Wicked Intentions (Ashby Crime Family #1) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Erotic, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Ashby Crime Family Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 69242 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 346(@200wpm)___ 277(@250wpm)___ 231(@300wpm)
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“Sweet baby Jesus that was…fuck!” It wasn’t the sexiest or most intelligent thing I could have said, but it was the only thing the few braincells that were still working could come up with at a moment’s notice.

“Glad you approve.” His voice was almost amused as he sat up, his mouth curved into a smile that was slick with my juices.

“Oh, I more than approve,” I told him and pulled him to me, kissing him hard as fuck because even though my body still hummed with the last orgasm, I was hungry for more. Hungry for his cock to fill me up and make me scream.

“But now I think it’s my turn to play.” My mouth practically watered at the thought of stripping him down and taking his cock in my mouth. I wasn’t a big blow job girl but the way the man gave and pleased so freely was…inspiring to say the least.

I stood to avoid falling on the stairs and immediately dropped to my knees, eager to get a look at what he was working with. “Not now,” he growled at me and grabbed my wrists, a dark look on his face.

“Why not?” I’m not ashamed to say I pouted. My mouth watered for him and I was being denied.

“Because.” That was all he said when he yanked my body up against his and kissed me again, but it wasn’t enough. “I said so.” Then he lifted me in his arms and slammed my back against the wall with a dark smile that I felt down to my toes.

“Well if you say so,” I said with a breathless smile.

“I do.” And then he was filling me up, deliciously. Erotically. I was bummed I didn’t get a chance to wrap my hands around that cock monster and lick him dry, but there would be time. Later.

I hoped.

All those thoughts fled as he slid in and out, his breath sawing out of his body with every stroke. It was a continuous torture, keeping me poised right on the edge of pleasure and ecstasy, and my body was tipping toward mind-bending ecstasy. “Virgil! Yes, oh yes!”

“Not yet,” he grunted as my pussy clenched around his thick cock. His long thick cock, a thought that brought a happy smile to my face.

“Don’t. Come.”

“What?” I was so close and every time his cock slid into my body it brought me closer and closer to the edge, so close that eventually all I could do was stand on the edge and look out with rapture at what was waiting for me.

“Don’t,” he grunted and pulled back before slamming into me again. Hard. “Come.”

“Virgil.” I really wanted to come but as much as that was true, I wasn’t ready for this encounter to end. Plus it was really fucking hot the way he took control of me, something I’d never trust the boys I fucked to do, but Virgil was a man and I knew he was just the kind of guy to get off on knowing he got me off. Hard.

His body pressed harder against mine making it harder to breathe, and his hands tightened on my ass as his own pleasure neared the surface.

“Maze,” he growled and pumped into me harder. The intense look of hunger and desire on his eyes was too compelling to look away.

His starry gaze met mine and I was trapped, unable to look away. Unable to move away from the all-seeing eyes of Virgil as he fucked me with a reckless abandon that thrilled me. “Yes. Yes.”

He gave me exactly what I asked for, pumping hard and fast like his life depended on it and my body was there, ready for orgasm number two.

“Virgil,” I panted because my orgasm was barreling to the surface and I was powerless to stop it.

He grinned and it was dark and dangerous. That fucking grin sent a shiver through me that made me crack my head against the wall.

“Maisie. Come. Now.” He pressed his chest into mine and his hips moved at a speed impossible for a mere man and rather than think of the possibilities, I focused on the way his eyes changed shades of blue as his own pleasure came to the surface.

“Oh fuck, Maze!”

Glorious. That’s the word to describe what Virgil looked like when he was in the thick of passion. His ‘O’ face was a sight to behold, even as my own body shook uncontrollably, the convulsions refusing to lessen as his hips kept up a steady erotic torture.

“Vir-gil.” It was the only word on my lips for the long minutes it took before all the pleasure fled my body. “Ahh fuck, Virgil.”

That pulled a satisfied laugh out of him even as he continued to heave out harsh breaths. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he said and pressed his lips to the little hollow at the base of my throat.


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