Unlawful Seizure (Filthy Florida Alphas #1) Read Online Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Biker, Dark, Erotic, Insta-Love, Mafia, MC, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Filthy Florida Alphas Series by Jordan Marie
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Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 80564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
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“Max…oh God, Max…” she gasps. Her body is riding nothing but air because I won’t give her what she needs, what she hungers for. She’s not getting that until I’m good and goddamned ready. I push two fingers into her pussy. I don’t know why I worried if she’d be ready for me. She’s more than ready. I thrust them hard into her, curling them up to reach that spot that will rocket her into space. I retreat before she has a chance to ride my hand and she cries out in disappointment. My response is to slap her ass again, harder this time. Her body bows and she cries out. Her sweet cream flows against my fingers in a quick spurt of release. One thrust into her juicy little cunt and she’d set off like a bottle rocket. Instead, I gather her sweet juice and drag it along the outside of her pussy and then back to her ass. I drive my fingers into her ass, letting her own cream be the lube to aid me. She cries out again, her head going down, her ass arching higher. She was made to fuck hard. My fingers pop through that tight ring of muscle and this time it’s me that groans at how tight and fucking right she feels. I move my fingers in a scissor-like movement inside, stretching her hole. I withdraw slightly and then thrust back in, fucking her ass with my fingers, and showing her just who owns her body. I bend over her, so I know she can hear me. I need her to hear me.

“I’m taking this fucking ass soon, Tess. There won’t be a part of you that I don’t own. I’m going to own and brand every fucking inch of you. You think you could walk away from me? Do you think anyone else can ever give you what I can?” I growl. I shove my fingers back in her ass when she doesn’t answer, only this time I need more. I use my free hand to position my cock, and as I slide my fingers almost out of her ass, I slam my cock hard inside her pussy. There’s nothing soft and easy about it. I slam into her hard—balls deep. I want her to taste me; I’m so fucking deep. The thick denim of my jeans abrades the backs of her legs. This is rutting. This is letting the animal out of the cage. This is me, showing her; love is not an option here. This is need—pure and simple. I set a rhythm in her ass with my fingers, matching it with my cock. I’m so close to coming that my balls are drawn tight. I can only concentrate on the rhythm of our movements, on the way I’m fucking her, owning her.

“Max!” She screams out as I feel her body start to writhe, and the delicate muscles in her body convulse and tighten against me. “Max! I’m going to come!” She screams out again. I slip my fingers out of her ass, regretfully. I want to stay there. Hell, I want my cock there. Now is not the time though. Instead, I use my fingers on her clit and send her skyrocketing over the edge and let her release trigger my own.

“You’re mine, Tess. Mine.” I growl as I empty myself inside of her, claiming her in the most basic of ways. When it’s finished. I don’t withdraw. We stay locked like that, the rain still coming down, my dick still deep inside of her, semi-hard, my cum filling her, and our breathing as loud and as ragged as the thunder above us.

It’s only then I realize that I fucked her bare. It’s only then that it hits me that I didn’t even think to put a condom on. Fuck!

What the hell did I just do?

I’m the whore of Babylon.

I just let Max fuck me, like an animal, in the middle of a rainstorm out in the wide open, and I loved every minute of it. Hell, I can barely catch my breath, I have his cum running down my legs, and I already want it again. I let a tiny mew of disagreement leave my lips as he slips out of me. I don’t know if he hears me. He pets my back though, his hand sliding down in a gesture so familiar now. He does it so often after we make love. It feels as if he praises me, and I wait for that. It’s as if that is his sign to me that he feels this too. I nearly fall when he moves. Max is right there though. His arms go around me, holding me easily as if I am a rag doll, and that’s exactly, what I feel like right now. He stands up with me. The rain has practically glued his pants in place, and I bet the image would be funny if I cared to look. Instead I curl into his side, letting my head fall against his chest, wrapping my fingers into the wet material of his shirt. He takes us inside; my eyes are closed, but I hear the click of the lock. I’m too tired to figure out how he locked the door with his hands full of me.


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