INSIDE BROKEN (A Devil Call MC Book) (Talon & Everly Book One) (Devil Call MC - Talon & Everly 1)

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against the wall. Each sound made the
scene hotter. Everly ’ s body
was willing and her moans were intense. I squeezed at Everly ’ s chest hard. She finally moved
her hands from the dresser and put them to mine. She wrestled with my fingers
as I fucked her hard and fast. I let her win the small battle. She directed one
hand down her body and one hand to her face.
    So there I was, one hand cupping
Everly ’ s face, fingers in
her hair. It kept her gaze to me. My other hand was down at her smooth skin. I
sought out her clit and pressed hard. Everly screamed and leaned forward.
    I gave Everly my mouth and we
kissed wildly as she started to climax again. Her pussy was so tight and warm
as she throbbed against me. I felt her entire orgasm as her body ached to
release pleasure and moisture. The intense feeling rolled through my own body.
I quickly lost control of myself and started to thrust harder. My hands moved
up and down Everly ’ s
perfect body, feeling the warmth of her skin, the silky touch of her sweat, and
I didn ’ t stop until I was
holding her face. Both hands held her face as I thrust harder and faster. I was
right there, right on the fucking edge of explosion. I opened my mouth, knowing
if I dared to say something right then, it would probably be stupid and life
changing.
    So I just thrust harder and brought
my mouth to Everly ’ s. Our
tongues touched and I thrust one more time, deep into her body, and I started
to come. I crashed forward with my entire body, hitting Everly ’ s body. She then crashed into
the mirror. I put a fist out to brace us, just in time to hit the mirror and
shatter it.
    I didn ’ t stop coming. I didn ’ t
stop thrusting. I didn ’ t stop
kissing her.
    I didn ’ t care about some fucking mirror. Not with a pussy
like that, so tight, so wet, so eager and willing.
    I swear I came for ten minutes. In
reality, I had long since stopped but still continued to ease my way in and out
of Everly ’ s body. Bringing
her down from her own orgasm and enjoying the feel of her sex with mine.
    When I finally pulled out of Everly,
I took her with me. I carried her to the bed and placed her down. She sat up
and looked even more beautiful. Her lips were puffy from kissing me so hard.
Her breasts were heavy, nipples still hard. Her stomach breathing heavy. And
the glistening touch of her pussy as she had her legs spread just enough to
tease me.
    “ We
broke the mirror, ” she
said.
    “ I
don ’ t care. ”
    “ That ’ s … what … seven years bad luck? ”
    I smiled and put a finger to Everly ’ s chin and kept her gaze to
mine. “ Baby, seven years of
bad luck is nothing compared to what I am. If you ’ re
worried about a broken fucking mirror, then you better start running now. ”
    I took my hand away and let Everly
make her decision.
    I never did that with chicks,
man. I never. Ever. Fuck. What was wrong with me?
    Everly slid back on the bed, moving
slow and seductive.
    She took her spot at the head of my
bed and I nodded.
    Little did she know that she just made the most life changing decision of her life.

 
    10.
     
    (Everly)
     
    My body ached. Pleasure still moved
like a drug working to turn a good high into a great one. I was weak but fought
it off. I never had a man touch me like Talon had. It wasn ’ t fucking … it was … something else . He was so long, so thick, harder than anything that had
been placed into my delicate body. It was like being opened for the first time.
My breasts were sore from his hands. My nipples extra tender from his fingers
and teeth.
    I don ’ t
know why, but Talon tried giving me an out. But when I thought about the broken
mirror, I didn ’ t care. I
didn ’ t give a shit about
what waited in the world for me. If a broken mirror could cause years of bad
luck, then what did the world really have in store for everyone? I ’ d seen dead bodies, gun fights,
fists fights. But that broken mirror was not bad luck. It was a sign of
something

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