Preacher (Reckless Souls MC #4) Read Online KB Winters

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Reckless Souls MC Series by KB Winters
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 69993 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 350(@200wpm)___ 280(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
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“They didn’t touch you?” I ask and pull her close again.

“Not like that.”

Gia winces, and I pull back before she’s able to hide the pain from me.

“Gia. Show me.”

“It’s nothing,” she says and swats my hand away.

“If it’s nothing, then you won’t mind showing me.” I lift her t-shirt and let out a loud, angry roar. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

She smiles, and it’s bright and genuine this time. “Let me do it.”

“Maybe I will,” I whisper in her ear.

“Later,” she sighs. “But for now, I think we should do like you suggested and make the most of this second chance. Naked.”

“Hold on a sec. Where’s your purse?” I say, looking around the kitchen. "Did you bring it back?"

She picks her purse up off the counter. “Yeah. It's right here. Why?"

“Good. Now let me get that tracker out of there before we go any further,” I say, taking the purse from her.

I unzip the main compartment and dump the contents onto the counter. Wallet, keys, makeup, phone… ah, there it is. A tiny black disc with a green LED light blinking in the center.

I pick it up between my thumb and forefinger and drop it into a glass of water on the counter. The light goes out immediately.

“There. That should take care of that,” I say, turning back to Gia. “Now, where were we?”

"What was that all about? We're you tracking me?"

I shake my head. "I wasn't. Wild Man put it in your purse the first time you were at the clubhouse. He was just trying to make sure you were safe. That’s actually how we found you."

"I appreciate that, but next time just ask me first, okay?"

"Okay. I promise." I wrap my arms around her and pull her close. "Now, where were we?"

“A good, hard fuck. Please.”

It’s the please that gets to me and tears me apart in a thousand different ways. “Gia.”

“I mean it, Preacher. What I want right now is you. Inside of me making me feel good,” she presses her body against mine. “Make me forget the past few hours.”

Before she can take her next breath, my mouth is on hers in a crushing kiss that sends my heart into overdrive. As soon as our tongues touch, Gia presses her body against mine and moans into my mouth. My cock stands at attention, and I push my hips against hers.

“Yes, Preacher. That’s what I need. You are all I need.”

Her words hit me right in the chest, and I deepen the kiss as my hands move quickly to unsnap the button on her pants, suddenly hungry to have her. I pull back to remove her t-shirt and bra, letting out another pissed-off grunt at that bruise on her chest.

Hector is a dead man.

Instead of dwelling on him, I lean forward and press a soft kiss to that ugly bruise and down her stomach while my hands get rid of her pants first and then her panties.

“Come here,” I growl and lift her up on the island counter. She opens her legs, and I get the perfect view of her plump pussy lips, her swollen pink clit, glistening and throbbing.

Her eyes flutter shut as she arches into me when I slide two fingers up and down the length of her seam. “Yes! I honestly thought I’d never get to feel this again.”

Her words, guttural and visceral, do something to me, and I grip her thighs, holding them far apart while I devour her pussy. She’s wet instantly, her sweet honey leaking out of her and landing on my tongue. Sweet and spicy.

I don’t give Gia soft and tender mouth loving, not right now. That’s not what she needs. She needs it hot and hard, a little rough, to remind her that she is alive. I nibble her pussy with more teeth than usual, smiling at the wild sounds she lets out.

“Preacher, fuck yeah!” One hand grips a handful of my hair and tugs me closer as she pushes against my face. “Yes!” Her grip tightens, and she grinds against me, fucking my face as she comes alive.

My tongue moves faster, and I thrust two fingers deep in her dripping cunt, enjoying the low wail of pleasure she lets out. Her sounds motivate me, and I finger fuck her harder to hear those sounds again, slurping at her clit until she’s panting and cursing and shouting my name.

“Preacher, fuck! Yes!” Her hips move back and forth, leaving a trail of hot honey from my nose to my chin. “Preacher,” she cries out as her first orgasm hits.

As Gia comes down from her impossible high, I remove my dripping fingers and slowly ease one into her tight asshole, continuing to eat her pussy. She’s laughing and crying, hips still moving as I give her what she needs.

What we both need.



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