Hot Moves – Summer Lovin Read Online Loni Ree

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 141(@200wpm)___ 113(@250wpm)___ 94(@300wpm)
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I lay her on the bed and crawl over her luscious body.

“You’re fucking beautiful,” I groan and run my finger around one of her sweet nipples, and she sighs my name as I close my lips around it.

Kissing my way to the other breast, I leave little nibbles along the way. When I suck her other nipple into my mouth, she drags her fingers through my hair to hold the back of my head tightly.

“Don’t stop,” she whimpers and rubs her curvy body against mine, sending electricity flowing down my spine.

She’s all fucking mine. “Nothing could stop me,” I growl and proceed to kiss every inch of her luscious body.

I press one finger just inside her tight pussy, and her inner walls clamp down on my digit.

Fuck. Imagining how good they’re going to feel massaging my sensitive cock nearly brings me to my knees. I ignore the urge to rush and concentrate on making sure my little bambolina is ready for me.

I slide my finger slowly in and out, making sure to watch her face for signs I’m hurting her. The tension in her curvy frame slowly relaxes and I slip a second finger in.

She mutters incoherently, begging me to hurry up. When I rub my thumb over her clit, she digs her heels into the soft bedding and lifts her hips, trying to get closer to my touch.

I run my tongue along the sweet-smelling skin between her tits.

My eyes cross when she reaches between our bodies to wrap her silky hand around my hard shaft. I call on every ounce of control I possess while letting her explore my cock. She rubs her thumb slowly over the head, and a shiver runs through my body as I fight the urge to come.

My patience eventually runs out and I devour her sweet lips as I line my cock up with her tight opening.

I stare into her aquamarine eyes and slowly press my hips forward. Her silky inner walls flutter around my hardness as she grips my shoulders.

“Just so you know,” she breathes against the side of my throat, “I’m not experienced at this.”

I lean back and stare into her eyes. “That makes me very happy.”

“Caveman.” She sighs and wiggles her hips, encouraging me to move.

“Your caveman.” I suck the sensitive skin at the base of her throat into my mouth, leaving my mark.

“That’s right.” She stares up at me, and the emotion shining from her eyes warms my heart. “And I’m keeping you.”

“That’s my line.” I kiss her soft lips and slide my tongue into her mouth as I slowly thrust into her sweet pussy.

NINE

MIRA

I dig my nails into his muscular shoulders as he presses slowly forward. He gingerly rolls his hips to the side, and the slight sting slowly turns into a small spark of pleasure.

His body is pressed against mine, a solid, comforting weight that makes me feel both safe and utterly consumed.

Our breaths come in synchronized rhythms, heavy and rapid, filling the space with an electric charge. Lorenzo's hands trace patterns on my skin, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touch. There's a tenderness in his eyes, but beneath it, a fierce intensity that sends shivers down my spine.

As he kisses me deeply, his lips are demanding and possessive, and I meet his passion with my own. The world narrows to the sensation of his mouth on mine, the taste of him, the heat of his body fusing with mine.

When he pulls back, I wrap my legs around his waist to pull him closer. His gaze locks onto mine, a silent promise lingering in the depths of his dark eyes.

The sensation is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and a slight edge of pain that quickly melts away into sheer bliss. I gasp, my nails digging into his back instinctively as my body adjusts to the intense fullness. The rawness of the connection, the sheer physicality of it, sends waves of sensation rippling through me.

“Lorenzo,” I whisper, his name a breathless vow, an anchor in the storm of our passion.

He growls softly in response, deep and primal, and begins to move with a rhythm that speaks of both control and passionate abandon. Each thrust ramps up the undeniable chemistry between us.

I hold on tightly. I’m sure my fingernails are leaving red marks on his back, an outward mark of the pleasure and need coursing through me. My breasts press against his chest, the steady thumping of our hearts blending into one.

His pace quickens, causing sparks to flow down my spine as each movement drives me closer to the edge. My hips move in sync with his, rising to meet each thrust, the friction and heat a tantalizing prelude to the release building within me.

Lorenzo murmurs my name against my skin, his lips finding my neck, then my collarbone, and leaving a trail of kisses that make me tremble. It's as if he's worshipping me, claiming me with every touch, every movement.



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