Greedy Girl – 7 Deadly Sins Read Online M.K. Moore

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 8
Estimated words: 7091 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 35(@200wpm)___ 28(@250wpm)___ 24(@300wpm)
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“You’re so fecking beautiful,” I groan. I put my hands in her dark hair and pull her to me. My lips are on hers before my next breath. Her hands reach between us. She opens my belt and lets my pants fall to the floor. When her little hand wraps around my dick, I forget how to breathe. She tentatively moves her hand up and down, tightening into a fist as she goes. I groan and have to move her hand away before this becomes embarrassing.

“Kellen?” she asks, her voice low and full of heat as soon as I move my lips away from her. She’s one of those deadly sins, one I will gladly commit for the rest of my life.

“Yeah, baby?” I ask.

“Make me yours. Please, I need you,” her voice is desperate now. How can I refuse her? How can I deny her when I want the same damn thing so fucking bad?

Without another word, I grab my dick and place it at her entrance. “Don’t go slow,” she says, looking me right in the eyes. Then she winks, and I am lost. With a thrust forward, I surge through her virginity, making her mine. Soon, I am fucking into her with reckless abandon. She is meeting me thrust for thrust, and her little moans are my undoing. They are driving me fecking crazy. My hands grip her hips, tighter and tighter. Her little pussy squeezes me over and over.

“So tight,” I groan through clenched teeth. Over and over, I own her, claim her.

“I’m coming,” she moans under me, and I feel a thousand feet tall. She screams my name, and I can’t hold back any longer. I fill her with my seed and hopefully my baby. My breathing is just as ragged as hers. She squirms under me, reaching for me. Leaning down, I kiss her again and again—her lips, her neck, what I can see of her chest.

“That was amazing,” I say, pulling out of her.

“Does that mean I got the job?” she asks, standing. Her dress falls back down to her knees. Her question causes me to frown. Did my girl just give up her cherry for a shitty job? Then she grins. “Just kidding.”

I pull her to me by her waist. She giggles until I kiss her breathless.

“What am I going to do with you?” I ask, smiling at her.

“Whatever you want. I think that we’ve already established that I’m yours.”

“So we did. So we did. You’re coming home with me,” I say, not really giving her a choice. My townhouse in Murfreesboro will do for the two of us now, but when we start having kids, it won’t work anymore, but we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.

Chapter Three

Kitty

Okay. What the heck was that? I think to myself as I catch my breath for the second time. His kisses should be illegal. It should also be illegal that a man who has never been with a woman knows how to do that. Maybe he can just do that to me, though. I’ve never felt so alive. I want to do that with him again and again. If my parents were here right now, I am pretty sure they’d be looking for a priest to perform an exorcism on me. I have been decidedly devilish, and I want more of it.

His question about going home with him was really more of a statement, and I’m here for it. I just nod and let him lead me back downstairs and of the back of the bar through the kitchen. He helps me into the passenger seat of his large SUV, and I put my seatbelt on while he walks around to the driver’s side. As soon as he starts the car, the latest Blake Shelton song is playing.

“I love Blake Shelton,” I say, reaching to turn the radio up.

“He’s a nice guy,” Kellen says as he pulls out into traffic.

“You know Blake Shelton?”

“Yeah. He owns a bar just down the street from mine, but I first met him at a fundraiser at Keith Urban and Nicole Kidman’s house.”

“Oh,” I say, seriously about to lose my cool.

“Are you hungry?” he asks.

“Yes. I worked up quite an appetite,” I say, giggling.

“What would you like? We can stop anywhere.”

“What does ice cream taste like?” I blurt out. You’d think that would be the first thing Keke, and I bought, but regular food was a top priority.

“You’ve never had ice cream?” he asks incredulously.

“My parents were… strict. There’s a lot of things I’ve never eaten or done.”

“Ice cream it is then,” he says, pulling into an ice cream parlor. Tennessee is kinda quaint. This is an actual old-timey ice cream parlor complete with a soda fountain. We get out of the car and go inside. I stand at the counter, completely overwhelmed. My parents didn’t prepare me anything. We went to an all-girls private school from kindergarten to graduation. The only boys we ever saw were in Sunday school, and they were on their best behavior then. I have no real-world knowledge, and I hope it doesn’t come back to bite me in the ass. I’ve Googled a lot, read a lot of books, and watched a lot of movies I shouldn’t have, but something tells me I am missing something. Something only Kellen can teach me.


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