CUTTER, 4 (Red Sin MC)

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Authors: Alexa Rynn
Tags: Suspense, Romance, Contemporary, romantic suspense, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages), Mystery & Suspense
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could already feel my stiff dick starting to jerk, begging to cum all over her mouth.
    I moved my hand underneath and placed it over the back of her head, pushing her up and down deeper and harder so that I could get off faster. I shoved myself so far down her throat that I heard her gasp a few times. It took every single ounce of control I had to not groan the way I wanted to, to not scream out in satisfaction at how good she felt giving me head like the good girl she was.
    I gave it one final thrust and then allowed myself to burst all over the inside of her mouth. I panted and moved my hand off her, trying to catch my breath. Grace pulled herself up and wiped at the side of her mouth, burying her head into my chest and gasping.
    “Oh my God,” she whispered while shaking her head.
    Oh my God was right.
    I’d finally found the woman of my dreams.
    ***
    GRACE

 
    I felt like I had found the man of my dreams. Cutter literally left me breathless after every exchange I had with him. I couldn’t believe I’d actually let him fuck me inside of a closet and then sucked his dick in a moving van with two of his brothers less than ten feet away from us.
    Who was I and what had I done with the real Grace?
    But maybe this was a new Grace, the Grace that would do anything for the man she loved; or secretly loved. Or whatever it was you wanted to call it. All I knew was that Cutter had me doing things I thought I never would. And he had me feeling damn good about doing them, too.
    I leaned back on the bed back in Cutter’s room and let out a long breath. What a night it had been. Long and full of things I’d never imagined happening. All I wanted to do was curl up and take the longest nap ever. I closed my eyes and turned on my side, snuggling in.
    I’d just started to doze off when the door swung open and Heather came bursting in, full of energy. “Grace,” she called out loudly like I wasn’t only a few feet away from her. “There you are! Why haven’t you picked up your phone? I’ve been calling you for hours!”
    I popped one eye open. “My phone is on silent, I’m tired. I was going to call you after I woke up from a nap,” I told her, hoping she would get the hint that I wanted to rest now.
    She didn't.
    Instead, she swung the door shut behind her and threw herself down on the bed next to me. “Nap? How could you nap at a time like this? I’m full of energy! After being trapped in the car with Blaze for hours while he gave me lecture after lecture about being more responsible I feel like I could burst!” She threw her hands up in the air. “I’m just dying to get out and do something wild!”
    “Wild?” I frowned. We had just chased her brother across two states and followed him into an old warehouse filled with men with guns, where we shot and killed a bunch of them. And somehow we had lived to talk about it. How much wilder did she want to get?
    “Yeah, wild!” She gave her dark hair a flick with her small hand. “Let’s go pick up your sister and get wild!” She started jumping up and down on the bed, excited.
    Had she lost her marbles? The only wild thing my little sister was going to be doing was eating lots of healthy foods and getting a good nights rest. Anything extreme was off limits when it came to her.
    “I’m not doing anything wild! Especially not with my baby sister!”
      Heather sighed. “But don’t you want to get out? Did my brother not drive you as crazy as Blaze was making me? He wouldn’t even let me play any music on the way home!” She rolled her eyes. “I swear he acts like my father sometimes.”
    “Uh huh, I’m sure you hated being all alone with Blaze for hours,” I said sarcastically, calling her out on her bullshit. “It must have been absolute torture.”
    Heather got up from the bed and started fiddling with a pile of her brother’s clothes on the other side of the room. “Well, maybe I have it wrong,” she said, choosing to ignore me. “Maybe you’re

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