Looking to Score (The New York Nighthawks #5) Read Online Fiona Davenport

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The New York Nighthawks Series by Fiona Davenport
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Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23020 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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“That’s damn good because I’m the only man who’ll ever get you,” he growled, his eyes flashing as his gaze dropped to my pussy. “Gonna give you my mouth before you take my cock.”

He trailed hot, wet kisses along my belly as he made his way down my body. Then he wedged his shoulders between my thighs, and I whimpered when the warmth of his breath fluttered over my core. The sound turned into a gasp of pleasure when his tongue slid through my wetness, licking me from the bottom of my pussy to the top. I rocked my hips as he worked me with his mouth, using his lips, tongue, and teeth to quickly bring me to the edge and toss me right over.

“Yes, Roan! Yes!” I screamed as waves of pleasure crashed over my body.

He ate me through my orgasm, waiting until my shudders stopped to go to his knees. “Need you hard and fast, baby. Having the taste of you in my mouth, your cries echoing around the walls of the bedroom we’re going to share, with my ring on your finger…I’m not gonna last long.”

I was still in a sensual fog, so his warning barely registered before he rolled me to my hands and knees. Gripping my hips to pull me back, he filled me with one powerful thrust.

“You feel so fucking good,” he hissed, his hips slamming into me again.

The pleasure was already coiling in my body again, and I fisted the comforter as he hammered in and out of me. “So good,” I echoed in agreement.

Our sex life was active, but I still hadn’t gotten over how amazing it felt to be filled by his thick dick. The sensation was more intense this time, knowing that he loved me and I was going to be his wife. I had a feeling he was thinking the same thing since he was fucking me with a fierce intensity that left me gasping for air and reaching for my next release so quickly after the first.

My inner walls rippled around him, drawing a deep groan from his chest. “Are you going to come for me, baby?”

“Uh-huh,” I panted.

“Good,” he grunted, reaching around and rubbing my clit with his finger. “I want to feel your pussy milking the come from my cock until I fill you to overflowing and it drips down your thighs.”

The combination of his cock hammering into me, his finger working my clit, and his filthy words sent me flying over the edge with a scream. As he pressed my face into the mattress, the sound was muffled as he rammed into me a few more times before anchoring himself deep. “Fuck, baby. That’s it, so damn good.”

His release lengthened mine, my pussy clenching around his cock as his hot come splashed against my inner walls. It felt like the pleasure was never going to end, and when it was over, I could barely see straight as he rolled to his side and held me in his arms as we caught our breath.

“We should celebrate everything like that.”

“Good idea, baby.” He chuckled and pressed a kiss against my shoulder. “I’ll make a deal with Prentice so we can trade babysitting duties whenever we have a special occasion to commemorate. And the not-so special ones, too.”

Epilogue

Roan

“Ugh,” Ava groaned as she rubbed her belly as she licked the last crumbs of her s’more from her lips. “You’re going to have to roll me into the house.”

I knew better than to touch that comment with a ten-foot pole. At eight months pregnant, Ava was huge—probably due to the fact that I’d knocked her up with twin boys. “Did you eat too many?” I asked, dancing around her comment.

“Probably,” she moaned. “But these boys are always hungry, and I swear, they can’t get enough sugar.”

I stood from my deck chair, one of several situated around a built-in campfire. “I’ve got you, baby.” I scooped her into my arms, and she yelped.

“Put me down! I’m too heavy!”

I rolled my eyes and kept walking toward the glass French doors. “You could be carrying four babies, and you’d still be no heavier than a pillow.”

Considering how often I carried her places, she should have accepted that she wasn’t a burden. Sometimes, I wondered if she just liked it when I told her she wasn’t heavy.

“Don’t even put that out in the universe, Roan!” she muttered, lightly smacking my shoulder. I laughed because she was just so damn cute, then gave her a swift kiss before gently setting her on the couch in the den.

“I’m just going to clean up out there, then we’ll watch a movie.” As I was picking up all the s’more stuff and discarding the trash, I shook my head in amazement. I had no idea how we’d gotten those girls to sleep after letting them indulge in so much sugar right before bed. Of course, they’d worn themselves out at the park first, so it seemed we’d gotten lucky at bedtime.


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