly at the touch.

Encouraged, my fingers teased over her quickly-hardening nipple until it was budded enough that I could roll it between my fingers, getting a little whimpering noise to burst from her.

I placed my casted hand on her other hip, pulling her until she couldn’t move any more forward.

Then I leaned up and forward, sucking one of her nipples into my mouth, feeling her whole body jolt at the sensation as I sucked and licked, then moved across her chest to continue the torment.

My hand moved down, running over her ribs, her hip, then down her thigh until I could snag the back of her knee, yanking up as I sat back slightly to look up at her as I pulled her leg up, then placed it wide on the bed, opening her up to me.

I could see the heat, the hunger, the need in her gaze before I ducked my head and ran my tongue up her pussy.

Her hands slapped down on my shoulders, fingers digging in as my tongue found her clit and started to work it in circular motions.

And, fuck, if she wasn’t the sweetest thing I’d tasted in ages.

It wasn’t long before her legs were shaking, leaving me to sink one hand into her ass, pulling her with me as I carefully lowered down, the pain in my ribs dulled by the desire flooding my system as Maeve hovered above my face.

“Sit,” I demanded, yanking her down so I could taste her again.

My fingers slipped inside of her, turning, then sliding against her G-spot in tiny motions as I continued to work her clit with my tongue.

It wasn’t long before her hips were rocking against me, and her little mewling sounds became quiet moans.

“Donovan, I…” she started, her breath catching. “Everyone is…” she tried again, trying to object, knowing the orgasm was going to be a big one, that she wasn’t going to be able to be quiet.

I didn’t give a single fuck about everyone one room away.

The whole goddamn neighborhood could hear her come for all I cared.

So I didn’t slow.

I damn sure didn’t stop.

I worked her right up to that edge, feeling her pussy clenching my fingers tight, then kept going until her whole body shuddered and her cries filled my ears.

She fell forward after, her body folded over my head as she tried to even out her ragged breathing.

Fuck, did I want to drag her down, yank out my throbbing cock, and have her tight pussy slide down my thick length.

The only thing holding me back was the fact that Booker was probably pulling up or already here. And respecting the man too much to fuck around with his time.

So I patted her ass, which seemed to pull her back to the moment, and she quickly fell down to my side, curling up on her side as she continued to try to even out her breathing.

Her gaze lifted, looking at me, then quickly away.

“Hey,” I called, then waited until she mustered the confidence to look at me. “You done avoiding me?” I asked.

“I haven’t…” she started to object, then realized how weak of a lie it would be, and let it trail off. “I don’t know,” she admitted instead, shrugging a delicate shoulder.

“You know what you’re doing, right?” I asked, watching her brows pinch.

“What?”

“Denying yourself the ability to ride my face anytime you want… for no damn good reason,” I added, watching her wide-eyed gaze shoot to mine, taking in my smirk, which made a small one pull at her lips even as her gaze slid away again.

“You’re injured,” she insisted.

“Sweetheart, not a damn thing wrong with my mouth.”

With that, knowing I couldn’t push her too far, or she was probably going to pull more tightly into herself, I carefully folded back up, climbed off the bed, and made my way to the door.

She came out all of three minutes later, dressed in her usual jean shorts and a tee that was loose enough to leave everything to the imagination. She’d even quickly pulled her wet hair back into its usual braid.



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