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 don’t speak because normally I’m told not to speak during a scene.

But is this a scene? Truly?

Then I let the thought fall away. I just want to enjoy this.

I continue to suck on his head, then I take more, adding my fist to increase the friction.

But he abruptly moves away from me, his jaw clenched. “Can’t wait any longer.”

He moves off the bed, grabs a condom packet out of his jeans, sheathes himself quickly, and then returns, placing me on my hands and knees.

He enters me swiftly from behind, burning through me as if he’s made of one solid flame.

My God…

He’s not even touching my clit, but already I know I’m going to come.

Harder, faster, harder, faster…

I hold back.

I could come, but I don’t. He told me not to.

I want to cry out in ecstasy, surrender to this passion igniting inside me.

And I’m ready, so ready…

“That’s right, baby,” he growls above me. “Feels so good to fuck you. You’re so tight—tight and perfect. You want to come?”

“God, please…”

“All right, Mary. I want you to come. Now.”

At his command, I explode. I fall forward, my chest hitting the bed, as he continues to pound me.

The contractions start in my pussy, radiate outward through my whole body to my fingers and toes, and then they plummet back—back to my core where my pussy pulses and pounds and my whole world seems to center between my legs.

“That’s right. You come for me. Come.”

The orgasm continues. I scream into the pillow, balling the bedding in my fists. He pounds me, pounds me, pounds me…

Until—

He thunders into me, releasing with a growl.

I stay there, my ass in the air, my chest on the bed, my arms stretched out, grasping fistfuls of the comforter.

Don’t want to move. Don’t ever want to move.

I relish the fullness, until Ronan withdraws.

He turns me over so that I’m lying on my back.

He hovers above me, his dick still hard and dangling between my legs.

“Oh, Mary. I haven’t gotten to suck those nipples yet.”

I shudder at his words.

I don’t know if I can come again. That last one was so incredible that it took all of my energy, and I’m lying here like a limp fish.

But then he trails his finger up over my breast, plucking one nipple.

And my pussy reacts.

Tingles shoot through me, and I know I’m ready again. Ready for whatever he offers.

He straddles me, keeping his weight on his thighs.

He cups my breasts, plucks at my nipples. With each twist, each tug, my pussy pulses, ever ready for another climax.

“I want to taste these nipples,” he says. “I want to taste your pussy. Dive into it. Suck all the cream out of it until you’re begging me to stop.”

“Please…”

“But the same rules apply,” he says. “No climax until I tell you.”

I nod. “Yes, sir.” I’ll agree to anything at this point. Anything, as long as I can have another orgasm.

“You’re so beautiful, Mary.” He twists a nipple. Then he leans down, takes it between his lips, and sucks.

I sigh—a soft sigh of contentment. Of need. Of want.

He plays with the other nipple with his fingers as he sucks the first one.

Then—

“Oh!” I gasp.

He bit my nipple. Bit it ever so quickly and just hard enough.

Just hard enough to make my clit throb.

He switches then, moves his lips to the other nipple, trailing his fingers up to the first one to continue his play.

Tug, pull, nip, suck.

My God, my nipples are on fire.

I’m ready…

Ready to come again…

On the brink…

But I won’t go over. I won’t go over until he lets me.

Then he trails his hand over my abdomen between my legs, massages my clit, and then thrusts two fingers inside me.

“Come,” he says against my nipple. “Come now.”

I shudder under him. His thumb is rubbing my clit while two fingers are inside me, massaging my G-spot and fucking me. He knows just what to do, where to touch.

How does he know my body so well already? Is he just that good? Or is it something more?

Doesn’t matter.

Doesn’t fucking matter at all.

He goes back to my nipple, licking, sucking, and still he plows into me with his fingers.

Then he flips me over. He pushes my thighs upward so my ass is in the air.

“So beautiful,” he says.

He wets his fingers in my pussy juices and then slides one finger over my asshole.

I’ve had anal sex many times, but I’ve never wanted it more than I do right now.

“I’m going to put my finger in here, Mary. And when I do, the dynamic between us will change.”

I don’t know what his words mean. I don’t care in the moment. All I want is his finger in my ass. Drilling in and out of it.

He massages it gently, and then quickly, he breaches the tight rim.

I cry out at the invasion, but once he’s past the tightness, all I can think about is how good it feels, his finger in my ass and then his other hand playing with my clit.


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