The Harder They Fall (The Soldiers of Wrath MC, 8) by Jenika Snow & Sam Crescent

Author:Jenika Snow & Sam Crescent [Snow, Jenika]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Crescent Snow Publishing
Published: 2017-07-30T18:30:00+00:00

17

For long seconds, they just stared at each other. Her cheeks were red, her pupils dilated. Weasel could see the way her pulse beat wildly right below her ear, knew she was turned on, primed just for him.

He wanted her. Now.

Fuck the repercussions if Vengeance found out this way, if he knew that shit was going down between them. He’d have to find out sooner rather than later anyway. Weasel wasn’t going to walk away from Renee, and the sooner she realized that—accepted it—the better off things would go.

She opened her mouth, maybe to say something about this not being the right time, that Vengeance and Constance might be here, but he stopped her with a kiss. He placed his mouth on hers, speared his tongue between her lips, and swallowed her moan.

He cupped her ass, curved his fingers along the taut, plump flesh, and groaned himself. She was so fucking perfect.

He broke away, both of them panting, sucking in great lungfuls of air, trying to stay sane. Weasel stared into her eyes, wanting to give her the world. “As much as I want to fuck you right now, to make you scream from orgasm,” he said and lifted her onto the bathroom counter in the next second, “I’ll be the bigger man and refrain from my own pleasure until we’re home.” Truth was, giving her pleasure would in turn be his as well. Making her come would be nearly as good as getting off himself.

She made this small noise in the back of her throat.

“Right now, like I promised, I’m going to have my mouth all over your pussy, my tongue thrust deep inside of you.” He kissed her again, stroked his tongue along her lips, mouth-fucking her like he wanted to do between her thighs.

He couldn’t hold in the guttural sound that left him.

“Weasel, they might hear,” she breathed out, her voice aroused, soft.

“Let them hear,” he said honestly.

“God,” she gasped softly, her focus on the door, clearly worried, but her arousal stronger, her need higher.

“I want you to come with my tongue thrust deep in your cunt, baby, with my lips lapping at the juices that flow out.” She made the sweetest sound for him, one of primal need that only he could give her.

Her legs were parted slightly, her jeans in the way. He helped her off the counter only long enough to help her pull her pants and panties off. He helped her back on the bathroom counter a second later.

Not wasting another moment, because they really didn’t have a lot of time before Vengeance, or even Constance wondered where the hell they’d gone off to, Weasel was on his haunches in front of Renee.

“Legs on my shoulders, baby.” She did as he said instantly. He placed his hands on her inner thighs, pushing her legs open even farther. He got a sweet glimpse of the pink, wet and swollen flesh between her legs.

It was all for him. Only him.

Without wasting another second, Weasel placed his mouth right over her pussy, her saccharine flavor washing over his tongue.

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