Pretty Daring Read online Jessa Kane (Rags to Riches #5)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Rags to Riches Series by Jessa Kane
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 115(@200wpm)___ 92(@250wpm)___ 77(@300wpm)
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My thighs start to shake uncontrollably. “Please, please come inside me.” The words emerge from deep inside me and I know they’re loud enough to be heard through the whole house, through even the thickest door, but I can’t help it. I exist in this moment only for what happens between me and Ezra. “Please. Fill me up. I want it so bad.”

“Oh fuck,” he grunts, his movements becoming disjointed. “Oh fuck, going to come so hard in your tight cunt. It’s slurping me up just like your hungry little mouth did.”

“I love sucking you,” I moan.

“Goddamn. What you do to me, Ophelia. I can’t hold it anymore.”

Ezra falls forward, flattening me on the bed so unexpectedly, the breath expels from my lungs, his powerful hips ramming into me, no doubt leaving bruises behind, his shouts of release vibrating in my neck. He ejaculates with so much force, I feel the rough spurts land deep in my core, the trunk of his shaft rubbing on the secret spot inside me—and I peak again, my screams loud enough to wake the dead. My legs are shoved open by impatient, hair-covered thighs as he continues to drain himself inside me, wetness spilling free of my entrance and drenching the comforter, my thighs, everything. Still Ezra drives himself inside me, over and over again, until he finally falls beside me with a growl of my name.

He turns me on my side and pulls me up against his chest, stroking my back with an unsteady hand, his warm breath coasting over my forehead.

“I guess I should be sorrier your father caught us, but I’m too much of a possessive bastard when it comes to you, Ophelia. I want it understood by every male on both sides of the equator that you’re mine. Just. Mine,” he says, tucking a loose hair behind my ear. “But I damn sure don’t like the idea of you being upset. Are you? Upset that he saw us?”

I’m boneless from our lovemaking and snuggling up against his chest like a kitten.

Telling him we can’t be together right now would be laughable. Tomorrow will have to be soon enough. “He’s not a man who likes his pride tested,” I whisper, dazedly. “We’ll pay for it somehow.”

“You won’t pay for shit, Ophelia. Nothing bad happens to you while I’m around.”

In the morning, I’m going to tell him about Wagner. Because I believe Ezra when he says nothing bad will happen to me when he’s around. And because I can’t even contemplate another man touching me after Ezra’s hands have been on my body.

I press my face into his chest hair and inhale deeply, letting his scent seep into my bones. I’m falling asleep, totally replete of anything resembling energy. That must be why my defenses drop completely and just as I’m drifting off, I whisper. “I love you, Ezra.”

His thundering heartbeat is the last thing I remember.

Ezra

She loves me.

If I jumped off a mountain peak right now, I would fly. I’m sure of it.

Fuck. How a coarse, filthy-mouthed ex-convict who looks like me scored a sweet princess like Ophelia is a fucking phenomenon. But I’m keeping her. I’m going to build her an empire and place her on a throne where I can worship at her feet for the rest of my life.

God help anyone who tries to stop me.

I have a feeling her father will.

That’s why I’ve left my girl sleeping like an angel in her bed and I’m walking down the hallway toward her father’s office. We’re going to meet face to face like men—again—and this time I’ll be wearing clothes and I won’t be balls deep in his daughter.

If I have my way, though, I’ll be balls deep again by morning.

Just thinking about her tight, juicy pussy makes my mouth water. In the space of a few days, she’d gone from a virgin to a wet, whimpering little cock slave. They don’t make women like Ophelia. She’s a gift from heaven. I can’t believe I’m with her. I can’t even believe she let me put a single finger on her, let alone lie beside her in that bed. Kiss her lips that are still swollen from sucking my cock. I feel like a fucking bear right now, my chest swelled up with the right to protect her. The right to…marry her.

But that right is something I’m going to get from her father.

I don’t particularly care if he approves of me or not. Her approval is all I need. But I could see the furrow in her brow when I brought up her father. She’s still a young girl and living with the man. Of course she doesn’t want to alienate him. It’s her father. I never knew mine, but they must have some kind of relationship that she doesn’t want to lose. So here I am, prepared to play nice when I really want to be back in bed with Ophelia.


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