Me, Please Read online Bella Jewel (Iron Fury MC #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Crime, Dark, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Iron Fury MC Series by Bella Jewel
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 74022 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 370(@200wpm)___ 296(@250wpm)___ 247(@300wpm)
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Every inch of it.

“Fuck me, you’re stunning.”

I swallow and reach around to unclip my bra. He watches in hooded fascination as I remove it, exposing my breasts. A husky growl leaves his throat and he’s standing before I know it, leaning down for me, grabbing hold of me and launching me up into his arms.

I’ve always wanted to be fucked like this.

But nobody has ever done it.

Boston holds me like I weigh absolutely nothing.

Nothing at all.

And I know, for a fact, that I’m a curvy girl so I’m not overly light.

His hands grip my ass, my legs curl around his waist, and he turns us, walking over until I’m backed against a wall. He doesn’t put me down. He releases one hand and jerks his jeans down, and I want to look, but I don’t want to move, because he feels incredibly good wrapped around me. His big, powerful body making me feel like a virgin, curious about what’s going to happen, safe and protected.

I need him.

“Don’t have a condom,” he growls.

“I’m protected,” I whisper. “And I’m clean.”

“Clean, too.”

Do I trust that?

His cock nudges my panties and his hand finds its place against my ass again. I swallow, looking into his eyes.

“Not a liar, lady,” he murmurs. “Promise you, I’m clean.”

I believe him.

Because, well, that club. They’re all good. Good, solid men. And Boston is one of them.

“Okay,” I whisper. “Are you going to fuck me now? I can’t wait a second longer.”

He reaches down between us and takes my panties by the side, and with one, swift motion, tears them off. He tears them as if they’re made of nothing more than flimsy paper. I bite my lip and stare at him—that was so incredibly fucking hot. He tosses the torn panties to the side and his fingers go between us, finding my slit and sliding directly up, through the wetness and to my clit.

I whimper and curl my arms around his neck, bringing my mouth closer until I find his lips again. His fingers work me over gently, massaging my clit until I’m panting against his mouth, my fingers curled into his hair at the back of his head. I tug slightly and he growls, removing his fingers from my pussy and slapping my ass.

Then his cock is back.

And I want nothing more than for it to be inside me. Deep and fucking hard.

“Fuck me,” I plead. “Please, Boston.”

“Fuck, say that again.”

“Which part?” I gasp as he lowers me a little and the tip of his cock presses against my entrance, lodging in place, ready to slide in.

“Beg me.”

“Please baby,” I mewl, clutching his hair so tightly it must hurt, but he doesn’t even flinch.

“Fuck,” he hisses and then thrusts upward.

My entire world stops.

I notice two things straight away.

Boston is fucking thick, and he’s pierced.

I know this, because I can feel the rings in his cock slide into my pussy.

I stretch and burn around him, not sure I’ve ever felt anything like it before. It’s a delicious mix of pleasure and pain, and I feel so full that I wiggle my bottom from side to side to try and loosen the full space.

“Keep wigglin’ like that, and I’ll cum before I’ve had the chance to fuck you.”

I stop wiggling, arching my back, and holding my breath as he drags his cock out and then slams it back in. And then he’s fucking me.

And good lord.

There are moments in your life you’ll never forget.

Losing your virginity, definitely.

Your first boyfriend.

The firsts for everything.

But being fucked against a wall by a powerful and strong man, his big arms closed around you, his body using yours almost like a toy to bring him pleasure, his panting breaths against your lips, his muscles bulging ... That is something you will never, ever, not-fucking-ever forget.

I moan as I loosen just a little around him, letting his cock slide deeper. The pain slowly merges into pleasure, a pleasure I’ve not felt before. I’ve always had to use my fingers to stimulate my clit to get myself to cum during sex. But this is something else. The way he’s working his hips, the parts of me his cock is touching, the way his body is turning me on, has me feeling something I’ve not experienced before.

“Boston,” I whimper, clutching his shoulders. “I think I’m going to cum ...”

His head, which was buried in my shoulder, lips kissing my neck, pulls back and he stares at me, slowing his thrusts, dragging his cock in and out and making it feel that much better. “You think?” he rasps, his voice gravelly. “What do you mean you think?”

“I’ve never ... not just from sex but I think, oh god, yes ...” I can’t even finish my sentence, because the pleasure is building, my pussy feels tight and like it’s constricting around his cock.



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