Racing The Beast (Dirt Track Dogs #2) - Plot & Excerpts
Hot fucking hell. This man was hers. He was really hers and she was really going to be okay. Free. Fucking free and fantastic. That’s how she felt. Everything that had tied her up for the last decade was just gone. Beast had ripped it away with his careful loving ministrations and one hell of an orgasm. Punk kissed him hard on the lips, giving him her tongue before rising up above him to explore her prize. His body was huge. He took up so much of the king size bed, it hardly seemed like more than a full. His broad shoulders flexed as his hands moved to touch her breasts. A moan slipped out as he brushed his thumbs across her throbbing nipples. Damn everything to hell, but his hands were her favorite part of him. Big and strong. Rough from working in the garage. And warm. So warm. Punk ran her hands down his chest, digging her nails in just enough to make him hiss with pleasure. “When I’m inside you, I want those in my back,” he growled. “Understand?” She nodded, scooting down his body so she could kiss him.
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