Bought and Paid For (Hot-Bites #1) Read Online Jenika Snow, Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Hot-Bites Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16457 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 82(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
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“Jackson?” she questioned, her voice raspy because her breathing was so erratic.

Instead of responding, I bent down, flattened my tongue against her pussy and followed that trail that led to her ass.

I licked her until my lips and tongue were numb, until I was about to come in my fucking slacks. I couldn’t stop though, didn’t want to pull away from the sweet nectar of her pussy cream that covered my tongue and slid down the back of my throat.

I could have eaten her out all night, made her see with my lips and tongue that she was mine, that I claimed her without even being inside of her.

I placed my hand on her flat belly and forcefully pushed her back, making her sprawl out on the table, making her my feast to devour. I couldn’t help myself, couldn’t stop myself from mouth fucking her… or from thinking about what I’d be doing between her sweet virginal thighs tonight.

And with that primal, feral thought, I gave her pussy one long lick right through her slit, stood, and lifted her into my arms. I slammed my mouth on hers, forcing her to taste the sweet musk of her cream on my lips and tongue, letting her know what it tasted like to be marked, claimed and owned.

Chapter 7

Megan

Before I realized what was happening, Jackson had me in his arms and was striding up the stairs. I knew he was going to his room, into the room I was forced to share with him. But I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I anticipated this, that I wanted this desperately.

And then we were in the room, the door shut with a hard shove from his foot, the air chilly, my heart racing. He had me on the bed before I could comprehend what was happening, before I could even say anything in response.

But what could I have said? What would I have admitted to? He knew I wanted this, that I was wet and primed for him, aroused beyond belief. I was sprawled out, my body bouncing slightly, my heart thundering. My legs were slightly parted, my pussy on display. I knew he could see the secret parts of me, the parts I had let no other man see, the most intimate section of my body.

“So pink and wet.” He looked up at me, the shadows playing across his face. He came forward, and then was on his knees before me, his hands on my inner thighs. He leaned forward, and I held my breath. “I didn’t get enough downstairs.” He ran his tongue up my slit, moving the muscle along my clit.

I gasped in pleasure.

He ran his tongue up and down my pussy, lapping up my arousal, making this deep noise in the back of his throat. He gave my pussy one last lick, causing me to shiver before he rose, taking a step back.

He had his hands on my waist, and in a second he had me flipped over, my belly on the mattress, my ass in the air. My head spun. My pulse raced.

The feeling of his warm breath on my ass had me glancing over, seeing him kneeling behind me, his gaze transfixed on my bottom. He pulled my ass cheeks apart and stared at what he revealed.

Jackson placed his hands on my ass and squeezed the flesh. “You’re so fucking ready for me. I could fuck you right now, Megan, and you need me so bad that you’d cry for more.” He growled the words low in his throat.

He moved his lips over the top of my ass and took hold of each of my cheeks in his big hands. He just held his hands there, not doing much but kissing my flesh, running his teeth along the mounds.

Jackson smoothed his hands over my waist, digging his fingers into me, forcing me to be still, holding me in place—when I had the strongest urge to thrust into him.

“Oh God, yes, Jackson.”

He ran his teeth along my flesh, and a violent shiver worked its way through me. “My need for you knows no bounds, Megan. You’ve become an obsession.” He placed a finger at my opening, teasing my pussy with a bit of pressure. He pulled the digit out, never fully penetrating me, just staying right there at the cusp, at my opening.

I was lost in the sensations, in the feeling of him running that finger up and down me, teasing the hole, gently prodding it. He made me take it, made me want it.

“Spread for me.” His voice was low, demanding, take-no-prisoners controlling. It made me hotter, wetter. It made me want him even though I was nervous, and more than a little scared of what was to come.

I watched as he pulled back and started undressing. He went for his belt, then the button of his slacks. He pushed the material off, standing before me like a god. Like someone who could destroy me with one touch.


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