Death Lords Motorcycle Club: Chelsea and Wrecker (The Motorcycle Clubs Series) by Ella Goode Page A
Authors: Ella Goode
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touch you. I couldn’t wait to get my hard-as-fuck dick inside your hot little cunt. You liked teasing me, didn’t you.”
“You deserved it. I’d been waiting for you.” She pants.
I slide two fingers inside her and she hitches up a bit to allow me better access.
“First time I laid my mouth on you I knew I’d never be able to taste another. You were made for me. I love everything about you. Your shape, your smell, your taste. The fucking feel of your tight pussy squeezing me like you can’t get enough.” I pump my fingers in and out, curling them forward to find that spongy bit of flesh that sets her off like a rocket. When she jumps in my lap, I know I’ve found it.
“I want you too much,” she moans. Her hands bite into my thighs as she uses me as leverage to grind down on my hand.
“No such thing, sweetness. No such thing.” I bite her neck and she goes off. My hand covers her scream, protecting her from unwanted attention. She pulses against me and coats my hand with her orgasm. I hold her as she comes down from her high.
When she’s done shuddering and shaking I pull my fingers out and lift her in my arms.
“Where we going?”
“Do you care?” I grin.
“Not as long as we’re together.” She wraps her arms around me and ignores the hoots of encouragement that follow us up to the second floor of the granary. Down the corridor I walk until I find an empty room. And then I lay her down and begin our own private party.
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HIS MAD PASSION
ELLA GOODE
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When Chelsea is mocked in the grocery store of her hometown for being in a relationship with her stepbrother, she swallows her anger. If that's the worst thing that happens, who cares? She and Wrecker are finally together and that’s all that matters.
But police at the door of their apartment in the early morning hours shatters her new found happiness with Grant "Wrecker" Harrison--the boy who grew into the only man she'll love.
Wrecker has spent three years in prison and now that he's out, he's not going back even if that means running from his club, his old man, and the life he thought he always wanted. But he won't leave Chelsea behind this time or let anyone or anything take her from him.
THE MOTORCYCLE CLUBS • THE DEATH LORDS #6
The Motorcycle Clubs Series
His Wild Desire by Ella Goode
Off Limits by Ruby Dixon
Wanting It All by Kati Wilde
Her Secret Pleasure by Ella Goode
Packing Double by Ruby Dixon
Taking It All by Kati Wilde
Their Private Need by Ella Goode
Double Trouble by Ruby Dixon
Having It All by Kati Wilde
Their Fierce Need by Ella Goode
Betting It All by Kati Wilde
Double Down by Ruby Dixon
Their Lasting Claim by Ella Goode
Risking It All by Kati Wilde
Double or Nothing by Ruby Dixon
Burning It All by Kati Wilde
Coming Next
Slow Ride by Ruby Dixon
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CHELSEA
“ I t’s a shame how you can’t shop for simple things in Fortune anymore without being exposed to trash.” Mrs. Trainor’s not-so-quiet whisper carries over two aisles of Mrs. Carmichael’s grocery store. Annie Bloom tenses beside me. We’re in the dry goods section looking at cereal and Mrs. Trainor’s probably squeezing the shit out of some loaf of bread.
“Hush up, Jessica, or those chits will hear us and you’ll be getting a visit from a Death Lord,” hisses her companion. That’s likely Mary Wilson, a blue hair. Literally, she has blue hair. She comes into the Cut-n-Curl every two weeks to get a blue rinse. It’s supposed to counter the yellowing of super-white old lady hair, but blue? Mary’s got porcelain white skin and I think the blue makes her look older than her age, but I’m not her hairdresser so I keep my opinion to myself.
I’m staying blonde as long as
“You deserved it. I’d been waiting for you.” She pants.
I slide two fingers inside her and she hitches up a bit to allow me better access.
“First time I laid my mouth on you I knew I’d never be able to taste another. You were made for me. I love everything about you. Your shape, your smell, your taste. The fucking feel of your tight pussy squeezing me like you can’t get enough.” I pump my fingers in and out, curling them forward to find that spongy bit of flesh that sets her off like a rocket. When she jumps in my lap, I know I’ve found it.
“I want you too much,” she moans. Her hands bite into my thighs as she uses me as leverage to grind down on my hand.
“No such thing, sweetness. No such thing.” I bite her neck and she goes off. My hand covers her scream, protecting her from unwanted attention. She pulses against me and coats my hand with her orgasm. I hold her as she comes down from her high.
When she’s done shuddering and shaking I pull my fingers out and lift her in my arms.
“Where we going?”
“Do you care?” I grin.
“Not as long as we’re together.” She wraps her arms around me and ignores the hoots of encouragement that follow us up to the second floor of the granary. Down the corridor I walk until I find an empty room. And then I lay her down and begin our own private party.
T here’s more Wrecker and Chelsea in His Mad Passion available now at Amazon.com .
HIS MAD PASSION
ELLA GOODE
----
Are you reading a sample?
Click here to purchase HIS MAD PASSION at Amazon.com .
When Chelsea is mocked in the grocery store of her hometown for being in a relationship with her stepbrother, she swallows her anger. If that's the worst thing that happens, who cares? She and Wrecker are finally together and that’s all that matters.
But police at the door of their apartment in the early morning hours shatters her new found happiness with Grant "Wrecker" Harrison--the boy who grew into the only man she'll love.
Wrecker has spent three years in prison and now that he's out, he's not going back even if that means running from his club, his old man, and the life he thought he always wanted. But he won't leave Chelsea behind this time or let anyone or anything take her from him.
THE MOTORCYCLE CLUBS • THE DEATH LORDS #6
The Motorcycle Clubs Series
His Wild Desire by Ella Goode
Off Limits by Ruby Dixon
Wanting It All by Kati Wilde
Her Secret Pleasure by Ella Goode
Packing Double by Ruby Dixon
Taking It All by Kati Wilde
Their Private Need by Ella Goode
Double Trouble by Ruby Dixon
Having It All by Kati Wilde
Their Fierce Need by Ella Goode
Betting It All by Kati Wilde
Double Down by Ruby Dixon
Their Lasting Claim by Ella Goode
Risking It All by Kati Wilde
Double or Nothing by Ruby Dixon
Burning It All by Kati Wilde
Coming Next
Slow Ride by Ruby Dixon
Newsletter
Subscribe to the Motorcycle Clubs series newsletter and never miss a new release!
5
CHELSEA
“ I t’s a shame how you can’t shop for simple things in Fortune anymore without being exposed to trash.” Mrs. Trainor’s not-so-quiet whisper carries over two aisles of Mrs. Carmichael’s grocery store. Annie Bloom tenses beside me. We’re in the dry goods section looking at cereal and Mrs. Trainor’s probably squeezing the shit out of some loaf of bread.
“Hush up, Jessica, or those chits will hear us and you’ll be getting a visit from a Death Lord,” hisses her companion. That’s likely Mary Wilson, a blue hair. Literally, she has blue hair. She comes into the Cut-n-Curl every two weeks to get a blue rinse. It’s supposed to counter the yellowing of super-white old lady hair, but blue? Mary’s got porcelain white skin and I think the blue makes her look older than her age, but I’m not her hairdresser so I keep my opinion to myself.
I’m staying blonde as long as
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