Keys To My Cuffs Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Heroes of Dixie Wardens MC #4)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: The Heroes of The Dixie Wardens MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 72561 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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He was already headed in the direction; the house was small, so it was only a few more short steps and he was in my room with me.

Instead of tossing me down on the bed like I’d expected, he hunched his shoulders, allowing my body to slide sensually against his.

I came to a stop when I was face to face with him.

His hands were cupping my ass, holding me off the ground just by his upper body strength alone, and it was revving my engine big time.

What kind of strength did it take to hold a girl off the ground by at least four inches?

I wasn’t a small girl, either.

I enjoyed my Little Debbie’s and donuts too much.

Sure, I ran; but that was no substitute for eating right, and I sure as hell didn’t.

I was allergic to every vegetable besides potatoes; okay, maybe I’m exaggerating a tad, but I sure as hell didn’t like them.

And here he was, holding my one hundred and fifty pounds off the floor like it weighed little less than a sack of grain.

His eyes were filled with lust and excitement, but in the depths of those pale baby blues was concern and wariness. He was scared of what my reaction to him would be.

I was giving all the ‘fuck me’ signals right now, and he was afraid that if he pushed, I would freak. However, he couldn’t be more wrong.

I wanted him more than I wanted my next cup of coffee. More than I wanted the chocolate fudge cookies sitting on my kitchen counter.

More than I didn’t want him and that was saying something.

Cops, as a whole, were a no-no for me, but my mind, as I said, wasn’t working right today.

Sure, tomorrow I’d probably have my freak out...but right now, I just wanted him more than my next breath.

“Yes,” I answered his unspoken question.

With that cleared up, he started ripping my clothes off.

First, my shirt was yanked over my head; then my spandex capri pants were yanked down my legs, along with my underwear.

Then my bra was yanked roughly down, and I was pushed backwards on the bed.

“I’ve wanted to lick this pretty pussy since I saw it last night. Jesus Christ, you sure do know how to tease,” he growled against my stomach.

Then he descended, and rocked my world.

His talented tongue was put to use once again as he dove straight for gold. He shoved his stiffened tongue into my wet center, allowing his nose to work the swollen nub of my clit.

My hands clawed desperately for something to hold on to. They found not his hair, but the chain around his neck, and I pulled.

He growled. The sound vibrating up my sensitive folds to center along the hyper sensitized bud, and I started climbing.

Sensing my need, he snaked his hands up the inside of my thighs.

One held the lips of my sex open, while the other went to my entrance, and two fingers lodged deeply inside of me, making my body arch.

A scream lodged in my throat, and my body bowed.

There was something so sexy about him. He was so utterly focused on me, keeping his mouth firmly occupied with my flesh, instead of talking in general. I found it wholly captivating.

Loki’s attention to detail was exquisite.

My hips ground against his thrusting fingers, and I worked my hips in time with his thrusts.

Two fingers turned to three, and my release hit me like a 900-pound hammer. It slammed into me so hard that I physically jolted, causing his fingers to enter me so hard that I screamed in pleasure.

My core clamped down on those fingers, and I gasped for air as the orgasm tore through me, obliterating every single goddamned wall I’d ever put up to protect myself.

“God,” Loki said.

I opened my eyes, unaware that I’d even closed them, and gasped once again at the look in his eyes.

His fingers slipped from my pussy with a wet sound, and he lifted them to his mouth, licking every one clean. Individually. Slowly.

I moaned.

Then he started stripping his clothes.

First his shirt, then his belt.

His belt hit the bedside table with a thump, and I froze at the sound of his heavy gun hitting the wood of the table.

But he quickly recaptured my attention when he started unbuttoning his black pants before letting them fall to the ground.

He wasn’t wearing underwear.

Or if he was, he took them off at the same time, because as soon as his dick cleared the confines, he sprung free.

His dick was large, thick, and pulsating.

The crown was thick and purple, and the shaft was a ruddy red with thick, pulsing veins running up the length.

It looked mean and angry, and I longed to get my lips around it.

He, on the other hand, had other ideas.

With a quick flick, he opened his wallet, stuck his finger in between the folds, and removed a black foiled packet, which he tore open with his teeth.

He blew the piece of foil he’d ripped off the package away with a quick breath, and used his nimble fingers to remove the circle of latex from its sheath. Quickly, he rolled it on in jerky, stiff movements. He had to stop and start over twice as he looked at me, but my eyes were all for his big dick.

Finally getting it on correctly, he stalked towards the bed, and crawled up between my thighs, giving me most of his weight.

His neck was at my eye level, and his cock was lined up with my wet slit.

He rocked back and forth slowly, allowing the length of him to become coated in my juices.

Moving my eyes from the thin white line around his neck to his eyes, I found them staring at me in question.

With a nod of my head, he withdrew until the meaty head of his cock was lined up with my entrance.

With a slow push, he started entering me.

Once he got an inch in, he slowly pulled back and then started forging forward again.

He repeated this four more times until he was seated fully inside of me.



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