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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First order of business. I need to get between her thighs. She’s rubbing them together and biting that lip. Might as well be waving a red flag in front of a bull.

Who is this girl?

Why is she affecting me like this?

If I don’t get my nut off inside you, they might as well put me back in prison because I’m going to lose my mind.

That’s the last thing I said to this goddess and she’s understandably shocked. Join the club, baby. I’ve never needed anything as bad in my life as I need to touch her. There’s something about her that tells me she’s going to bring trouble back into my life when the plan was to leave it behind. There is nothing that can stop me from hungering for her, though. Nothing can stop me from wrapping a light hand around her slim throat and rubbing my thumb in circles around her delicate hollow.

“You this soft and smooth everywhere else, too?”

“No,” she whispers, shifting. “Everyone says I have a hard head.”

A crack of laughter leaves me. There’s something about this girl. She’s making my pulse beat in a new way. I thought my heart was dead after so long inside those concrete walls, but every moment being around her revives me a little more. Maybe it’s the life that crackles inside of her. The fact that she hasn’t run away from me, even though I’m a scary motherfucker. She isn’t just beautiful, she’s brave. Or reckless. All of it—all of her—calls to me. “I want to know all about that hard head, but I need you to lie down and open your thighs for me first.”

Her mouth forms an O. “Is that a normal way to speak to someone?”

“Don’t know.” I press my thumb to her jugular and watch her pupils dilate. “Nothing normal about how bad I need to ride you.”

Her exhale rushes out over my wrist. “A-and what happens after that?”

“Then…” I slide my hand up and grip her jaw. “Then I’m guessing I apologize for being so rough on that princess pussy, clean you up and do it all over again.” A crazy thought occurs to me. “You’re not a virgin, are you?”

“No? Me? No.” She laughs. “Of course not.”

I’m not going to lie, I love the idea of being this girl’s first, but I’m too worked up to show the kind of finesse a virgin needs. I’m fitting to tear into this girl like a dog with a meaty bone. I’ve got pre-come trickling down the inside of my leg and my balls are aching something fierce. I don’t think I’ve been this hungry for sex a day in my life. It’s her. She’s doing this to me. I need to get my cock buried in her tempting package of a body before I bust in my jeans just from looking at her. “I’ve been in the pen for a long time, little girl. I’m sure men trip all over themselves trying to get a date with you—and here I am, begging to fuck when we just met. But I’ve got no choice.” I put my mouth against hers and taste her sweet breath. “You’ve got me hurting so bad, princess. You have to cure me.”

After a minute, she nods and my hands move on their own. One second, she’s standing in front of me, the next she’s flat on her back on my mother’s couch, bouncing from the impact of being thrown down. There’s no mistaking how tight her cunt is going to be. Not when she’s blushing like a schoolgirl and that tiny strip of pink material between her legs covers her entire pussy. I have no business trying to wedge my cock inside a girl half my size—and I’m starting to feel like a bastard for what I have to do—but then she sits up and strips the see-through cover up over her head, letting it drop to the floor.

“I can see how badly you’re hurting,” she whispers, her eyebrows drawing together, almost as if she’s puzzled. “I-I don’t like it. I don’t like you hurting.”

She’s my soul mate.

I know it in this moment.

I’ve never believed in that shit until now, but the closer I get to where she lies on the couch, the tighter my heart wraps around my jugular. I’m being propelled toward her by a magnetic force and she must feel it, too. It’s what makes her brave enough to lie down for a man who looks like he’d kill with his bare hands. “You don’t want me to hurt, princess?”

“No.” She shakes her head slowly and holds her arms up to beckon me closer. “I can’t explain it but…your pain is making me hurt, too.”

Needing—craving—her naked skin against mine, I unzip my jeans with shaking hands. Not wanting to scare her, I leave my cock tucked inside its denim prison and strip off my shirt, watching her pupils expand, her toes curling into the couch cushions. “I know I look scary.”



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