The Hail You Say Read Online Lani Lynn Vale (Hail Raisers #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Funny, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Hail Raisers Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 74379 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 372(@200wpm)___ 298(@250wpm)___ 248(@300wpm)
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I wanted him.

More than my next breath.

“Turn around.”

I shivered at the low, gruff tone.

Before I could comprehend directions—which apparently wasn’t fast enough for his liking—he spun me around and forced me forward.

Directly over the quilt that still covered my mother’s ‘stupid Pottery Barn couch.’

And then he growled.

“Goddammit.”

He’d seen the plug.

Shit, shit, shit.

I started to squirm in discomfort, wanting nothing more than to pull it out and toss it across the room.

“Why?”

I bit my lip.

“Hennessy got it for me,” I whispered.

He grunted out a laugh, and then pressed his jean-clad hips against my ass, pressing hard.

I bit my lip and would’ve looked at him over my shoulder, but my eyes closed when I felt him press lightly on the bottom of the plug with the pad of his thumb.

“How big is the one you’re wearing?” he questioned, his knuckles touching my skin as he placed his fingertips against the base and tugged lightly.

It didn’t move.

My ass had clenched, keeping it inside, causing him to chuckle.

“Not very,” I whispered.

Not big enough to allow you to shove your fat cock into my ass, I thought.

And his cock wasn’t fat, per se, but it was thick. So fucking thick.

Even thinking about it right now, buried deep inside of me, made me shiver in anticipation.

“Hmmm,” he said, this time pulling hard enough that the fat bulb in the middle of the plug slipped out of my ass.

I moaned.

There was no way to prevent it from expelling from my throat. It was a knee-jerk reaction and that reaction of mine caused a reaction from him.

He snarled something under his breath, then pressed me even harder forward.

“Going to make you come everywhere in this house,” he informed me. “Fuck you so hard and long that you scream loud enough for her to hear it all the way in hell.”

I knew he hated my mother.

Hell, I hated my mother.

But I couldn’t even get a reply out before I felt his fingers at my entrance.

I bit my lip as he let one finger slip inside my pussy.

Normally, I would’ve been embarrassed by how wet I was, but with him, it wasn’t the least bit surprising.

I couldn’t control a damn thing around him. My reactions to him were pure, honest, and excessive.

“Goddamn, you feel so good,” he growled.

Then I felt him drop to his knees.

He brushed his mouth down the inside of my thighs, trailing his tongue along the soft skin in a few places.

The anticipation was nearly killing me by the time he was at my sex.

“You smell good,” he informed me. “And taste even better.”

And that’s when his tongue hit my pussy lips.

He wiggled it, piercing my labia with his tongue, and dragged it up before dipping into my sex.

I bit my lip, eyes crossing, as the feel of him doing something I’d been longing for him to do poured through me.

We didn’t get to do this long enough before, and when we were younger, it’d never gotten close to this point. We’d always wanted to, but sometimes we were in such a hurry to get to the good part that we skipped the pre-sex escapades.

And now I was sad that I never knew the perfection of this when we were younger. Although, if I thought about it, I might be a little happy that I didn’t know what I was missing, either.

“Seen thousands of vaginas in my life,” he growled from between my legs. “Yours is by far the most perfect.”

I couldn’t reply to that, either.

Not when I felt him shove the plug back inside of me, working it in and out of my ass while his tongue moved in and out of my pussy.

I started to pant, unsure whether it was okay to come.

Whatever was building inside of my body was going to be big, and I was somewhat scared to feel the wave crash over me.

It wasn’t going to be a small wave, either. It was going to be a freakin’ tsunami.

He didn’t stop with his attentions—the licking, sucking, and pushing—until my legs started to shake with my approaching orgasm.

When he felt that I was about to go, he replaced his tongue with his fingers, filling me up exactly how he knew I needed.

I’d always needed that extra little push, and he’d remembered.

He remembered everything.

“Oh, God.” My knees quivered as my orgasm rolled over me.

Seconds later, I was crying out, burying my face into the couch cushion, and wondering why in the hell we never got to this part of sex back then.

It was fantastic.

“What the hell was that?” I panted, finally opening my eyes and looking at the man over my shoulder.

He got up off his knees and grinned.

I straightened and turned.

Licking my lips, I reached forward and wiped off his beard.

“You’re gonna have to wash that,” I whispered, unsure what to say.

He moved forward and caught me up in his arms.



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