Pretty Daring Read online Jessa Kane (Rags to Riches #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Rags to Riches Series by Jessa Kane
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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Furthermore, I can sense that Ezra is still shaken up over seeing me being dragged by another man by my hair. The sounds and movements he makes are desperate, cut with residual rage. I want to reassure him. I want to make him secure in the knowledge that he’s the only one who’ll ever be allowed to touch me. I want to make Ezra my master in the eyes of every single man alive…starting with Wagner.

“You’re so big,” I breathe, leaning back and riding up with slow undulations of my hips. “I’ll never be able to fit it all.”

Ezra’s strong throat is exposed when his head falls back on a masculine moan. “This clown didn’t know you’ve been getting twelve fat inches, did he, princess?” He catches my chin and tilts my face up. “Maybe he needs to be told.”

Arching, I drop my head all the way back so I’m looking Wagner right in his red, scandalized face. “My man took my virginity with his twelve big inches.” I punch my hips forward on those three final words, squeezing my inner walls around Ezra’s shaft and he grits out a curse in response. “He feels so good inside me.”

Ezra twists a hand in my tank top and yanks me back up, bruising my mouth with a wet, groaning kiss. He lands a sharp spanking on my buttocks, then jiggles the flesh of my right cheek. “You’re not man enough for this,” he rasps at Wagner, but he’s staring at my mouth. “No one’s ever going to get his come inside this pussy but Ezra. Isn’t that right, princess?”

“Yes,” I manage, gasping when Ezra reclines back and starts to pump his cock up into me—fastfastfast—wet, slapping sounds filling the room. “Ezra, oh my God. Ezra!”

His thumb finds that sensitive button between my thighs, playing with it, and his upthrusts grow even more ferocious, lifting me off the ground so I’m bouncing up and down on his lap, flying up several inches and slapping down, impaled on his meaty erection. I feel unexpectedly naughty knowing we have an audience watching me get possessed with such force. I can feel Wagner’s eyes on us, observing me from behind, seeing every veiny inch of Ezra’s cock slide into my pink opening—and it makes me come.

I come with such intensity, my scream hurts my own ears and I feel the flood of moisture traveling down Ezra’s flesh, dripping on his lap and corded stomach, into his pubic hair. My throat muscles strain and I shake with a violence I didn’t know my body was capable of. Before I know what’s happening, Ezra pins me down on my back and slams his cock into me, again, again, again, the top of my head coming within an inch of Wagner’s thigh with every thrust. “My tight, little fuck toy,” he bellows at Wagner. “Not yours. Not anyone’s. Mine.”

Ezra’s jaw slackens and a hot flood releases inside me. Above me, his muscles shudder with the onslaught of pleasure and his hips pump and pump, sending fluids splashing in every direction on Wagner’s floor.

“Ophelia,” he pushes through clenched teeth, finally dropping down on top of me and laying kisses on my face, neck and hair. “Ah, princess. I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I whisper, my heart in my throat. “Let’s go home.”

Ezra

When I carry Ophelia into her father’s office twenty minutes later, he shoots to his feet behind his desk, slamming the phone into its cradle. “Ophelia,” he fumes. “I should have known when you didn’t come home or answer your phone that you were with this thug.”

“This thug just saved me from making a huge mistake.”

She pats me on the chest until I set her down, though I’m having a really hard time taking my hands off of her, even for a second.

Her father frowns. “What are you talking about?”

“She’s talking about your business partner,” I grind out. “He’s been blackmailing her in exchange for…”

I grow livid all over again and have to garner all my willpower to keep myself from plowing a fist through the closest wall. Fuck. If I hadn’t seen her across the street, I don’t even want to think about what might have happened. That piece of shit was prepared to take Ophelia against her will and I’ll be having nightmares about it for the rest of my life.

“In exchange for what?” Ophelia’s father demands. “What are you talking about?”

Unable to help myself, I approach the desk and slam a fist down onto the antique wood. “In exchange for her. In his bed.” Needing to touch my girl and make sure she’s okay, I turn and pull her into my arms, becoming whole again when she snuggles into my hold. “He knows about the bribe you laid down to get her into Princeton. He threatened to ruin you unless she gave in.”



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