Wilder (Reckless Souls MC #5) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Reckless Souls MC Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 78237 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 391(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
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“Not yet,” I tell him, enjoying the freedom to touch him everywhere like this, my hands gliding over every muscle, every dip of his flesh. Over the colorful tattoos, the healed scars, and even the cluster of freckles in the center of his back.

“I think some spots are still dirty,” I say in a breathy whisper before my hands grip his cock, and I moan. Or whimper.

“Babe.” He grunts his disapproval even as his hips buck toward my touch.

“Yes?” My hands stroke his cock in long, slow strokes that make his jaw clench and the muscles in his legs tighten with tension. “What is it, Wilder?”

I smile up at him and cup his sac as the shower spray rinses the soap away.

“Babe, don’t tease…me!” My lips wrap around his cock, cutting off his words, and my tongue slides back and forth along the thick underside.

“Ah, fuck, Mave. That mouth,” he growls, and his hips buck forward again. “Yes…”

His words, so raw and intense, give me the confidence to go for it, to please him the way he pleased me earlier. This isn’t some perfunctory blowjob to get him to shut up. No, this is magical fucking foreplay.

My pussy is leaking down my thighs from the sound he makes, and I take him deeper to pull more of those sounds from him. My nipples go hard when one hand grips my hair and the other cups my jaw.

“Maven,” he grunts, and I know what he’s telling me, what he’s warning me about, and for once in my life, I don’t care.

I keep my eyes on his beautiful face, and I suck his cock like it’s my job, like he’s the magical unicorn I’ve been searching for, even though I know he’s not. I take him deep and swallow as I tug his sac.

His hips start to move faster, sending his cock deeper, and I’m holding my own like some fucking blowjob queen.

“Oh fuck, Maven.”

He pulls back, and I grip one of his muscular ass cheeks to keep him where I want him as he explodes into my mouth, coating my throat on the way down.

“Fuck!” he screams, his hips bucking and jerking before his body slackens. “Maven.”

I suck him a little longer before I release him with a pop. “That’s me.”

He tugs on my hair until I’m on my feet again. His blue eyes stare into mine until his harsh breaths turn into slow, even breaths. “Bed. Now.”

I want to shake my head and tell him that he’s not the boss of me, but one foot and then the other steps over the edge of the shower, and I’m on the bathmat drying off, and then on the bed, waiting impatiently for Wilder to make good on the promise in his gaze.

Totally naked, he is a sight to behold, masculine and muscular and hard. Everywhere.

His coffee and cream skin is still slightly damp, adding unnecessary contour to his magnificent shape. My mouth waters as he stands at the foot of the bed, staring down at me. His tongue slicks across his lips a second before he kneels down on the bed, making the mattress sink as I wait for what comes next.

“Maven, you’re fuckin’ beautiful,” he growls and uses his shoulders to push my legs apart and ease me higher up toward the pillow.

“I’m not,” I insist because I know what I look like and what I don’t. I’m attractive enough, but beautiful is a stretch. “I’m happy with who I am,” I tell him honestly.

“Open those pretty eyes of yours then because you don’t see what I see. You. All of you.” His lips touch down on the inside of my left thigh and then my right thigh. “Every inch of you.”

I’m already trembling, and when he brushes a soft kiss against my swollen, sensitive lower lips, I buck into the air like a prize horse.

“Fuck, Wilder.”

He laughs against my pussy, the vibrations rattling my body forcefully and enhancing my pleasure. And without a word, he buries his face between my slick thighs and feasts on me like a man starving for honey, and only my honey will do.

He’s lapping me up, and I should be embarrassed about the wet slurping sounds that echo in the room, but I’m not. Every swipe of his tongue makes me wetter, and the sound doubles the moisture until I’m fucking his face and begging for more.

“Please,” I cry and thrash back and forth. “Wilder, please.”

Like a tease, he slows his movements. Slow and sensual, he licks me with infinite patience while I reach out to him, strain toward the pleasure that’s just out of my reach while he continues to drive me higher and higher toward that precipice.

His tongue moves agonizingly slow, and my hips slow down to keep the pace. Sweat slicks across my brow and between my breasts as I tremble with the need for more pleasure.


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