Sins of the Father Read Online Marie James (Ravens Ruin MC #1)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, Dark, MC, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Ravens Ruin MC Series by Marie James
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Total pages in book: 82
Estimated words: 79504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 398(@200wpm)___ 318(@250wpm)___ 265(@300wpm)
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Naked and hard as a steel post, I position myself behind Candi, pulling her back against my chest so I can fondle her.

Ronan’s eyes follow the path of my hands, vacillating between the one on her tits and the one inching lower to her drenched pussy. His hand absently strokes the length of his cock, the ring in the head catching the light.

“Do you like a pierced dick?”

Is that his appeal to all of the women in the club? Is that what has their eyes meeting across the room all of the time? Is that shiny metal ring what’s going to land Ronan on the end of my rope?

“I’ve never had one before,” she answers.

“And it’ll stay that way,” I hiss before urging her forward. “On your elbows.”

She responds, leaning forward and arching her perfect ass, angling that pink slit of hers in my direction. Ronan is trembling, the hand working over his cock moving erratically. I almost laugh because I know exactly how he feels. The anticipation of her mouth had me acting the same way when I found her and Xena in the salon room.

“Don’t touch her,” I warn again.

He releases his cock and positions his hands down at his sides as her head inches forward.

“Fuck,” he groans.

My cock jolts, reminding me that I have the sweetest pussy mere inches away and I’m wasting time staring at the back of her dark head while she works over another man. I slam into her without warning.

“Shit,” Ronan hisses, his hands lifting to steady her when she lunges forward. They freeze when his eyes snap up to mine, then drop back down to the bed as his eyes snap shut.

“Open your eyes,” I command him. “Watch her. It’s the only time this will ever happen.”

With half-lidded and lazy eyes, he witnesses her head moving, sees the pink of her lips stretching to accommodate him.

She’s whimpering, moaning, and growing frustrated with me just shoved into her to the hilt and not moving. Taking responsibility for her own pleasure, she shifts forward, taking Ronan deeper before pressing back. She’s pistoning herself between both of our cocks, rocking and twisting her hips on my cock. I imagine Ronan’s getting the same treatment with her mouth. And just like every other time she’s near me, her pleasure becomes my pleasure. I let her have it. I let her take it. Leaning back on my heels, I give in to her need, becoming the toy she uses to please her own body.

Ronan grunts, alerting us that he’s close. “Prez?”

I know what he’s asking, and he’s one fucking smart man for bothering with the consideration.

“Swallow him, baby.”

His body shakes with near seizure-like movements, and Candi’s pussy clamps down on me. She loves that she’s pleased him, that her mouth is the sole reason for his pleasure. A prideful giggle erupts from her throat when Ronan pulls out and collapses back against the headboard. I lift her away from him immediately, pulling her back to my chest once again. She’s practically sitting on my cock, bouncing on it like a pogo stick.

“That’s is, baby. Make me come.” And she does, in the most glorious fashion.

With my head buried in the softness of her neck, my cock thickens and erupts. My orgasm is in perfect symphony with my heart rate, pulsing out of me to the same tempo.

“Get out,” I hiss. Candi begins to move away, but I hold her tighter. “Not you.”

I don’t pull my face from her sweet-smelling hair until I hear the bedroom door open and close. When my eyes open, I try to pretend Ronan was never here, that his cock didn’t just pull out of the warmest mouth I’ve ever known. Pretending doesn’t help. The disarray of the sheets, along with the couple of drops Candi was unable to swallow, stains my bed as well as my memories.

“Was it everything you dreamed of?” I ask as I fall to my side and pull her against my chest.

Her breaths haven’t fully evened out, and neither have mine.

“The only thing that would’ve made it better would’ve been him sucking your dick.”

I snort. This isn’t the first time I’ve listened to fantasies starring another man and me. Some of the whores in the club would go wild if they saw video footage from my time in prison. Nearly two years is a long-ass time, and people would be floored at knowing what others would do for a book of stamps, but on the outside, my dick is strictly made for pussy.

Her pussy, my head specifies.

“I promise, baby, that’s one thing on your list that will never happen.”

She grins against my chest, and my mouth mirrors the same.

My eyes shut when she shifts to get closer. I love it, the feel of her on my skin, her warm breath ghosting over the hair on my chest, the sporadic clench of her fingers on my abs. All of it.


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