Wild Card Read online Renee Rose (Vegas Underground #8)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Vegas Underground Series by Renee Rose
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Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 55365 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 221(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
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“Good girl,” he praises and I lose myself, eyes closed, head bobbing, tongue swirling with enthusiasm.

I make it as good as I know how. I’ve been told I give good head. This could be the blowjob that saves my life.

Paolo

This can’t be for real.

Thirty minutes into my visit and she’s sucking my cock like her life depends on it.

Okay, she probably does believe her life depends on it. A better man would feel bad about shoving his cock in the mouth of a girl he has tied up on her bed, but I don’t.

She fucking offered. Her freak flag is flying high.

And yeah, I definitely think it’s still possible she’ll try to bite the whole thing off. Girl is a nut-job.

But it feels so.

Damn.

Good.

I choke her every time I shove it deep down her throat. I watch her eyes tear up as she struggles to breathe, but she keeps going right back to her enthusiastic sucking.

I want it to last forever. I wonder how long she can go? Twenty minutes? Half hour? She definitely has mad skills. But then she moans around my cock, like she’s turned on giving me head, and my balls tighten up. Fuck it. I’ll let her off easy this time since she’s being so good.

I burrow my fingers in her hair, flicking off the scrunchy that holds it in a bun and letting the dark mess fall free. Her hair is long and thick.

Wild, like her.

I wrap my fist around it and hold her head immobile as I fuck her face faster, disrespecting the hell out of her without even an ounce of regret.

“I’m coming, doll. You gonna swallow like a good girl?”

Her blue eyes meet mine and she nods and makes a sound.

I come, pulling her hair even tighter.

She swallows and swallows. Works her tongue around my dick to clean me off.

And then intimidation goes out the window. I stroke her cheek. Her skin is soft and smooth. She’s pale-complexioned, with a dusting of the cutest freckles across her nose. The glasses sit askew on her face.

I massage her scalp, trying to rub away the sting from all the hair-pulling, still dipping my cock in and out of her mouth.

I pull out and run my thumb over her generous mouth. I have the urge to kiss those glossy lips, but I resist it.

Post-blowjob gratitude comes on hard—heh—and I study Caitlin, fascinated by everything I see.

This woman is a fucking unicorn. The kind who shouldn’t exist.

What kind of genius hacker also has a hot-as-fuck body and goads a guy into freaky sex when she should be shaking in her boots?

This one, apparently.

And I might be in love.

If I believed in love, that is.

But seriously. She’s everything I got from her photo and more, and I want to know every last thing about her. I want to turn her inside out, break her. Build her up. Break her again.

Worship her.

Because right now, I’m feeling grateful and I want to taste that pussy of hers.

I yank her leggings all the way down to the zip ties at her ankles, then lift her ankles high in the air to get a look at the damage I did on her ass. Not too bad. Red and puffy welts. I’d feel bad but it seemed like she enjoyed every second of it.

I rub my palm over the welts I left, squeezing her muscular buns, slapping them. Now that I’ve gotten aggressive with her, I fucking love how it feels. I’ve never laid a hand on a woman before, but I could spank this girl all night.

“How’s your ass?” I ask, just to be completely sure I’m reading her right.

She blinks up at me. The crazed glassy look is gone from those blue eyes now. I see intelligence and a trace of uncertainty in her gaze. “I could’ve taken more.” It doesn’t come out as a challenge. Not like she’s bragging or daring me to give her more. Instead it sounds like an admission she’s not sure she should make. She’s being honest. Like I’m her sex partner and we’re going to do this again.

Fuck. I adjust my cock. I just came, but I’m already getting hard again.

I flick my brows. “Noted.” I spank her several more times, much harder than before.

She yelps, her ass jerking in the air. I spank over her pussy and my palm comes away wet.

I lower her ass to the bed and spread her knees wide.

She gasps, her lips forming a pretty “O”, her glazed eyes wide and startled.

Her pussy’s waxed bare, which both pleases and infuriates me at the same time. Like, who in the fuck is she keeping it bare for?

I suddenly want to kill every motherfucker who’s been here before me.

And everyone who will be here after me.

Don’t let there be any after you, the possessive voice in my head growls.


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