Stanton's Sins: A Bad Boy Biker Billionaire Romance (The Demon Squad MC Book 4) by Monique Moreau

Author:Monique Moreau [Moreau, Monique]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Monique Moreau Author
Published: 2020-11-07T18:30:00+00:00

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All she heard were the deep growls beneath his words. They sparked a cascade of tiny shivers down her arms. The deep rumble of his voice lit her up inside like a flash of lightning. With his hair tousled in several directions, he already looked half-crazed. There was an abrupt shift in his mood, coming on so quickly it left her whiplashed.

His hand shoved up her dress and then swooped into her panties. His head slumped into her shoulder. “Fuck, your panties are soaked.” How could she not be after listening to him stick up for her?

He ground the stiff cock she longed for against her belly. “You remember how my cock feels, huh? Remember howling in pleasure the first time I thrust up inside you? That was nothing compared to what I’m going to do now. But first, I need your taste on my tongue. Spread your legs for me, little girl, and whatever you do, do it quietly. We don’t want to alert anyone to the fact that I’m going to tongue-fuck you right now.”

The sound of the French doors opening echoed through the quiet. A couple of waiters stepped out on the patio above them, taking a cigarette break. The scent of tobacco and phrases from their conversation drifted down to them. Stanton’s gaze crashed into hers, and he held it as he placed his finger over his lips and then slowly went to his knees.

Unhurried, he bunched her dress up to her waist. In contrast, he tore her panties down her legs. Cold air hit her skin, causing goosebumps to break out on her thighs and belly. She quickly stepped one foot out of her thong to give her the freedom to open her legs. Taking the back of her knee, he guided it over his shoulder, and without further ceremony, buried his face in her pussy. She bit her fist to keep her moan at bay as he took a long, languid lick at her.

While the waiters were complaining about their supervisor above them, Stanton took his pleasure at torturing her with his tongue. She fisted his hair, mussing up his pristine style, and murmured as low as she could, “I want your cock, Stanton.” He ignored her, which was pretty easy to do since she had absolutely no leverage, and kept up his ministrations, lapping at her entrance and nipping her clit.

“Please.” He pinched her butt and she let out a little yelp. By chance, it had been covered by the sounds of the waiters getting ready to return inside. Thankfully, he was in a lenient mood and rose to his feet. Towering above her, he thrust his tongue in her mouth, and grasping the backs of her thighs, lifted her up like she weighed nothing. His bare cock rubbed against her mound, and she rocked against the ribbing of that fat vein on the underside of his shaft. Holy hell, no way would she last.

There were sounds of the French doors closing, and everything was quiet again.

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