Mine to Keep (Southern Wedding #8) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Southern Wedding Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84071 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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“I’m going to come,” I warn her, and she wraps her legs around my waist.

“Come inside me,” she says before I roar out her name.

twenty-seven

Grace

My eyes fly open when I feel his tongue slide up my slit. I’m on my back in the middle of his bed, one arm by my head, one arm draped beside me where he is supposed to be. “Hmm,” I hum when I look down, watching him slide his tongue around my clit. “Sensitive.” I arch my back up but move my hand to his head, keeping him there. “Yes,” I hiss when he slides a finger into me, trying not to wince from the tenderness. Last night was the best night of my life, hands down. “More,” I urge as he slides another finger into me, and this time, I hiss, and he stops. “I will hurt you.” I glare at him. “Then I won’t be able to get dick for a while and have to turn to my trusty side table friend.”

“I shouldn’t have started this.” He smirks at me. “But I woke up, and you were there. Naked. Open.” He takes another lick. “And I wanted to slide into you.”

“Yes,” I agree, pushing his head back into my pussy. “But first, make me come like this.”

“I’ve created a monster.” He sucks my clit into his mouth, and I can’t help but open my legs wider.

“It’s your monster cock that created this monster,” I inform him as soon as he flexes his fingers in me, rubbing over the spot he knows will drive me crazy. “I might be addicted to it.”

“Just like my cock is addicted to your pussy,” he replies, and I can’t answer him because my eyes roll to the back of my head as I come on his fingers. I clamp down on them and try to ride the orgasm out, but his fingers are taken out of me, and before I have a chance to complain, he fills me. “Yes,” I say when I feel him on top of me, but he quickly flips onto his back, having me on top of him. “Oh.” I look down at him. “Is it my turn?”

“Looks that way,” he says as his hands go to my ass, squeezing it before he moves me up and down a bit.

“If it’s my turn, stop moving me,” I hiss, and he laughs. “Let me ride.” Placing my hands on his chest, I move up a bit and then down. I lean forward on his chest and start moving a touch faster, my hair falling around us. He moves one hand from my ass to push my hair up and away from our faces.

“I love watching you come with my cock inside you,” he states as I ride him, my forehead on his as I move up and down on his cock.

His hands go back to my ass. “You know what I love?” I can’t even speak because his cock is rubbing all the right spots.

“My cock.”

“Yes,” I hiss, “but also when you roar out my name right as you come, knowing I made you lose that control.” I close my eyes because I’m so close it’s taking all of my concentration.

“Your pussy is getting tighter, choking my cock,” he growls between clenched teeth. “I’m close.” I slam down on his cock and don’t move because I can’t, I’m too busy coming on his cock. His hands move from my ass to around my waist, and he’s flipping me over again. “My turn,” he states, and I don’t have time to catch a breath before he pounds into me, unlike the first time when he went easy. “Fucking done, ruined.” He pulls out and slams back in again. His balls hit my ass, and just like before, I’m coming again. I wrap my legs around his waist just as he roars out the name I love to hear. “Grace!” He plants himself to the root of his cock and then buries his face in my neck.

It's my second favorite thing I love that he does. I wrap my legs and then my arms around him as he gets his breathing back to normal, basking in everything that Caine is. “That’s my second favorite position,” I say, and he unburies his head from my neck, looking at me. “I think I still like you on top of me better.” He smiles at me. “But then I really did like when you bent me over in the kitchen last night.” His smile gets even bigger, probably remembering it. “But I would like to try on my hands and knees.”

“Make a list,” he says as he slips out of me and out of my arms, “and we can work down it.”

“My list is really long,” I inform him, and he holds out his hand for me. “We should work through the Kama Sutra.” I get out of bed at the same time his phone alarm rings.



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