Hard Luck (St. Louis Mavericks #4) Read Online Brenda Rothert

Categories Genre: Angst, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: St. Louis Mavericks Series by Brenda Rothert
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 70518 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 353(@200wpm)___ 282(@250wpm)___ 235(@300wpm)
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I dipped my head, fastening my lips to hers as I cupped her breasts in my hands. She still tasted vaguely of the wine she’d had earlier, and I slid my mouth along the curve of her neck. Her head fell back and my gaze followed the long golden hair that tumbled around us. God, she was beautiful. How had I gotten so lucky to find a woman like Lucy?

“You make me so hard,” I growled against her throat.

“You make me so wet,” she panted.

Her eyes burned with arousal as she ran her hands down my torso. My shirt was still on, though mostly unbuttoned, and she hurriedly unfastened the remaining ones, finally pushing the fabric off my shoulders. She ran warm, wet lips across my collarbone, sliding them down to my nipples. When she grazed her teeth back and forth across one, my erection strained against my slacks and boxers.

“I need you inside me, Kon,” she said.

“Then I need you naked,” I said, reaching around to unhook her bra. Somewhere along the way she’d lost her shoes, so now all that was left were those incredible leather pants that hugged her gorgeous figure. I slid them down her hips slowly, my body practically combusting when I saw she wore no panties beneath.

“Look at how sexy you are,” I breathed, sliding a finger between her folds and slowly pressing the tip inside of her. “And very, very wet.”

“I’ve been thinking about this for days.” Her breath hitched as I pushed my middle finger all the way in and curved it slightly. I moved in and out a few times before slowly pulling it free and sliding it into my mouth, licking it clean.

“You taste much better than dessert.”

“I believe you promised me a ride earlier,” she moaned, her eyes never leaving my mouth.

“Yes, I did.”

I peeled her pants the rest of the way down and then took care of my own clothes before settling on my back. Holding my hands for support, she straddled my hips and guided herself over my cock. I handed her a condom and our eyes locked as she rolled it over my aching shaft.

“Such a big boy,” she whispered, closing her eyes and sinking down all the way.

We both groaned as she bottomed out.

“God, that feels so fucking good,” she said, rolling her hips back and forth, as if testing out what felt the best.

“Look at me when I’m inside of you,” I said in a gruff voice. “Then fuck yourself on my cock.”

Her blue eyes blinked open, her lips parted, and that glorious hair fell forward. Her perfect tits bounced as she moved up and down, and I couldn’t do anything but go along for the ride because she was in control.

I loved the way she was setting the pace, taking what she wanted and giving me what I needed without even realizing it. It was like we’d been together much longer than we had, and I never wanted this to end. Her tight, wet heat had me fucking mesmerized, and as she picked up speed, there was nothing I could do but hold on and follow her lead.

“K-Konstantin!” Her voice was a cross between a pant and a moan, my name stuttering out of her just as her face contorted and my own world went white. We crashed together, her pussy squeezing my cock like it belonged to her, and I held her down as I exploded inside of her.

It was loud and messy and absolutely fucking gorgeous.

Just like her.

“Beautiful Lucy.” I reached up, pulling her down so the side of her face was on my chest. “That was incredible.”

“I thought so too.” She sighed, the long, lazy sound of a very satisfied woman.

And fuck if it didn’t get me hard all over again knowing I’d done that to her.

We laid lay there for a long time, our bodies wound together, my hands slowly trailing over her skin. I wanted to get up, dispose of the condom, clean up a little so we could be more comfortable, but I didn’t want to move. She felt magnificent, my cock still at half-mast and tucked inside her warm heat. Her hair tickled my arms and she kept pressing light kisses on my chest.

“How can you still be hard?” she murmured after about fifteen minutes.

“I’m not still hard,” I explained with a laugh. “I’m hard again.”

“What are you, seventeen?” she teased.

“I warned you tomorrow you would be sore.”

“I’m looking forward to it.” She nestled deeper against me. “I’ve never met anyone like you, Kon.”

“And I have never met anyone like you.” I gently grabbed a fistful of her hair and tugged just hard enough to force her to look at me. “This is why I don’t want you to leave.”

“What?” She seemed confused.

“I don’t want you to go anywhere. To Europe or wherever you feel you have to hide from Nate. I like you. More than I have liked anyone in a long time. This is why I’d like to explain about Svetlana. My past. So you understand who I am and where I come from. And then maybe we can talk about us.”



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