The Hunter by L.J. Shen EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: L.J. Shen
- ISBN: B0882XL1DW
- Language: English
- Genre: Billionaire Romance, Inspirational Romance, Crime Action Fiction
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- Page: 363
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“Time to wake up, Captain McCrabson,” my friend/angel on
my shoulder, Knight Cole, announced. The tip of his Margiela
sneaker nudged my back.
Based on the hard surface underneath my aching muscles, I
gathered I’d crashed on the floor again. And by the sticky
feeling in my groin, followed by the breeze rolling through my
neatly trimmed pubes, I knew I’d shoved my cock into holes I
shouldn’t have the night before, and I was gloriously naked.
I groaned, squeezing my eyes shut and rolling over on top of
another warm, naked body. Tits. I felt tits. Nice, plump, and
natural. Without opening my eyes, I brought a nipple into my
mouth, suckling on it idly.
“Want some coffee with your milk?” Knight wondered
My hand descended its way along the chick’s stomach,
down to her holy grail. She was wet and hot, arching her back,
her thighs quivering with need. I began to rub her swollen clit,
prepping her. My cock yawned its way into a semi, just as
another body pressed against me from behind.
“Taking your coffee with milk is like going down on a
woman with a condom on your tongue. The Italians would exile
you for less,” I murmured, eyes still closed, my lips against this
“Thanks for the imagery,” Vaughn Spencer, my other good
friend, quipped flatly.
“Pay no heed to me, old sport.” My available hand patted
the flesh behind me, curling the other chick’s leg over my waist.
Where are my condoms? Why were Knight and Vaughn offering
me coffee and conversation instead of a rubber? They should be
fired and replaced with wingmen who’d actually help me score.
Not that I had any trouble in that department. “Just throw me a
rubber before you leave, will ya?”
“Give your cock a timeout and wake the fuck up.” A muddy
boot found its way to the side of my head, threatening to squash
Vaughn, AKA the devil on my shoulder.
On anyone’s shoulder, really.
I had a love-hate relationship with the motherfucker.
Love, because he was, after all, one of my best friends.
Hate, because he was, despite the abovementioned title, a
cunt of gargantuan proportions.
My eyes popped open. The rest of my body signaled my
brain that this orgy might die prematurely. Grains of sand and
dirt from his boot dusted my temple. I felt my nostrils flaring,
my pulse spiking up.
The girl in front of me, Alice, grinned sleepily as she curved
her back, plastering her breasts to my chest encouragingly. Shit.
I was still fingering her. It was hard not to when she made all
those delicious noises. I removed my hand from her pussy
reluctantly. The girl behind me, at least, had the decency to stop
humping my leg like a guinea pig that had just discovered its
“Get your filthy-ass boot away from my face,” I hissed
through clenched teeth, “before I snap your spine and use it as a
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