Mayhem (Bleeding Mayhem MC #2) Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, Biker, MC, Novella Tags Authors: Series: Bleeding Mayhem MC Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 47117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
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He placed both his hands along her outer thighs and moved them under to cup her ass. Their eyes locked for a heartbeat.

The feel of his warm breath skating across her pussy could have made her come right then. He smirked, a hard slash across his mouth that was not one of amusement but one that told her he knew exactly the effect he had on her and was relishing in it.

“You want me sucking at your cunt, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she breathed that lone word.

And then he had his mouth on her, his tongue along her lips and clit. The feel of it on her exposed flesh had her eyes involuntarily closing and her head falling back against the cushion.

He used that muscle to run up her center, sucking and lapping at her wetness, causing more cream to spill from her. He was so incredibly slow with his ministrations, licking her like he was savoring a lollipop.

Butters found herself pressing closer to him, trying to tempt him to give her more. Given the situation she was in with him, her actions had her slightly mortified. Here she was pressing her pussy against his mouth, fucking herself on him.

Her hands seemed to have a mind of their own as she reached out and gripped handfuls of his hair. As if that had been the wrong move, Mayhem removed his mouth from her and leaned back.

She opened her eyes and blinked several times, reality slowly returning. Desire still pounded through her bloodstream crying out for more.

“Put your arms above your head and keep them there while I eat you out.” His tone brooked no argument.

She did as he said, because she needed his mouth on her desperately. When she clasped her hands together above her head, resting them on the top of the couch, he moved back between her legs and resumed licking her.

His tongue moved up and down her slit, teasing her clit on the upstroke, and pressing back into her cunt hole on the downstroke.

She was close to coming.

Mayhem was torturously slow, bringing her close to climax but not exerting enough pressure on her clit or finger-fucking her hard enough to actually push her over the edge.

Perspiration coated her skin even more as she tried in vain to come, as she tried to reach that precipice. She silently begged for him to suck on her clit again by rubbing her pussy on his mouth with more fervor.

Her fingers hurt from the strain of keeping them together. All she wanted to do was grip his head and shove it harder into her pussy.

Air left her lungs in moans and gasps. She couldn’t stop thrashing her head back and forth as the pleasure seemed to build.

“God, I’m so close.”

“Beg me to let you come. Let me hear your pleas.”

He was such a sadist torturing her like this.

At this point, she would have done anything to feel that crest of pleasure wash over her.

“Please, Mayhem. Please let me come.” The words left her on a whoosh of air, and she locked gazes with him. The look he gave her had her entire body tightening. As if he wanted to prolong her torture, she watched in rapt shock as he held her pussy lips apart with his thumbs and ran his tongue up her center.

His tanned, tattooed hands seemed so dark against her flesh.

When he reached her clit, he sucked on the engorged bundle of nerves. The rhythmic motions had her grinding herself against his mouth over and over again. He ever so gently ran his teeth along her clit.

Butters threw her head back as her whole body tensed. The orgasm that moved through her was intense and heady, just like him. He never stopped sucking on her but magnified the feeling by thrusting two thick fingers into her opening as she writhed.

When the tremors started to dissipate and her high leveled out, she breathed out a contented sigh. The blissful feeling was short-lived as she was lifted into strong arms.

A gasp escaped her, and she instinctively wrapped her arms around Mayhem’s neck and her legs around his waist. He was walking seconds later, and before she knew it, she was in his room with the door shut.

“I’m about to fuck you so hard, Butters.” His voice was so rough and deep, like sandpaper moving over her skin. Things were going to escalate, and she had no intention of stopping it.

Mayhem set her on the ground but kept his hands around her waist. They were so close that she felt the cool metal of his cock piercings press against the heated flesh of her belly. She swallowed and searched his face with her gaze.

Butters could see the redness of his mouth, the slight glossiness from eating her out. She even smelled herself on his mouth, a heady scent that seemed to make what they were doing even filthier.



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