El Segador – Black Reign MC Read Online Marteeka Karland

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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 182(@200wpm)___ 146(@250wpm)___ 122(@300wpm)
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There was so much I wanted to do with Swan. So much I wanted to show her. I knew I’d never last this first time. Not in any way. I was going to be lucky to last long enough to get her off.

“So good,” she gasped. “Oh, God! Reaper! Why is it so fucking good?”

“Because we’re meant to be, Swan,” I said at her ear. I should have looked her in the eyes when I said it, but I couldn’t. Not because I didn’t believe it, but because I knew she’d see right through me. See that, somehow in the last thirty-six hours I’d known her, I’d already managed to fall in love. I wasn’t opposed to her knowing, but I was going to make her tell me first. She wouldn’t believe me otherwise. Wasn’t sure she’d believe me even then. Either way, I had to at least manage to hold off that long. “You’re mine, baby. I’m yours.”

She tightened her arms around me, digging her heels into the small of my back, and met each surge of my hips with one of her own. “Yes,” she gasped out. “I’m yours. You’re mine.”

“Always, Swan. For always.”

“Reaper!” She screamed my name as her pussy clamped down on my cock. It pulsed and massaged my dick, her body telling me she wanted me to come with her.

“I’m comin’,” I groaned, my movements frantic now. “Gonna come so fuckin’ hard!”

“Yes! Please, Reaper!”

I turned my head to the side so I wouldn’t hurt her ears and bellowed my release, unable to part our bodies long enough to arch my back and roar to the ceiling. My cock pulsed and emptied into the condom and, as satisfying as it was, I still wanted to fill her pussy instead of the fucking rubber. I wanted that. Wanted to fill her full of my cum. It was a primal instinct I found hard to control or ignore.

For long moments we lay there. I turned my head back to bury my face in her neck, kissing and praising her. “You’re beautiful, Swan. So fucking beautiful.” I nuzzled her neck, softly thrusting my hips.

“I -- I --” I felt her swallow where my lips were still at her throat.

“Yeah, baby?”

“I --” She cleared her throat. “That was amazing.” I’d bet my last dollar that wasn’t what she’d wanted to say. I had to smile inside. She was there. She just didn’t want to admit it yet. That was fine. Things were happening fast. I’d just admitted to myself I was already in love with her and had sworn to myself not to say it until she did. How could I expect her to voice the same thing so soon when I wasn’t willing?

“It certainly was. And there’s plenty more where that came from. We’ve got all night. I’m gonna show you so much stuff, it’s gonna blow your mind.”

She giggled. “Is that supposed to shock me?”

“It’s supposed to make you look forward to me recovering so I can put you on your hands and knees and take you from behind.” I gave her my best cocky grin. “Gonna take that pretty little ass, too. Maybe not tonight, but soon.”

“Oh, goodness.” Her pussy contracted around my cock.

“I think my little Swan is very interested in that prospect.”

“I didn’t say that.” She shook her head, her eyes wide, but her lips flirted with a smile.

“You didn’t have to, baby. Your pussy said it for you.”

She play-slapped at me. “You’re horrible.”

“Oh, yeah? I’m not the one squeezing my cock to death at the mere suggestion of it being in your ass.”

Swan laughed then, throwing her arms around my neck tightly. “Thank you so much, Reaper. For everything.”

“Nothing to thank me for, sweetheart. You deserve every little bit of happiness me or anyone else can give you. I’m just thankful it’s me.”

Chapter Seven

Swan

“Wait. We’re going where?”

“Katmandu. You’ll need some warm clothes. It’s not real cold in the city, but Everest Base Camp will be pretty fuckin’ cold.”

I laughed. I was sure the sound was borderline maniacal. “I’m equipped for Florida, Reaper. I don’t have anything even close to appropriate for extreme temperatures.”

“Honey, that was a list for me. Not you. Everything will be delivered and already stowed away when we get to the airport.”

“Airport.”

“Well, yeah.” He turned to give me a confused look. “We can’t take the bike there, I’m sorry to say.”

This wasn’t computing. “We’re going to Mount Everest Base Camp?”

He grinned. “Yeah, baby. That’s what I said.”

“This is insane!” I was laughing at him, but I wasn’t joking. “We can’t go to Nepal!”

“Why not? And I caution you about telling me how to spend my money.”

“Well, for one, I don’t have a passport.” I grinned, knowing that would be a deal breaker.

“Good thing I know a guy who can make one and the finished product is official.”


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