Hold Him Like Gravity (Lombardi Famiglia #4) Read Online Jessica Gadziala

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Lombardi Famiglia Series by Jessica Gadziala
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Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76065 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 380(@200wpm)___ 304(@250wpm)___ 254(@300wpm)
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His hands shifted behind my back, working my clasps free, then pulling the straps down my shoulders, before tossing the bra away completely.

That rumble, now more of a growl, moved through him again.

Then he was suddenly pressing his face between my breasts, taking a deep breath as a shiver moved down my spine at the nearness of him, the intimacy of the gesture.

But then his head shifted and his lips closed around my nipple, making a strangled moan escape me as my hand slapped on the back of his head, holding him against me as he sucked, licked, grazed with his teeth.

He shifted, continuing the sweet torture at my other breast as my hips rocked against him with wild abandon, every muscle in my body taut, desperate for relief from the need coiled in my core.

When he pulled away, his lips claimed mine again as his hands went up, working my hair free of my ponytail until the strands fell and teased across the bare skin of my shoulders.

I reached out, grabbing at his shirt, pulling until he sat up and pulled it off himself, tossing it to the side. Then he was grabbing me, pulling me against him.

His groan was muffled by my moan at the feel of his bare skin against me.

“Lift up,” he demanded, then grabbed my hips and pulled when I didn’t immediately do what he wanted.

His hands slid down my sides, grabbing the waistbands of my pants and panties, and drawing them down. I shifted, allowing him to free each leg.

Then I was completely bare for him.

His hands wasted no time sliding over my ass, squeezing. Then his hand was between my thighs, stroking up my cleft, making my legs shake.

“So wet for me already,” he murmured as his fingers slid down, then slipped inside of me, making a whimper escape me.

His gaze flicked to mine, intense, his lids heavy with his own desire as he watched me while his fingers retreated, then thrust back into me.

“Been thinking of nothing but this all fucking day,” he said, his fingers thrusting harder, driving me up faster.

My little mewls and whimpers were growing to loud moans as he flattened his palm against my cleft, engaging my clit as his fingers kept working me.

Getting close, I leaned forward, pressing my face into his neck as my walls tightened hard.

“That’s it,” he murmured, his free hand massaging the back of my neck, “come for me.”

Just like that, I did, crying out as the waves crashed over and over through me.

My body went slack as my heart hammered, as my breath came in shallow, frantic huffs.

Rico’s fingers were still inside me, doing lazy little circles that somehow managed to make the need start to grow once again.

Sensing the change, Rico was suddenly moving, sliding down. By the time I even understood his intentions, he was on the floor with only his head left on the couch cushions… right between my legs.

A moan escaped me even before I felt his tongue trace up my cleft to find my clit. He worked it in slow circles that had my thighs shaking, had me grabbing the back of the couch and panting for breath as the need for release grew more and more insistent with each passing second.

His fingers were still inside of me, thrusting, circling, then turning and stroking against my top wall.

My cries filled the apartment as he drove me closer and closer to the edge before, mercifully, pushing me over.

I was still folded forward, my face buried against the back of the couch to muffle the moans as I came when Rico slid out from under me, came up behind me, his fingers gliding over me.

Down my sides, the outside of my thighs, over my ass, up my back, and, finally, around to cup my breasts, pulling me back against him as his lips dipped in at my neck.

I let him tease me for another minute or two as a bit of calm came back to my breathing.

Then I was reaching for him, pressing him down on the couch, and moving to straddle him again.

I’d never been comfortable taking charge, but there was just something about Rico that made me feel safe, feel comfortable exploring him like he’d done me.

My lips kissed up his jaw, down his ear, the column of his neck, teasing the pulse with the tip of my tongue, then continuing down.

His breathing went fast and shallow as I kissed down his chest, then moved toward his stomach. His muscles tensed under the touch and his hand slapped down on the back of my neck as I kept moving lower. Not pushing, just holding on.

My lips met the waistband of his jeans, and I teased my tongue across it as my hand moved between to work his button and zipper free.



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