Fergus – Irish Mafia Shifter (Boston Bear Brothers #1) Read Online Sky Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Mafia, Paranormal, Romance, Shape Shifters Tags Authors: Series: Boston Bear Brothers Series by Sky Winters
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 54814 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 274(@200wpm)___ 219(@250wpm)___ 183(@300wpm)
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The feeling of helplessness as she lay there, unable to move, was a bigger turn-on than she could have ever anticipated. It was odd that Ciaron could have been into the things he was into, and yet their sex was so vanilla. In fact, it was downright boring if she were honest. She had chalked it up to no one being perfect, and she had thought he made her happy enough in other respects that it wasn’t important. Now, she realized just how wrong she’d been about everything.

Fergus positioned himself above her and brought his mouth down to one of her breasts, licking her nipple slowly before sucking it into his mouth and biting down, not hard, but firmly enough to cause her to gasp. Her pussy felt like it was vibrating with excitement; a combination of sex with a stranger and her captor was beyond erotic. She could feel his erection pressing into her belly as he sucked and bit at her nipples, his hand moving between her legs and slipping inside her.

He was rough as he finger fucked her, but she found that she was enjoying it. She wanted him to kiss her, but he didn’t seem inclined, instead focusing on her body and getting her ready to receive what she had asked for from him. It wasn’t soft or romantic, but it was hot in a way she’d never experienced before. She wanted to touch him and couldn’t. Why hadn’t she let him take off the ties first?

Still, there was something about being immobile, being used just for sex. No feelings, no connection, just raw sex for the sake of getting off. She watched him as he raised his powerful body, letting her breast slip free of his mouth and positioning himself above her. A single thrust of his hips caused her to cry out in an involuntary scream, his massive cock splitting her open.

She bit her lip as he sank deep inside her and then gently pulled free of her again, each stroke slow and deliberate. Her warm pink walls tried to cling to his cock as he pulled back, working to hold him in and enjoying the friction when they failed. Soon, he was rocking back and forth into her, fucking her harder and faster, driving so deeply inside her that it felt like he might leave a hole before he was done.

It was painful because he was so big and she was so tight, but it eased as the heat between their bodies increased, and she was enjoying the sensation. There truly was a fine line between pleasure and pain, and sometimes it was so thin, you stumbled back and forth across it in a state of rapture.

She couldn’t be quiet as she usually was during sex. Not with him. Instead, the room was filled with a symphony of her cries of pleasure as he fucked her. She might not have arrived here a virgin, but she was still experiencing what it really meant to be fucked for the first time. Her howls coincided with his thrusts, a volcano of lava building inside her until she exploded in gushes of hot, sticky climax.

“Thatagirl. Keep coming. I can fuck you for hours,” he groaned, not letting up.

It was no exaggeration. Nearly an hour later, she lost count of how many times her body had convulsed into earthshattering orgasms, and he was still going strong. She was sore and wet, her thighs sticky with her own cum. He began to slow, easing in and out of her again as a low growl filled the back of his throat. Somehow, it sounded eerily familiar, but she had no idea why.

Plunging into her with one final stroke, his climax gushed through her core in heated spurts and spilled down the sides of her pussy walls to mix with the juices already clinging to her thighs. He climbed off of her, reaching up and untying the knots that held her wrists to the bed and then walking to the end of the bed to do the same.

Then he just left her there, locking the door from the outside. She lay there feeling used and trying to decide how she felt about that. Could she really say anything when she was the one that asked for it?

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

Fergus

Fergus stood looking into the mirror on the dresser in his room. He shouldn’t have done that. Yeah, she had given him permission, but he should have said no. He tried to tell himself that it was just because she was so damned hot, but was that really the truth? Had it been a matter of animal attraction or had he done it to spite Ciaron? It wasn’t that he had any qualms about fucking an enemy’s woman, but this one felt different.

He’d hurt her earlier with the photos, he’d seen it in her eyes, and she’d fucked him out of despair. It didn’t mean much for him beyond she was fucking tight and felt amazing, but she’d have to live with the knowledge that she had willingly let herself be fucked by someone she thought of as a “monster.”



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