Toxic (Satan’s Death Riders MC #1) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Contemporary, MC, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Satan's Death Riders MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92519 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 463(@200wpm)___ 370(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
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It looked like a nice sandwich.

“Why couldn’t you sleep?” she asked.

“I kept thinking about a raven-haired woman who I really want to fuck and show that it doesn’t have to be bad. That sex isn’t about getting on your knees and taking a cock and the man’s cum for pregnancy.”

“You don’t have to be so crude about it,” she said.

He chuckled. “Only stating a fact, babe.” He winked at her. “Do you want a sandwich?”

“Sure.”

She took a seat at the counter and watched as he spread some butter onto the bread, and then a piece of cheese and ham. He spread another slice of bread, placed it on top, and then handed it to her. Rosalie took it and bit, not even realizing how hungry she was.

“What is keeping you up?” Colt asked.

She was tempted to lie and say hunger, but she didn’t want to keep lying. “The same thing.”

“Ah, so you are thinking about my dick,” he said.

She rolled her eyes.

“There they go again,” he said, pointing a finger at her eyes.

“Stop it. Fine. Yes, I was thinking about your dick, but only because the kiss wasn’t awful.”

“And now you’re wondering what else could be good.”

“I’m a woman and…” She couldn’t bring herself to finish what she was going to say.

“You’re a woman who has needs, aren’t you?” he asked.

She took a bite of her sandwich as he closed the distance between her. His sandwich had already been left on the counter.

She chewed the mouthful she already had. “It’s not important.”

“How about we try something and you tell me if you think it’s important?”

Was this a big mistake? Rosalie had no idea and she swallowed most of her mouthful nearly whole. “Try something?”

“Trust me.”

“There are those two words again.”

“And I’m keeping Gabrielle and Petal safe. I’ve proven you can trust me.”

She rolled her eyes but put her sandwich down. Rosalie didn’t expect him to grip the back of the chair and spin it around, so that her back was to his chest.

“What are you doing?”

“Spread your legs and don’t panic.”

She pressed her lips together and wondered how she was going to be able to do that. Rather than panic, though, she took a deep breath, spread her legs, and waited.

At first, he put his hands on either side of her shoulders. His lips brushed the top of her head and she waited for what he was going to do next. This wasn’t anticipation, not at all. All he did was touch her and there was nothing great about that.

Then his hands moved and when he cupped her tits, she couldn’t help but tense up. The action was so unexpected and no one had ever touched her there before.

“Relax. I’m not going to hurt you. This is supposed to be fun.”

It took her several minutes, but she did eventually find herself relaxing, accepting his touch. Colt didn’t move fast, he took his time exploring her breasts, stroking over the mounded nipples, pinching them, soothing the peaks with the palm of his hand. She released a little moan as each touch seemed to go straight between her thighs.

“Do you like what I’m doing to you?” he asked.

“Yes.”

He chuckled.

Colt stopped one of his hands, and he started to slide down, going between her thighs. She sunk her teeth against her lip in an attempt to keep her moan in.

“Don’t stop it. Let it out. Let me know that what I’m doing feels good.”

She let out a guttural moan and he growled.

“That’s it, baby, let me hear it.”

He got to the waistband of the shorts she wore and he slipped beneath and then his fingers stroked over her clit. Another moan escaped her.

“I can feel how wet you are.” He stroked over her clit and then moved down toward her entrance. Rosalie tensed up, only he didn’t thrust a finger inside her. All he did was explore her.

“See, nothing has to be painful. It can all feel good. So good.” He went back to her clit and Rosalie couldn’t stop her eyes from falling closed. His touch was like magic. It set her world on fire and made her hungry for more.

He moved down and began to thrust in and out of her pussy, and this time it didn’t hurt. All the other times with Colt had hurt. There had been so much pain. She hated sex, but this was all her. She didn’t need to use lubrication.

“Come for me, Rosalie,” he said, bringing his fingers up toward her clit and began to focus on her nub. Back-and-forth, his fingers stroked, using one, then two, and she gasped, arching up against him, not wanting him to stop. The pleasure was intense and it set her on fire. “I’ve got you. You can let go. I’ll catch you.”

Rosalie came in his arms, shaken by the force of her first orgasm.



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