Bait Read Online Free Books by Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 95765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 479(@200wpm)___ 383(@250wpm)___ 319(@300wpm)
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I’m a greedy little slut. My fingers on his tell him so.

More.

I want more.

A stretch.

A burn.

“Fuck me,” I whimper. “Please.”

I’m naked and windswept with goose-pimpled skin, grinning at the sky as my monster plunges his inked fingers knuckle-deep.

I know I can take him. My body cries out for the pain.

My thighs are warm with my own wetness as he pulls his fingers free. They’re wet as they land on my stomach and hitch me into his arms.

I barely keep my heels as he carries me. I have no idea where we’re heading in the darkness but I hold on tight and enjoy every ragged breath.

“You’re gonna scream my fucking name,” he whispers, and I know it.

He takes a step up. His feet thump on solid ground.

There’s a cold ledge waiting for my ass as he drops me.

“This is the highest point on the hills,” he tells me as my hands reach back to explore. A circular plinth.

Makes sense, this is some kind of monument.

My feet dangle over the edge. His crotch shunts forward and I feel him through his suit.

Perfect height.

His breath on my lips. His fingers on his belt.

My soul in his hands.

My legs wrap around his waist on instinct. I lift myself up on my arms as my hair blows wild.

He rubs his cock against my slit and tugs me onto him.

It’s my own weight that impales me.

Fuck.

“Steady,” he grunts, but there’s no steady about it, not with my arms straining behind me and my legs struggling for grip.

I don’t care.

Three barbells shunt inside in one. I groan and so does he.

My back is arching even as it pains. My pussy swallows him whole even as he’s cursing.

“Fuck,” he grunts. “You’re gonna fucking tear.”

“Slow,” I hiss and buck my hips.

His arms slide under mine. He pulls me onto him and takes my weight.

My ass is precarious on the edge of the monument. His ridges feel divine behind my clit as he bounces me like a ragdoll.

It’s not slow. Not steady.

There is only my slick pussy and the steel-studded monster slamming inside me.

There’s only his open mouth on mine and the wind in my ears.

“Scream my fucking name,” he grunts.

I barely remember my own.

He shunts harder. Bends me backwards until I cry out.

There.

Oh, fuck. There.

“Fuck me!” I groan. “Fuck me, Leo!”

His teeth nip my cheek in protest. “Louder.”

“FUCK ME!”

“Scream my fucking name!” he hisses, and I smile.

“OH FUCK, LEO! FUCK ME!”

“Good girl,” he hisses.

“DO IT! FUCK ME UP, LEO! MAKE ME TAKE IT!”

And oh fuck, I’m on the fucking edge, writhing and squirming and gulping for breath.

My pussy feels battered enough to cry for a week. My clit is swollen hard as it grinds his belly through his shirt.

“Gonna destroy your cunt, Abigail,” he tells me. “Your body’s gonna learn to take me. Gonna fucking beg for my dick in raw.”

I smile at the hope.

Yes.

It’s enough to send me over. I ride him right the way back as his thrusts become frantic. I’m whimpering into his suit jacket as he fills me up, coming all over him as he comes inside me.

I feel the bite of the wind so much harder against my skin once I’m done. I feel how hard his breaths are against mine as he drops me back on my ass.

He shoves his dick away and he’s still immaculate, a tux to my stark bollock nakedness.

I can’t even imagine where the remnants of my dress are. I know full well my bra will be someone’s lucky find when they go out walking tomorrow.

“You’re so beautiful,” he breathes. “I love how beautiful you are when you hurt.”

Thanks sounds stupid even in my head, so I don’t say a word.

He shrugs his suit jacket from his shoulders and drapes it over mine. I tug it tight around me and loosen my grip on his waist.

I drop to my feet, and he buttons me up. “This will have to do,” he says, and I nod. I don’t care.

I like being in his jacket.

The white of his shirt is easier to see in the moonlight. It’s easy to follow him with my hand in his.

He carries me down once we reach the steepness of the hill track, holding me tight as my pussy leaks all over him.

I feel it dribbling.

He doesn’t seem to care.

The streetlights are a welcome sight as we arrive back on the road. I can do it alone from here, wobbly legs perfectly able to carry me across the street to the truck.

I look around me. The houses are big here, perched right on the edge of the hill.

No sign of life. Nobody asking what we’re doing here, parked up so randomly in the middle of the night next to someone’s front garden.

His fingers graze my tit as he retrieves his keys from his jacket pocket. We’re right in front of a Neighbourhood Watch sign, but there’s nobody watching us. Not even a twitching curtain as his truck alarm flashes and bleeps.


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