Craving His Virgin Mate (Poison Wolves MC #2) Read Online Sam Crescent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Fantasy/Sci-fi, MC, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Poison Wolves MC Series by Sam Crescent
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Total pages in book: 46
Estimated words: 44098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 220(@200wpm)___ 176(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
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“Step,” he said.

Agatha’s body shook a little from the orgasm but she reached down, touched his thick shoulders, and stepped out of the jeans. One, then the other.

“Good girl.”

She loved that. She didn’t even know why she did, but she loved it.

He slid the panties from her body, and part of her was a little disappointed he didn’t just tear them off. Not that she had the money to replace all of her torn panties.

Naked.

Boyan still had on his jeans and as he stood, about to reach for her, Agatha sunk to her knees in front of him.

“Agatha,” he said. Her name seemed to be a warning on his lips.

She smiled up at him.

“What?” she asked. “I’m naked and I think it’s only fair that you are as well.”

This was pure instinct. Agatha didn’t have a clue what she was doing. It was this feeling that she followed, almost a gut reaction when it came to Boyan.

She reached for his jeans. She had already taken care of the button moments before, and now she handled the zipper. Grabbing the waistband of the jeans, she slid them down his body, staring up at him as she did so. He’d already kicked off his boots, and this time he stepped out of them. Boyan didn’t need to use her for leverage as he already knew what he was doing. All that remained were the boxer briefs.

One quick glance and she saw how erect he was. Her mouth watered. She wanted to taste him, to feel him sliding between her lips as she sucked him down.

“What are you thinking?” he asked.

His voice seemed deeper, gruffer.

“I want to taste you,” she said, and licked her lips as she spoke.

He growled.

“Then take my dick out and suck it.”

Chapter Ten

Boyan was hanging on by a thread.

He had promised himself he wasn’t going to fuck Agatha. That he would enjoy her body, and show her everything, but that didn’t seem to be working. No, he wanted inside her.

His wolf was so close to the surface, and seeing her on her knees right now, mere inches from his dick, he struggled. This need to fuck her, to fill her stomach with his seed and completely take her, overwhelmed him.

He watched her intently, waiting for any sign that she didn’t want this or him. She reached for his boxer briefs and tugged them down. He kicked them off the last part, and then stood. His cock was already hard as fucking rock. It had been from the moment he’d entered the kitchen at the bar and watched her. Staring at her curvy ass, admiring the length of her body, thinking about her naked and spread out, waiting to take all of him. Her hands circled his length, and he reached out, wrapped her hair around his fist, and stared into her eyes.

“Don’t use your teeth.”

He had a feeling Agatha was a virgin. Again, this was all just a feeling. Her touch was untutored, natural, nothing planned or conniving. What Agatha did was down to her reactions, and he loved that.

She closed that short distance between them and then her lips circled his cock. Boyan tried not to close his eyes, but the pleasure was out of this world. She only took the tip of his cock to start and then, slowly, sunk on his length until he hit the back of her throat. He pulled back, but he knew he’d wanted to go deeper, to fuck her throat, to get her to take all of him, every single inch. She didn’t use her teeth, and she bobbed her head, sucking him in.

Boyan counted to ten to try and keep some semblance of control, but there was none. No control, no nothing. There was just pleasure, immense, immeasurable pleasure. He didn’t want to come in her mouth, though.

Another feeling consumed him of sinking his cock into her pussy, and filling her with his cum. He let go of her hair but not before he’d pulled her lips from his cock. He didn’t give her time to protest as he lifted her onto the sofa, spread her legs wide, and then proceeded to lick between the lips of her sex. She tasted so fucking good. So sweet and ripe, and he had to have more.

Sliding his tongue back and forth across her clit, she was still so sensitive from the last orgasm he’d given her, she wasn’t ready for a second. He took his sweet time, rocking back and forth, then around, then moving down to her entrance. When he finally took her, it would be with his dick. Tracing the entrance, he moved back up toward her clit, sucking the nub into his mouth, hearing her moans of pleasure.

That’s it, baby, come for me.

He grabbed her hips, holding her in place as he worked her clit, drawing her closer to orgasm.


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