Wicked Pleasures (Ashby Crime Family #3) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Dark, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Ashby Crime Family Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 76559 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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“Terry…please. I. Need. You.”

He sucked even harder at my words until my body shook with the force of an earthquake, the orgasm roaring through me until I felt as though I was drowning in ecstasy. Until I was certain that he could see the love I had for him written all over my face.

“Need, huh?” His words came out on a growl and all I could do was nod as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over my body.

“Tell me,” he demanded, and my eyes popped open.

His blue eyes were intense. Serious. Patient as if he really wanted an answer. “I need you, Terry. Now. I need you on me. I need you inside me.” I just need you.

My orgasm was still going when his cock slid deep, filling me so slowly that it only stretched out my pleasure as he touched all my exposed nerves until he was right where I needed him.

“Feel the way your pussy wraps around my cock? Almost as good as the way your mouth sucked me.”

His words forced a blush up my entire body. “Almost?”

Terry gripped my hips and his slow strokes had rainbow sparks shooting off behind my eyes as he gripped my thighs and pushed them towards my chest. “When I fuck you like this, your pussy is sucking my cock.”

“Terry,” I gasped as every stroke rubbed my clit and sent another earthquake through my body.

“And when I fuck you hard and fast like this,” he growled and pounded into my body over and over again until my eyes rolled in the back of my head. “Your tits jiggle so beautifully it’s like a real-life fucking porno right here in my bed.”

His hands gripped my tits and he fucked me hard, the jackhammer motion even better than my vibrator.

“Who needs batteries when I have you?”

His hips kept a furious pace as my body screamed pleasure. I was powerless to do anything but take what he gave me, accept the pleasure he pumped into my body.

“Kat. What are you doing to me, woman?” He stopped abruptly and I let out a cry of despair, but he flipped me over and raised my hips. I winced when his palm flew across my ass. Then the back of his hand. Over and over. The heat from his hand intensified, making my nerves more sensitive and when his slick finger found my asshole, I bucked against him so hard he almost toppled over.

“Terry! Yes!” Like a rabid dog, I growled out, “Fuck me!” and pushed my hips back to take all of him. He leaned forward, his chest flush against my back, his lips and tongue on my neck once again as his deep strokes worked my body into an unstoppable frenzy. One hand gripped my hip and the other found a nipple to knead and tease as his cock drove into me, hard and deep.

The orgasm started in my toes and moved up my body at a glacial pace, allowing me to savor each time his cock plunged into me. One tear slid down my cheek and then another. And another. When the orgasm hit my core, everything poured out of me. Tears flooded my cheeks and sweat dripped from my body as it convulsed with pleasure. Between my thighs, a rush of liquid made Terry’s strokes smoother, more intense as he found his own pleasure. “Terry,” I gasped.

“Kat,” he grunted in response.

“I love you, Terry.”

The words came out barely above a whisper, and I wondered if he heard me, if he’d responded. I drifted off to sleep before I had an answer.

CHAPTER THIRTY

Terry

I love you Terry.

Kat told me last night before she drifted off to sleep that she loved me. She said them again when I filled her pussy with my cock and her sweet little ass with a finger, bringing her so much pleasure it brought tears to her eyes. I love you. The words came easily and even in the heat of passion, I knew she meant them.

I was just too much of a fucking coward to say them back. I wanted to, fuck, how I wanted to say those words to her freely. To have the right to say them to her and not blow up my whole fucking life. But I didn’t.

I couldn’t.

And asshole that I was, I felt relief when I woke up this morning and found Kat’s side of the bed empty and cold. I wasn’t prepared to deal with Kat’s emotions because I wasn’t ready to face the consequences of my actions And based on her actions, neither was Kat. Sneaking around was hot and maybe a little exciting, but it was also stupid and dangerous, something we both knew even though we never talked about it.

Even knowing all that, I wasn’t ready to give her up.

Maybe eventually I would, but not now.


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