Bang Gang Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 114058 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 570(@200wpm)___ 456(@250wpm)___ 380(@300wpm)
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“My feet,” I hissed. I smiled, giggled. Stared into his eyes so close to mine. “They’re sore. I can hardly walk in these shoes.”

“Righto,” he said. He lifted me out of them, and the heels went toppling onto the tarmac.

Thank fuck for that.

He turned his back to me and crouched. I giggled harder as I leapt up and wrapped my arms around his neck.

“I’m heavy,” I whispered. “Too heavy for a piggyback.”

“Nah,” he said. “You’re not.”

I laughed as he scooped down low for my shoes, trying to smother my amusement as he climbed the stairs to his front door. He made light work of it.

It felt so good to be carried by Darren Trent.

He dropped me at the top and pressed his lips to mine. “Quiet,” he said. “The girls…”

I nodded.

We went inside, and I held my breath all the way to his bedroom.

I felt so young. Tipsy drunk with messy hair and sore feet, that same intoxicating thrum of nerves I’d always had when Darren looked at me the way he was looking at me now. I tried to keep my steps light, tiptoeing through the strewn clothes over his bedroom floor. He hadn’t been expecting me this time and it showed. But I liked that. I liked all of it. The crumpled sheets on his bed, the messy pillows, still misshapen from the last time he’d slept. I sat on the edge of the mattress, ran a hand idly along the place I knew he’d been sleeping the night before.

I knew exactly how he slept – it was emblazoned into my memory for all time. I could picture him like it was yesterday. Lying on his front, his head on the side facing my direction, one arm under him, bunching up the pillow. The other would be over me, once upon a time. I missed that, the warmth of his arm over me through the night, knowing he was there, knowing he would always be there.

But I’d been wrong.

Darren pulled the bedroom door closed so slowly, eased the door handle up until the latch clicked. He placed my shoes on the floor and I pushed some of the dirty mugs on his bedside table aside to clear space for my handbag. I shrugged my coat from my shoulders as he stared, his eyes like white heat on my skin, giving me prickles. My legs were crossed, and my foot tapped in the air, nervous.

Shit, I was so fucking nervous. Third time in and the nerves were worse than ever.

Because I’m not a client, not tonight. Because this isn’t a job for him. Because this is just about us.

He was still staring, looking at me like he’d never seen me before. His jaw was tight, his eyes not letting up, taking in every little thing and I knew it. I smoothed my hair and attempted a smile, but he didn’t smile back.

He took a step towards the bed and lifted his shirt over his head. He tossed it in a ball towards the laundry basket and loosened his belt. His cock was hard when he dropped his jeans, springing free from his boxers as he pulled those down too.

Yes. Oh, yes.

The corner of his mouth curved into a half-grin. He ran his fingers across day-old stubble and closed the distance between us. He stood before me, his belly level with my face, and I took a breath, kept my eyes on his as my fingers wrapped around his cock and gripped him tight.

He thrust his hips, moving against my hand, his dick so close to my mouth that it was the most natural thing in the world to take the head of him between my lips. His hand landed on the back of my head, his fingers curling in my hair and holding me tight.

I sucked him deep and he hissed out a breath, tipped his head back and closed his eyes. I cupped his balls just like I used to do, ran my thumb across the wiry hair I knew so well. Just a little bit of pressure, just how he liked it, and his grip on my hair tightened, his hips thrusting harder.

Yes. Oh fuck yes.

I loved to see him like this. Loved to see the bliss on his face as I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, the way his eyes closed that little bit tighter as I swirled my tongue around the head of him. I’d so missed this.

He swallowed, and arched his back. I wrapped my arms around his thighs, stroked my fingers up his legs until I gripped his ass, and he had free movement. Another hand in my hair and he was moving forward for a deeper angle.

Oh fuck.

He pushed in deep, slowly, inching his dick to the back of my throat as I stared up at him with wide eyes. I squeezed his ass and pulled him closer, relaxed my throat to let him in. A bit of a splutter and my nose was to his belly, the wiry hair at the base of him tickling my chin.


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