Steele: Into Your Heart (Carolina Bad Boys #3 Read Online Free PDF

teeth.
    I popped the button on my black leathers and spread the zipper half an inch.
    Ashe moaned.
    I dropped my Presidents of Retribution cut to the chair next to me and then rolled my T-shirt up my body, inch by slow inch. After throwing it to the floor, I gazed at Ashe.
    “Jesus, Brodie.” She clenched her hands between her legs.
    “Good thing?”
    “Yeah. Oh, yeah ,” she breathed. “I want to touch you.”
    “Have at it.” I steeled myself. “Above the waist.”
    Her lips hit me first, right on my abs. I sucked in a breath and shouted her name. She stroked her hands up my arms with her face resting on the rippling muscles of my stomach.
    “How many tats do you have? They’re incredible.”
    I’d lost count. The grunge skull and snakes on the backs of my hands trailed to Oriental serpents and dragons all the way up my arms.
    “Dunno, Ashe.”
    She rose to suck the center of my chest and then followed the fine line of curly blond hair to my navel. My head fell back as I dragged in ragged breaths.
    “Turn around.” Her gritty command hit me with another punch to my constrained cock.
    Facing away from her, I let my arms hang loose, but the muscles along my back and shoulders bunched. They leaped inside my skin when she touched me with light fingertips and the trailing tip of her tongue down the center of my spine.
    “No back piece?” she asked.
    “Disappointed?” I glanced behind at her.
    “Not at all. I just thought—”
    “Boom and I got the sleeves for Cat.” Turning to her, I saw a shadow race across her face.
    The trace of pain was quickly replaced by a heated stare. Ashe tucked two fingers inside my barely opened leathers, jerking me forward.
    “Tats down here?”
    “Just the piercings,” I grunted, bucking my hips.
    Her hand curled around my shaft, and she squeezed my rigid erection inside my pants. “Why?”
    “Because it feels fucking amazing when a hot broad gives me head.” A bead of sweat ran down my temple. I shook my hair from my eyes so I could peer down at her. “Because as soon as I thrust my dick inside you, you’re gonna scream my name.”
    “Wanna bet on that?”
    “Bet your ass I do.”
    “You want my ass, too?”
    “I want every goddamn part of you.”
    She pressed back onto the couch. She cupped her bare tits, those full, soft-looking swells topped by dimes of pink areolae. “Take off the leathers. Slowly.”
    “Fuck, babe. Want me to shoot in my pants?”
    “No. I want you to save it for my mouth.”
    Another shudder zinged through me. Staring into her eyes, I dared her to drop her gaze to my hands as I unzipped, slowly . I reached inside and pushed my hand down the long length of my cock inside the tight pants.
    Her eyes dipped, following the action.
    “Want to see my cock?”
    Silence, for once. Just a fast nod of her head.
    My dick ached. I slipped the pants down my legs and off, shucking my boots and socks along the way. When I stood, Ashe’s mouth gaped open.
    Freed, my cock slapped my stomach. Trails of precome dribbled from the pierced head down to the fist I curled at the base. A tightly clipped nest of pubic hair surrounded my thick cock, and my balls hung low.
    I ran my hand up my shaft, over the frenulum ladder, the throbbing veins, to the crown, which swelled a deep red. My Prince Albert ring and ball pierced through the head, and the slit of my cock was slick, too.
    “Like the hardware?” I asked.
    “Yes.”
    “You can get on your knees now.”
    Ashe slipped down in front of me. Her breath heated my thighs. She ran her hands up my legs until they dug into my thighs so she could spread me open.
    “I’m taking charge of this, just so you know.” She tugged my balls down until they stretched tight.
    I dipped my knees, intent on her touch and nothing else. “Be disappointed if you didn’t.”
    As soon as her tongue wandered lazily up my cock from root to tip, I shouted.
    Her eyes glinted up at me. “Going to come so soon?”
    “Not a