Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Boys of Winter Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 139
Estimated words: 127941 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 640(@200wpm)___ 512(@250wpm)___ 426(@300wpm)
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I shake my head. I need him bare. “Not unless there’s a bunch of girls you’ve been fucking that I don’t know about.”

I feel his grin against my cheek. “You mean like the bunch of dudes you’ve been fucking?”

I raise my chin and meet his lips with my own. “Shut up and fuck me,” I tell him. “You know they’re clean. Rubber or not, the call is yours.”

He groans low in his chest and I feel the vibrations right through my own, and then in a moment of pure ecstasy, Carver hooks his strong arm under my leg, tears it right up toward his shoulder and as I fall back to catch myself on my hands, he slams that delicious, thick cock deep inside me.

“Oh, fuck,” I groan, my eyes instantly rolling to the back of my head.

Carver’s arm slips around my back, holding me tight as he rams up into me, giving me exactly what we’ve both been needing for so damn long, hitting me in that one spot that he hears me loving every time his friends fuck me like a goddamn queen.

He draws back and slams up into me again. As I cry out, a low groan slips from his throat. I clench my pussy, squeezing his cock as he moves in and out of me. “Fucking hell,” he groans, bringing his lips back to mine and kissing me deeply.

His tongue moves with mine, so in sync and so perfect. His body was made for me—only me.

Needing that closeness, I draw my hand around his strong shoulders and hold myself up against him as he hits a whole new spot deep inside me. I know I only came a minute ago, but with Carver, I can guarantee that it’ll be happening all over again, especially if he keeps going like this.

“You’re fucking perfect,” he murmurs into my ear, his words sending a welcomed shiver sailing over my skin. He grabs my chin and forces my stare back to his, and as he pushes up into me with his breath coming in short, sharp pants, he surrenders. “You’ve got me. All of me. I’ll fucking share. I’ll do whatever the fuck you want, just don’t walk away. I can’t. Not now.”

I try to catch my breath as I feel my orgasm quickly building deep inside of me. “You’ll share?” I ask, staring deeply into those dark, intense eyes. “No jealousy, no arguments, just free for all, down right sharing?”

He nods, bringing his lips back to mine. “Yes,” he breathes. “I’ll fucking share. I’ll do anything if it means getting to have you too. I can’t push you away anymore. Fuck Dynasty and their rules. I want you and only you.”

I kiss him deeply and curl my arm tighter around his neck before laying back on the desk and pulling him down with me. “About fucking time,” I murmur against his lips, and just like that, he swallows any of the words that are desperate to come flying out of my mouth as he kisses me like he might just die without me.

His hand slips down between us and he finds my clit as though it was screaming his name. He rubs tight, firm circles over it, drawing my orgasm to the forefront and making it the main attraction. “Come on, baby,” he rumbles, his voice thick with desire. “I want to feel this tight little cunt shatter around me.”

He pulls back and I catch him with a quick nibble to his lower lip. “Then fuck me like you mean it and it’ll be yours.”

Carver’s brow raises and I grin back at him. He’s already fucking me like a queen and I know that it doesn’t get much better than this, but what can I say? Carver’s the kind of man who likes to rise to a challenge—and rise he does.

He pulls back and grabs both my wrists in his strong hand and pins them above my head making the adrenaline burn within me. He takes my leg and hooks it right over his shoulder and as he draws his hips back, he has a shitload more room to move. “Are you ready?” he asks, that wicked sparkle lighting his eyes up like Christmas morning.

“Do it.”

His body rolls like a fine piece of art and then in one, perfect thrust he slams back inside of me, his thick cock stretching me wide as his fingers relentlessly keep working my clit. I cry out, tilting my head back as I feel my soul leave my body. “Fuck, Carver. Again.”

I look back at him as his gaze drops to my pussy, watching as he fucks me, and damn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything so erotic. His body rolls again and he thrusts back into me.

A loud, strangled cry comes flying out of my mouth and I don’t even care that I sound like a cat getting tortured. I need more and I need it now.


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