McCoy (Golden Glades Henchmen MC #3) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Biker, Contemporary, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Golden Glades Henchmen MC Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 76029 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 253(@300wpm)
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Then, with my gaze on his, I let my lips fall open, a silent invitation that had his chest shaking with his exhale and a low, growling noise escape him as he grabbed the back of my neck, and shoved his cock deep in my mouth, into the back of my throat.

My hands slipped behind him to hold his thighs as he started to fuck my mouth, using me how he wanted it—fast and rough and deep.

Until, on a savage curse, he grabbed a handful of my hair and yanked backward until his cock slipped out from between my lips.

There was a dark promise in his eyes as his gaze held mine for a second while he tried to catch his breath.

He moved so quickly that I didn't even know what his intentions were before he was leaning forward, grabbing my ankles, and tossing me onto my back while spreading my thighs wide, and burying his face between.

There was nothing slow or teasing or sweet about him.

He devoured me, ate me like he was starving, like he was a man enjoying his final meal.

Up to and right through an orgasm, leaving my thighs shaking and my back arching.

But he wasn't done, not even close.

He barely waited for one orgasm to subside before he was driving me back up again, this time his tongue moving up and down my cleft, circling around, but never touching my too-sensitive clit. His tongue moved downward once again, curling in on itself, then thrusting inside of me, fucking me until I was moaning, until I was begging, until my hands were grabbing his head, holding him against me, until my hips were rising up to demand more.

Just when I was sure I was going to come, though, his tongue slipped out of me. His head lifted as he thrust two fingers inside me, pressing up against my G-spot before, without any warning whatsoever, his other hand struck outward, slapping my pussy hard, creating this pain/pleasure mixture that sent me unexpectedly shooting through another orgasm.

"McCoy, please," I begged as I came back down to his fingers fucking me. "I can't..."

"You will," he corrected me, his thumb moving outward, working around my clit as his fingers got more and more insistent.

"I can't... I... can't," I insisted even as my walls tightened around him, ready to prove me wrong.

But this time, when he got me to that edge that promised oblivion, his fingers moved away from me. His hands grabbed my hips, turning me onto my stomach, then yanking my ass up high.

There was the barest of pauses as he grabbed protection before his cock was slamming inside me, taking every inch of me.

"Move," I whimpered when he stayed buried deep.

"You move," he demanded, landing a slap to my ass. "Show me how you want me to fuck you," he added.

And with the aching need for release gripping my system, I had no choice but to start to move, slamming my hips back into him. Slow at first, then faster and harder as the pleasure started to build.

"McCoy, please," I begged, hands fisting the sheets.

"Please what?" he demanded, slapping my ass again, harder, making my body jerk.

"Please fuck me," I demanded.

There was one more hard slap before his hands were gripping my hips, sinking in to the point of pain as he used them to slam my body back into him as he thrust forward.

Hard.

So hard it bordered on pain, but didn't quite cross that line. Instead, all it did was create this new, intoxicating sensation that had me burying my face in the covers as the pleasure turned my moans to outright cries as I got closer and closer to that edge.

"That's it," McCoy growled as my walls tightened hard around him. "Squeeze my cock," he said, thrusting harder, faster. "Come," he demanded. "Come for me," he said, voice getting tight.

And just like that, I did.

I swear I saw white.

All I knew for the next few moments was the waves crashing through me, the way I felt both inside and out of my body at the same time, experiencing the pleasure, but completely out of control of the way my body shook, the way my legs gave out, making me fall down on my belly.

I was still there when I finally came back down from the orgasm, finding McCoy flat on his back next to me, one arm thrown over his head, the other resting on his stomach.

"Missed that," he admitted, turning his head to give me a tired smile.

"So much so that you almost killed me," I said, managing a weak laugh.

"Oh, but what a way to go, right?"

"Right," I agreed, finding just enough strength to push up, then flop right back down on his chest, giggling a little bit at the grunt he let out at the impact.


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