Tiny (Kiss of Death MC #9) Read Online Marteeka Karland

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC Tags Authors: Series: Kiss of Death MC Series by Marteeka Karland
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 60848 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 304(@200wpm)___ 243(@250wpm)___ 203(@300wpm)
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I responded immediately, claiming her mouth with a hunger I could barely control. I cradled the back of her head with my hand, fingers tangling in her wet hair as I deepened the kiss. My tongue stroked against hers, demanding but gentle. She deserved gentle more than any woman I’d ever known.

Without breaking the kiss, I maneuvered us so her back was against the cool tile wall. I needed her pinned there, needed to feel her trapped between the wall and my body. The move was about protecting her, possessing her in the best possible way. I always wanted my body, honed in the fires of battle under the most brutal of conditions, between her and the world.

“Hold onto me,” I murmured against her lips.

Her arms wrapped around my neck as I gripped her thighs, lifting her effortlessly. She weighed nothing to me; I could hold her like this for hours if she’d let me. Her legs circled my waist, ankles crossing behind my back, and the feel of her pussy sliding against my cock nearly made me come right there.

“You sure?” she asked, those worried eyes searching my face again. “Your ribs --”

“Are fine,” I finished, pressing my forehead to hers. The ribs could go fuck themselves. “I need you, Penny. Need to be inside you.”

She nodded, and relief flooded through me. Her small hand reached between us, guiding my bare cock to her entrance. Which, again, nearly made me come.

I pushed forward slowly, gritting my teeth against the urge to slam into her. She was always so fucking tight, and I had to give her time to adjust. “Fuck,” I groaned as I seated myself fully within her. “Love how fuckin’ tight you are. Love the feel of your hot, slick pussy around my cock.” My body trembled with the effort of holding back. Every instinct screamed at me to pound into her, to take her hard and fast, but I kept myself leashed.

“Move,” she whispered, digging her heels into my lower back. “Please, Tiny. Fuck me!”

Her needy demand snapped my control. With a grunt, I began to thrust, shallow at first, testing. When she didn’t flinch, I went deeper. The angle was perfect, I could tell by the way her breath caught, the way her pussy clenched around me. Water streamed down my face and chest, and my muscles flexed and bunched with each movement. The pain in my ribs was still there, but it was distant now, drowned out by the pleasure of being inside her.

Steam swirled around us, and the bathroom echoed with our breathing, mine deep and ragged, hers high and desperate. The slick slide of our bodies coming together was the perfect accompaniment to our erotic dance. Christ, I’d never get enough of this.

“So tight. So fuckin’ perfect.”

My words seemed to push her closer, and I felt her nails score over my shoulders.

“God, Tiny,” she moaned, and the sound of my name on her lips nearly undid me. “Right fucking there!”

I adjusted my angle slightly, making sure to hit that spot with each thrust. My gaze never left hers, watching every reaction, cataloging what made her gasp, what made her moan. It was worship. And I wanted her to always know how much I loved her. I would never be a man of pretty words, but I could give her this. I could show her how much I loved her with my body.

The familiar tension built in my spine, but I wasn’t going there without her. I moved one hand from her thigh to slide between us, my thumb finding her clit.

“Come for me, baby,” I urged, my voice rough and strained. “Want to feel you squeezing my cum from my dick.”

She came apart in my arms, her back arching off the tile as pleasure crashed through her as she screamed. Her pussy clenched around me rhythmically, milking my cock, and she screamed my name. The feeling of her coming around me was the most beautiful thing I’d ever experienced.

My movements became more urgent, my rhythm faltering as I chased my own release. With a final, deep thrust, I buried myself completely inside her and groaned her name, my cock pulsing as I emptied myself into her. Wave after wave of pleasure rolled through me, and I felt her trigger again, trembling in my arms.

For a long moment, we stayed joined, both of us breathing hard as the water continued to beat down on us. I rested my forehead against hers, eyes closed as I tried to recover. When I opened them again, the emotion welling up inside me was almost too much to contain.

“I love you,” I said simply. The words felt inadequate for what I felt, but they were all I had.

“I love you too,” she whispered back.

Carefully, I lowered her to her feet, making sure she was steady before letting go completely. I cupped her face with my big hands and stroked her cheekbone with one thumb. “You’re everything to me,” I murmured. “You and Kira and Zelda.”


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