Lost Rhodes (Billionaire Brothers #2) Read Online Aliyah Burke

Categories Genre: Alpha Male Tags Authors: Series: Billionaire Brothers Series by Aliyah Burke
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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35001 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 175(@200wpm)___ 140(@250wpm)___ 117(@300wpm)
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Her scent filled the air, heavy and heady. It made his mouth water and crave more.

At her waistband he curved his fingers around the top and tugged. Iris lifted her hips so he could slide her pants over her ass. Bradford placed small kisses and licks against her exposed skin, even though he couldn’t see a damn thing.

He didn’t need to, he could find his way over a woman’s body in the dark. And this woman’s he would love to explore. He did, however, want to see her.

Later he would make sure he had the opportunity. Kissing his way down her thighs, he smiled against the firm flesh as her nails dug into his scalp. When he reached her knees, he placed a small nip to the inside of each and moved back up her other leg. He brushed his nose over the smooth material of her panties.

Plain? Fancy?

He wanted to see her undergarments. More than that, he wanted her taste coating his tongue. Settling between her legs, his shoulders keeping them spread, he bent closer to her, inhaling deep.

Pushing his hands under her ass, he palmed her and hooked his fingers into the waistband of the cotton separating him from where he wanted his mouth.

“You fucking smell delicious.”

Bradford didn’t know how much she could hear from him given he was under the blankets. But he guessed she got some of it from the way her fingers tugged on his hair.

“And you’re wet. I fucking did this to you, didn’t I, beautiful?”

Her moan wasn’t enough for him. He nipped along the edge of her panties.

“Tell me,” he commanded.

“Yes,” she groaned, hips bucking.

“Yes what?” Damn it, he needed the words.

“Bradford.”

Sweet Jesus, her voice was like electrical pulses through his body, but it wasn’t enough.

He breathed her in again, his cock pushing hard against the material of his boxers. Her grip tightened in his hair, and she shifted on the bedding below them.

“All you need to do is tell me what I want to hear.”

“This is all because of you.”

“What is?”

“How fucking wet I am, and are you going to do anything about this state you’ve put me in?”

Was he?

Fuck yes!

He covered her pussy with his mouth and sucked.

“Jesus Christ!”

Bradford slid his hands from her ass to her thighs, anchoring her so she couldn’t squirm away. It didn’t matter to him that her panty material was between him and her pussy, he sucked her clit into his mouth, reveling in her moans that rose with each tug he gave.

More.

He wanted more. With his teeth, he moved the soaked cotton to the side and drove forward with his tongue. Her essence was unlike anything he’d tasted before, and he knew he’d never get enough. A low growl rolled from his throat as he tightened his hold on her legs, pulling her closer.

One hand slipped from her thigh, and he gripped the panties before yanking on them. They gave beneath his powerful pull. Without giving her a moment to recover from the action, he thrust two fingers within her snug channel.

Her scream reverberated through the room. Even as her thighs clamped hard around him, he could hear it, and he smiled as he continued to suck on her clit. The blankets slid off them but he didn’t care. He powered his fingers back and forth. Her wetness coated them, and he needed more of it, wanted to have it running down his hand before he slammed his cock completely inside her.

Flicking her nub with his tongue, he closed his eyes in pure bliss as she clutched him to her pussy, not letting him go. Bradford didn’t have any intention of going anywhere. When she fell apart around his fingers once more, he drew back and looked up her body. He could see her exposed skin had flushed while her head remained back on the makeshift bed.

Clamping his fingers on her clit, he demanded her attention. “Look at me, Iris.”

She listened. Her lips were parted, wet, and she panted.

Keeping her legs spread wide for him, he finished lowering the zipper and reached in to free himself from his boxers. Her breath caught as Iris looked at his erection straining in his hand. He pumped himself as he watched her stare at him with hunger in her gaze.

Bradford tapped her clit twice, loving her gasp and wriggle. Then he lined himself up to her opening and notched himself there. Eyes locked on each other, he drove deep into her.

Drove home.

Fuck yes!

Chapter Seven

Her arms shook so bad Iris was barely able to keep herself from collapsing on the bed beneath them. Sweat covered her body and she longed to strip down and feel skin to skin with the man delivering punishing strokes to her needy slit, over and over again. From behind this time.

Bradford’s grip on her hips was unyielding as he fucked her. There wasn’t any other word for it. This wasn’t tender. It wasn’t soft. What it was, was perfect. Harsh, gritty, and just what she’d needed for so damn long.


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