Pretty Wild (Boys in Makeup #3) Read Online Riley Hart, Christina Lee

Categories Genre: M-M Romance, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Boys in Makeup Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 421(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
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Clark shifted beside me. I knew without looking that he was awake, and as crazy as it was, just that simple thought made a smile tug at my lips.

“Oh shit. I can’t believe I fell asleep.”

“Yeah, here I was, dying for your cock all night, and you’re like, Nah, I’m good. I think I’ll go to sleep,” I teased, setting my phone on the nightstand.

“No, that’s not—”

“I’m giving you shit, baby. It’s not a big deal. You were tired.” I rolled over to see Clark on his side. There was just enough light in the room that I could tell he was looking at me. “It’s okay to need your sleep.” I fingered a lock of his hair.

“I don’t need sleep,” he countered. “Well, eventually I’ll need sleep, but I don’t… I want you. God, I really, really want you.”

I sucked in a sharp breath at that, my erection growing. “I want you too,” I admitted, just before Clark’s mouth came down on mine. His tongue probed my lips as I rolled to my back, taking him with me so he lay on top of me. He thrust against me, one arm on each side of my head, boxing me in, our tongues tangling, our groins rutting against each other.

He’d been flaccid when I got into bed, but he was already hard, his erection long and hot against mine. My nails dug into his ass, and I spread my legs, trying to pull him closer as we kept kissing and he moaned into my mouth. When his lips began to trail down my neck, I arched toward him. “Turn on the light. I wanna see you.”

Clark leaned over, reaching and fumbling, a soft chuckle falling from his lips before he finally managed to get the light on. “I’m a little excited.” His voice was quiet, bashful, but all it did was turn me on more.

“Me too. I love having my hole played with. I can’t wait to feel you stretching me out for that big cock of yours. When I’m going out of my mind for it, I’ll get on my hands and knees for you like I promised. Does that sound good, baby?”

His cheeks were my favorite shade of pink. “Fuck yes.” Clark’s mouth came down on mine again. We kissed until my jaw hurt, until I really did think I was going to lose my mind from how much I wanted him, and he hadn’t even touched my ass yet.

“Please.” I wasn’t above begging.

“Yeah, yeah okay. I just… Let me know if I do something wrong. I’ve only done this once and—”

“Hey, hey. We’re good. Don’t worry. You’re not going to do anything wrong, but if something doesn’t feel good, I’ll tell you. Come on, you know me better than that. You know I have a big mouth.” I tried to make light of it, but Clark didn’t take the bait. His face was serious, all concern and concentration as he nodded, and then he ran his nose down my cheek. “How do you want me?” I asked, hoping my instincts were right and he wanted to lead me but didn’t know how.

Clark’s eyes flared with heat. “For now, just like this. I’ll tell you when I want you to move.”

My cock spasmed against my stomach. I bit my lip. “Okay.”

Clark got up on his knees and reached for the lube. He slicked his fingers, then bent down and took my cock into his hot, wet mouth while his fingers journeyed down and behind my balls. I spread my legs as wide as I could, held them back for him so he would have room to play. When he sucked my crown, simultaneously circling my rim with his wet finger, I fucking whimpered. Goddamn Clark and the power he had over me.

“Fuck yesss,” I hissed, hand in his hair. He didn’t penetrate me yet, just kept drawing circles, before tapping me and sucking me. “Push it in.”

“Not yet,” he said around my cock.

“You’re trying to torture me, aren’t you?”

“Do you like it?” Clark’s tongue was at the base of my shaft, and he licked his way up.

“Obviously. Christ, you know I do. I’ve wanted your dick for weeks.”

“I don’t know what you do to me,” he said, almost in awe. He was looking at me with hooded eyes, still tormenting my hole with gentle circles and taps. “It’s like you let something loose inside me, let something free that I didn’t know was there, or…maybe it’s usually trapped, but when I’m with you, I can’t hold it back.”

I swear to God I almost stroked out. My heart punched my chest, and I thought it was going to explode. It was even worse than my Clark-induced flu. Why did liking someone make you feel like you were gonna die? And like you might actually love it? Like it might somehow be all your favorite things in the world combined?


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