You Beautiful Thing – You (Bad Boys of Bardstown #1) Read Online Saffron A. Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, New Adult, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boys of Bardstown Series by Saffron A. Kent
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Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
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On my pussy.

When he doles out the first swipe of his tongue, I come off the bed, my back arching up, my thighs spreading wider than before. But they’re never wide enough that he can fit easily between them. He still has to put his hands on my limbs to open them more, to make the gap wider.

Not to mention, I have the tendency to snap them closed when he covers my entire core in his mouth, sucking at my slick lips and jiggling my tight little clit against the roof of his mouth. Like he’s doing right now. So he has to keep his hands there, his large fingers dimpling my flesh and pinning me to the bed.

Which of course I love.

I love being pinned down by him like the firefly I am.

I also love it when he pins me down with his dick in my mouth.

You know the sixty-nine we did, back in the woods?

It’s been over a week since then and now it’s become my favorite thing in the world. Well, apart from him actually fucking me. And he knows that. He knows how much I love being choked by his cock while he’s eating my pussy and how much I like it when he does it in the way that I can’t move at all. With my head hanging over the edge of the bed and him bent over my shaking body to get to my cunt.

And yes, he does it while I’m tied up.

I never had a problem with the rope. My only problem was that he wouldn’t let me leave, so I love it when he does that.

I love it when he ties me up and fucks my mouth, taking away my control. Something about his dominant position, with him stabbing his dick in my throat over and over as he lashes his tongue on my clit, covering my pale body with his tanned one, makes me come so fast and so hard that I don’t stop for ages.

But sometimes he likes to simply spread my thighs and eat me out.

He likes to slurp at my pussy, growling and grunting at my taste. He likes to move his head side to side as if bathing his mouth, his jaw in my juices. And trust me, there’s always a lot of it, my juices, my cum that keeps rushing out of me continuously. Streaming down my thighs, soaking the bedsheet but mostly ending up in his mouth.

Soon I’m grabbing his damp hair and getting him to come closer, my thighs coming to bend at my knees, my heels pushing against his shoulders, beating at them. Which I guess is a signal to him that I’m close and then it’s up to him whether he wants to take me there or take his time with it, driving me even crazier and hungrier.

Tonight however, he takes mercy on me, and so when he notices my telltale signs, he pushes his tongue inside, spearing my little hole with it and giving me a hint of the electric pain to come, and bites at my clit. And as soon as he does that, gives me the hurt that I’ve come to love, I break apart.

It’s always a revelation, the way I come for him.

My legs shaking uncontrollably, my pelvis contracting and my wet-as-fuck pussy clenching and clenching, squirting without my say-so. The way my body gives away all that I am and completely empties itself out for him.

The way I never ever came for myself.

And why wouldn’t I?

I mean look at him.

Look at him rising from between my thighs, his mouth wet, his throat glistening.

Even his heaving chest and contracting abs are drenched.

My cum clinging to his hot bronzed skin and dense muscles like little raindrops.

That he then rubs into his skin.

Like some kind of an animal, bathing himself in his mate, making himself smell like me.

And every time I watch him do that, a mini orgasm runs through me.

Even so, I want his cock now.

Instead of him pumping it in his fist, I want him to pump it in my hungry pussy. Plus it looks so hard and ruddy and so so thick right now.

Thicker than ever.

Meaning he’s hornier than ever.

Which doesn’t bode well for me and my tiny pussy.

Which in turn means I’m going to fucking love that.

He runs his eyes up and down my bare body and I arch my back, thrusting my tits up, shaking them just the way he likes, and open my wet thighs some more for him. I even go so far as to touch my pussy, run my fingers through the center of my messy, sloppy core as I watch him back.

And like always when I do that, his eyes narrow to become slits and his jaw clenches so hard that I almost stop tormenting him. Growling, he knocks my hand away from my pussy like only he has the right to touch it, not even me. And motions with his finger for me to turn around.


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