Ride My Beard (Hot-Bites #2) Read Online Jenika Snow, Jordan Marie

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors: , Series: Hot-Bites Series by Jenika Snow
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
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And maybe, just maybe if I learn enough to please him, he might want me back. If I please him, maybe he’ll keep me. Because Ryker Stone is the only man I want to touch me…ever.

Chapter 6

Ryker

I toss my keys on the table and go to the fridge to grab a beer. Truth is, I don’t need more alcohol, but after the interaction I had with Lola earlier tonight, I need something to take the edge off.

I pop the cap and drink half the beer before setting it on the counter and exhaling. My dick is hard, and the blood rushes through my body. I want to go back to the bar and take Lola right then and there, just press her to the fucking dumpster, push down her shorts and panties, and push my hard dick into her sweet pussy.

I moan at the thought.

I have no doubt she’ll be tight as hell, sucking at my cock, milking the cum from me. I groan at the thoughts that slam into my head, the images that are so filthy I could get off right in my jeans. I am a dirty bastard, and I make no claims that I’m not.

Lola deserves sweet and gentle, a man who will worship her body in a delicate way. I am rough and hardened, and used to raw fucking sex.

All I can think about are those assholes trying to touch her, trying to have her. She is mine. I know that with everything in me. I tried to warn her off tonight, even though I know that trying to pretend I can walk away and let her be with some other prick is unrealistic. I’ve known that I wanted her since it was legal, since I allowed myself to see her as a woman.

I was trying to give her a choice. I really was. I wasn’t prepared for her soft voice to pull me in further. I can still hear her words ringing in my ears.

“Maybe if you explained what you expected from me first, I wouldn’t be scared at all, Ryker. I really don’t think I would be—but only if it was you.”

How can a man fight that? I can’t. It doesn’t matter that the things I want to do to her are fucking dirty, maybe even depraved. She as much as offered herself to me and I can’t walk away. It’s not possible. No other woman could take her place, because it’s not just about having my cock buried deep in her pussy. It’s not just about filling her up with my cum and marking her as mine. It’s also about keeping her close. It’s about keeping her safe. I can do that better than any other man alive. I was born to do that. She’s mine.

I know the shitty life she’s had, that her mom is a whore who doesn’t even care about her. I know that she’s all alone, just trying to make a place for herself, just trying to survive.

I’m older than her, more experienced, and I can show her what she needs, what she’s never had.

I can show Lola that she doesn’t have to be alone. I’ll fuck up anyone who tries to hurt her, who tries to stand in my way from claiming her as mine. Even if the best thing for her is for me to walk away, for me to not get involved, that’s a dead end.

Going to the bar every night has proven that over and over again.

No, I know what I want and that’s Lola as mine, and I won’t try and fucking hide it or deny it any longer.

She invited me into her life; now it’s time to claim her. No more waiting.

I go into the bathroom and crank the shower, making sure the temperature is cold enough that it might get my arousal under control.

I strip out of my clothing and climb in, the initial shock of the frigid droplets on my flesh dimming the hunger that consumes me. My dick is rock hard, my need for her going strong.

Because I am done fighting Lola’s pull. I give in.

I reach down and grab my cock, stroking myself from root to tip. My forearm flexes, and I place my other hand on the tile in front of me. Hanging my head, I close my eyes and really start to work my palm over my shaft, faster and harder, thinking only of Lola.

I squeeze my eyes tight, picturing Lola on my bed, her legs spread, her pink virgin pussy on display. I imagine myself between her thighs, my mouth right by her sweet cunt, my warm breath bathing her pussy lips. I’d devour her, lick and suck her until she screamed my name, until she begged me to stop…pleaded for more, and her sweet pussy dripped on my beard.


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