The Heir (Silver Spoon MC #4) Read Online Loni Ree, Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Insta-Love, MC, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Loni Ree
Series: Silver Spoon MC Series by Nichole Rose
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39033 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
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Knowing he's as affected by me as I am by him bolsters my confidence. It makes me feel alive in a way I never have before. It makes me feel womanly in a way I never expected. With Andreas, I'm not just a curvy nineteen-year-old girl. I'm a powerful, desirable woman. One this man finds irresistible.

"Maybe," I say, sliding out of my seat and swaying toward him.

He reaches for me, pulling me down to straddle his lap. I twine my arms around his neck, groaning when he spreads his legs apart slightly to force my dress up higher on my thighs. I know he can see my panties. I think that was his entire plan.

"Maybe what, little one?" he rasps in my ear, his hands like vises around my hips. He's panting like he's out of breath, his eyes on fire. God, he's so damn sexy like this.

"Maybe I won't have to touch myself when it's over," I whisper.

"Fucking Christ," he growls, his grip tightening on me. He sits perfectly still.

For a minute, I think maybe I pushed too far and asked for too much. He's really not going to touch me at all until I agree to give him forever. Part of me wants to cry out in disappointment. The other part thrills that he wants forever so fiercely that he's willing to deny himself even a taste of pleasure to get it.

"You want me to touch you, little one?" he asks then.

"Yes," I sob, relief and need crashing together, creating a harmonic that feeds off one another. "I need you, Andreas."

He groans my name, yanking me forward. I fall into his chest, landing with his lips against mine. He kisses me like he plans to steal my soul and claim it as his own. It's hot and heavy and dark. God, he's so good at kissing me breathless. I don't just submit to him. I give myself over to him entirely, letting him consume me.

"Oh!" I cry, sobbing into his mouth when he plunges one hand between us, deftly pulling my panties to the side. Part of the fabric tears. His thumb parts my bare slit. I'm already dripping wet for him, pleading for release. I've been that way since he kissed me once Autumn finished my makeover.

"Fuck," he groans. "Are you hurting for me?"

"S-s-so bad!"

"Show me," he demands. "Ride my hand."

I have no idea how to do that, but I'm willing to figure it out in the name of science. And orgasms, of courses. I shift on his lap, trying to plant my legs against the seat to give myself a little leverage. Between his height and my dress, it's virtually impossible.

"Use me, little one," he says. "Hold onto my shoulders and rock your hips. I won't let you fall."

I do as instructed, gripping onto his shoulders and rocking my hips.

"Good girl," he croons.

And oh. Is that supposed to make my stomach clench and quiver? I'm not sure, but I like the way he says it like I'm pleasing him even though he's the one touching me.

"Andreas," I gasp. Touching myself with him watching was intense, but this is an entirely new level of pleasure. His hand between my legs feels so much better than mine. He knows exactly where to touch me and how to touch me to send shards of pleasure dancing through my veins. If the limo driver can hear us through the privacy screen, he's hearing an awful lot right now.

"Do you have any idea how hard you make it to keep my dick out of you?" Andreas rasps, his voice like smoke. One thick finger teases at my entrance before gently slipping inside.

"No," I moan, riding his hand like my life depends on it.

"I'm hard every fucking minute of the day since I met you," he growls, rolling his thumb over my clit. I'm so wet, there's no hiding the sounds my body makes as I rock against his hand. "I want to plant my kid in you more than I want my next breath. I should be ashamed of myself for how badly I want to tie you to me." He presses his face against my chest, running his lips along the cleavage that spills from the top of my dress. He nips my skin between his teeth.

I cry out, lifting up and then falling back down. He curls his finger up, touching some spot inside that connects to every nerve ending in my body. They all light up at once, firing, firing, firing. I explode apart at the seams, shattering into a thousand tiny pieces. I spin and twist and roll through a fog of ecstasy, whimpering his name.

He holds me through it, sheltering me in his strong arms. "Good girl," he breathes against my ear, dropping kisses into my hair. "Ride it out, little one."



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