Dirty Rival (Scandalous Billionaires #6) Read Online Lisa Renee Jones

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Scandalous Billionaires Series by Lisa Renee Jones
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Total pages in book: 224
Estimated words: 215705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1079(@200wpm)___ 863(@250wpm)___ 719(@300wpm)
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“No. I’m fine now. I was always fine. You didn’t have to stop.”

“Yes, I did. I needed you to know that I’ll never take you any place that you’re not ready to go which is why I’m going to tell you what I’m going to do this time,” he says. “Then you don’t have to worry about what comes next.” He kisses me and then presses his cheek to mine again. “I’m going to lick you now, but I’m not going to let you come. I’m going to stop, turn you over, finger fuck you and then spank you five times. Then I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. Do you have a problem with anything I just said?”

“I—”

“Yes or no, Carrie?”

“The part where you don’t let me come.”

“You’ll come, just not until I’m ready for you to come.” And just that fast, he’s moving, sliding down my body, pausing to kiss my bound hands, his eyes reaching for mine, his fingers catching my nipples, tugging and twisting with a rough touch that has my legs clenching together. “Now I’m going to lick you,” he says again, and he’s lowering himself between my thighs, and then he’s doing just as he promised. He’s licking me, and oh God, is he licking me. His tongue is everywhere that I need him, and I’ve forgotten I’m even tied up until I reach for his head and dive my fingers into his hair, that silk wrap controlling how I can move. Actually, it’s me who wants to control how he moves because I want to come. I need to come and he’s promised to deny me.

And he does.

I’m so right there, about to tumble over, and suddenly, he’s flipping me over onto my knees, and yanking my backside up in the air. Adrenaline spikes through me, but I don’t have the time to anticipate the spanking. His fingers are stroking me, sliding inside me, preparing me for what I know is coming, and I can’t seem to care. I just want him to keep touching me.

Chapter eighty-nine

Carrie

Apparently being bound and on my hands and knees doesn’t bother me when Reid is touching me, especially considering he’s now denied me his mouth and an orgasm. He strokes his fingers along my sex, pumping his fingers inside me and then he denies me yet again. He pulls them out, pressing one hand to my belly, and the other to my backside. “What am I going to do now, Carrie?” he demands softly, caressing my backside, warming it for his palm, I think, or maybe he’s just teasing me with what comes next.

“Spank me,” I pant.

“Yes.” He squeezes my cheek. “I am. How many times?”

“Five,” I whisper.

He caresses a path back to my sex and starts to pat, the sensation driving me crazy, little darts of pleasure shooting through me. “How close are you to coming?”

“Reid, damn it.” I look over my shoulder. “Stop teasing me. Spank me and then fuck me already.”

He answers me by smacking my backside, the sting shocking me and I arch into the touch while Reid is suddenly pressing inside me in a long, hard thrust. I gasp with the unexpected rush of sensation, only to have him spank me again, followed immediately by yet another thrust. Heat rushes over me. I am hot, so very hot, and aroused, every nerve ending in my body on fire. He pumps and spanks, pumps and spanks, and it’s bittersweet when we reach the final smack of my backside, this one being the hardest of all. It bites and stings and as surely as he delivers it, he’s driving into me again and I just want more. So much more. I’m in the center of a tunnel of sensations and this man just keeps pushing me to a new place, a deeper place, a darker, more erotic place, until here, now, I’m over the edge. I shatter, literally, it seems as this deep ball of pleasure starts in my sex and radiates through my body. I lose everything; time, space, reality.

Reid’s low, guttural moan pulls me back to the present, and he grinds into me as he begins to quake. I smile with the intensity of his body’s eruption and soon he’s rolling to his side and dragging me with him, my back to his front. He slides his leg between mine and then strokes my hair. “You okay, baby?”

I relax into all that hard perfection of his body. “I’m pretty perfect right about now. You?”

He doesn’t answer, in fact, his fingers that were absently caressing my bare hip go utterly, completely still. “Reid?” I ask, confused by his reaction.

He exhales as if he’s been holding that breath, and then catches my hip and pulls me even closer. “You have no idea what you do to me, woman.” He cups my face and tilts my head back, his mouth finding mine, and he kisses me, a slow, emotional kiss that isn’t about sex, but love. This kiss is filled with so much love. “No one but you ever asks me if I’m okay,” he says when his lips leave mine.


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