The Surgeon (Silver Spoon MC #2) 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: 38632 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 193(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 129(@300wpm)
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"Angel, stop talking before you piss me off," I growl, pressing my lips to hers. "Other men don't exist to you. I don't care if it was in elementary school. It never happened."

"Tate? Stop being crazy and make love to me," she demands, smiling at me.

"Kiss me," I order, not sure how to make this more comfortable for her. It's going to hurt no matter what I do. She's tiny and I'm…not. I send up a quick prayer that I manage to last long enough to make it good for her. As badly as I want her right now, it's entirely possible this ends before it even begins.

She chases my lips with hers, seaming our mouths together. We kiss for several long moments, sinking into one another slowly. I run my hands up and down her sides, trying to relax her as much as possible. My dick slides through her soaked folds, bumping against her clit with every pass. I'm dying the sweetest death with every second that passes, but I don't rush it. I take my time. I make her take hers. Only when she's pliant beneath me, moans leaving her lips in little puffs of sound, do I line up at her entrance.

"Ah, fuck," I groan, pushing my way into her wet heat. Her pussy surrounds the head of my cock, burning hot. She's so damn soft and warm. So tight. I push forward slowly, my eyes locked on her face, watching for any signs of discomfort. At first, all I see is awe swirling through those golden depths.

The head of my cock slips in.

I writhe, fighting not to come. Christ, she feels good. Too good, maybe.

I push forward again, meeting resistance.

Awe turns to hesitation, anxiety flitting through her expression.

"Kiss me, angel," I demand.

"Tate."

"Kiss me, Samara."

She offers her mouth up like an obedient little sacrifice.

"I love you," I whisper, covering her mouth with mine.

I push forward. Her hymen resists for a split second before tearing around my cock. She cries out in shock, going completely rigid beneath me. I sink into her to the hilt. My stomach churns with regret, my balls with relief.

"I'm sorry," I breathe, kissing her lips again and then again. "I'm sorry."

She whimpers into my mouth, the pained sound breaking my heart.

"Never again," I vow, kissing all over her face. "It'll never feel like that again, angel."

"Good because that hurt," she says, sniffling. "I told you that you wouldn't fit."

"Angel, baby." I groan, trying not to laugh because I'm pretty sure that will just piss her off. "I'm inside that juicy cunt right now, buried all the way to the hilt."

Her pussy spasms around me.

Interesting.

"You're taking all of me, Samara," I say, placing my mouth near her ear. "And as soon as you're ready, I'm going to ride that pretty pussy until you're coming all over my cock."

Her pussy spasms again.

Oh, angel. I know your number now. She likes the dirty talk.

"I think I'm ready now," she whispers.

"Yeah?" I nip at her ear and then wrap my tongue around the lobe to ease the sting of my bite. "Maybe I should keep saying filthy shit to you just to make sure. I could tell you how good you taste when you're coming all over my tongue. Or how much you're going to like it when you're on your hands and knees next time with that ass in the air and I'm drilling you from behind." I nuzzle my face into her neck, kissing and nipping at her skin. "Or maybe I should tell you how fucking hard I got when you were gagging on my cock last night."

Her pussy clamps down on me hard this time.

"Tate," she moans, her hands drifting down my back.

"Yeah," I chuckle. "You're ready."

"Then f-fuck me already!" she cries.

"Nu-uh," I whisper, shaking my head against hers. "When I'm in you, I'm making love to you, Samara. It doesn't matter how filthy my mouth is or what kinky shit I do to you, I will never take you with anything less than complete reverence." I brush my mouth against hers, hitching her leg higher up my hip. "When I'm in you, I plan to worship you. Every single time."

"Oh my gosh," she whispers.

I rock my hips back and then push forward, taking her slowly. She needs to know this isn't fucking. It doesn't matter how dirty it gets, there's nothing casual about this for either one of us. This woman is my soul, the one I've been waiting for my entire life. I fully intend to spend the rest of it loving her the way she deserves. She doesn't know what it's like to be loved unconditionally, to have a place in this world and people to call her own. She will with me.

"Oh," she gasps, grasping onto my shoulders. "Oh my god."


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