Blossom (Black Rose #3) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Black Rose Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 86510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 346(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
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I look beyond him at the bed. “I… This room… It’s not set up for…”

“A scene. I know. But you’re not ready for a scene, are you?”

I bite my bottom lip, savoring the flavor of him still on it. “I don’t know, Ronan. I don’t know what I’m ready for. I like being a submissive, but…”

“You’ll always be a submissive, Mary. It’s part of who you are. But if you want to have sex, there’s no harm in that.”

“I have sex all the time during scenes.”

“I know, but that doesn’t mean you have to have sex tonight. Or tomorrow, or ever again if you don’t want to.”

“Would you just kiss me again?”

“No, Mary. I won’t.”

“But Ronan—”

He slides his fingers over my lip, quieting me. “If I kiss you again, I’m going to fuck you, Mary. So if you don’t want to go there, I won’t kiss you again.”

But I want to go there.

I want to go there more than anything.

I want to feel his lips not just on my own but everywhere else on my body, especially between my legs.

It’s been so long…

So long since I’ve had regular sex with a man.

“I do want it, Ronan. Please…” I wrap my arms around his strong neck. “Make love to me.”

His lips are down on mine again. Then his tongue—my God, that talented tongue—it’s everywhere in my mouth all at once. Yet it’s not too much. He uses just the right amount of tongue so that the kiss is perfect, passionate, and raw but not violent or slobbery.

It’s perfection.

How did I ever stop kissing? How did I think I no longer needed to be kissed?

My whole body is on fire with passion and desire. It’s a slow burn. I’m not used to a slow burn.

I’m used to a scene, where I’m tied up, tantalized with toys, and then fucked hard.

Where I don’t climax until I’m commanded to.

Right now? I almost feel like I could come from this kiss alone.

His hard cock, still bound in his jeans, pushes against me, and I grind into him, finding the right spot on my clit to rub against his erection.

God…

I moan into his mouth as my flesh tingles with the sensation.

My clit is ready. I think I can come from dry-humping alone.

But then he breaks the kiss. “You want to come, don’t you?”

“My God, yes.”

“I’m afraid I can’t let you do that. Not yet.”

“Yes, sir…” I breathe out.

“I’m a Dominant by nature, as you are a submissive. So while this will be vanilla sex, you will still not come until I tell you to.”

“Absolutely, sir.”

He brushes his lips over mine. “Good girl. I can’t wait to get my cock inside that sweet little pussy of yours, Mary.”

I gasp.

“Are you all right?”

“Yes. I’m just not used to being called by my real name in these situations.”

“Do you prefer me to call you Blossom?”

“Yes… I mean…” I look deep into his fiery blue eyes. “No. No, Ronan. I want you to call me Mary. It doesn’t make any sense, but from your lips, it seems…right.”

“Then Mary you will be.” He trails his lips over mine, giving me chills.

Then with a whoosh, he pulls me into his arms and carries me to the bed, where he undresses me slowly and methodically.

I can’t recall the last time a man undressed me. Usually I arrive at the club in lingerie or leather gear, and I strip for the Dom. Or he rips my clothes from me.

This is so different.

And I’m enjoying it.

He sets me on the bed, and then he takes his own clothes off, again slowly.

I watch, my eyes wide. He’s as beautiful as I knew he’d be—porcelain skin, scattered reddish hair on his gorgeous pecs, abs like granite, legs like Thor, and between them…

I lie on my back, and he hovers on top of me, kissing me again. We kiss for a long time, slowly and passionately. He trails his finger down my abdomen, and then he breaks the kiss and moves his lips down my body, ending between my legs.

He looks at me there for a moment. But only for a moment, just enough for me to want more.

Such a gentle touch for a Dominant. So different from what I’m used to.

But he becomes more dominating as he comes toward me, kneels next to my head, his cock hard and ready.

“Suck me, Mary.”

I obey without question because that’s what I do as a submissive.

And frankly? He has the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen. A few shades darker than his fair skin, it’s large and straight, with two veins marbling it in an exquisite pattern.

A drop of fluid squeezes out of the head, and I lick it off with my tongue, savoring the salty maleness. Then I take the head between my lips, suck on it gently.

And then not so gently.


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