The Lawyer (Silver Spoon MC #6) 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: 27
Estimated words: 24334 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
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"Are you wearing panties under that pretty dress, princess?" he asks, leaning up against the door. His blue eyes rake over me, hot and wild.

"Yes."

"Lose them."

My pulse skitters off beat.

"Now."

I immediately reach beneath my dress, tugging them down my legs and then stepping out of them. They're already damp. I'm already soaked. That's no surprise. All he has to do is look at me and I'm wet.

"Hands on the desk," he growls. "Ass in the air."

I moan softly, scurrying to obey. My breath rasps in my throat, my heart pounding against my breastbone. I feel his eyes on me, but he doesn't move yet. He makes me wait. Lets the anticipation build until I'm squirming.

"You've been misbehaving again, princess," he says, stalking toward me.

"I'm sorry, daddy," I whimper.

"Are you?"

"No."

His hand curves around my hip, pulling my dress up. "Didn't think so," he says, chuckling. "That's why daddy has to punish you, princess."

"Daddy," I whine. The cool air in the room brushes across my ass, followed by the palm of his hand. I writhe in anticipation.

"Good girls don't crawl through their daddy's windows, princess," he growls.

"No," I gasp. "The best girls do."

"Fuck." His hand comes down on my ass in a sharp smack.

I bite my lip to stifle my cry of pleasure.

He swats my other cheek and then shoves his hand between my legs to play with me. "You drive your daddy crazy, princess," he says, biting the shell of my ear. "I can't fucking resist you when you say things like that and you know it."

"You love it," I moan, rocking back against his hand.

"God, yeah, I do."

"I needed you, daddy."

"You missed me?"

"So bad," I sob.

"You need your daddy's cock, princess?"

"Yes!"

I don't have to say it twice. The next thing I know, he's inside me, yanking me back on his cock. I can't quiet my cry this time. I shout his name into the room, already so close to the edge. With him, it doesn't take much to get me there.

He covers my mouth with his hand to keep me quiet, fucking me hard and deep. His grunts and soft curses are my favorite song. I rock back against him, taking him to the hilt again and again. It's quick and dirty and still so full of love.

"Soak daddy's dick, baby doll," he growls in my ear. "Get it nice and sloppy so you can lick it clean later like the best little girls do."

I cry out against his hand, my inner muscles clamping down on him.

"Yeah, I knew you'd like that, princess."

I do. God help me, I do.

"Come with me," he whispers, nuzzling his face into my throat. "Give it to daddy."

My body bows over the desk as my orgasm hits, waves crashing through me. They submerge me completely, drowning me in bliss. In him. I let them carry me away, floating in ecstasy as he grunts my name and then stills, spilling into me.

"I love you," he whispers when it's over, his lips at my ear.

"I love you too, daddy." I groan, trying to stand upright, but my legs are all wobbly.

"Steady, baby doll," he says. "Let me clean you up."

I wait patiently for him to clean me up, only to groan when I see him carrying my panties toward me. "Daddy," I protest, even as my stomach quivers in delight.

He arches a brow. "You know the punishment for lying to me, princess," he says. "You'll wear your wet panties to remind you that good girls tell their daddies the truth."

"Yes, daddy," I whisper.

He cleans me up with my panties and then helps me step into them, pulling them up my legs. They're soaked with my juices and his cum. Which is exactly what he likes. I'll never tell him, but so do I. Pretending I don't is part of our game.

"Come here," he says, pulling me into his arms.

I snuggle in with a happy sigh.

"You gotta stop crawling through the window, baby doll," he says, rubbing my belly. "My little girl is in here."

"Your little girl is the reason I almost didn't fit through the window this time," I pout.

"You're perfect, Devin," he growls. "Don't you ever think otherwise."

"Okay," I agree, knowing he means it. In his eyes, I am perfect. It's hard to be upset about getting bigger when he looks at me like I'm pure magic the whole time I'm pregnant. I don't have to ask to know he thinks I'm beautiful. It's written all over his face.

"Are you sleepy, baby doll?"

"A little bit," I say.

"Why don't you nap for a little while?" He scoops me up into his arms, carrying me across to the bed. "I'll watch Dylan until your brother gets here with the boys."

"Are you sure?" I run my hands through his hair. "Aren't you tired?" He's the one who drove to Houston well before dawn just so he could drive back to be here in time for the party today. It's Cash's birthday. He didn't want to miss it. He wanted to come back to the house, but I convinced him to come here instead so he could get some sleep. It made more sense than making him get up even earlier to get ready to come here.



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