Beautiful Torment Read Online Paige Laurens (Beautiful #1)

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, Drama, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Beautiful Series by Paige Laurens
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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Shit, he’s so hard!

I freeze.

“If this is payback I’m sorry,” he pants. “Don’t stop, please. Keep riding me, baby. You make my cock feel so good.”

I smile at his need as I slide off of him, and bend down to kiss engorged head, sucking slightly. A drop of pre-come leaks out and I stop, giving him a few minutes to settle down before sitting on him again, this time facing backwards.

He shoves himself forward, just as I sink down and we’re bouncing again, a steady rhythm. He pulls the front of my dress down and plays with my nipples.

“Josh, Josh!” I plead, feeling him twitch inside me each time I say his name. His hands move lower, rubbing my clit.

“Yes, make me come again,” I prod. He brings me there immediately and I cry out.

“Oh fuck yes!” He gasps. “Pull on me with your pussy,” he moans, and I too feel myself grasping around him, rubbing and coursing his come out. “I’m going to come!” He shouts, thrashing forward, starting to stand so he can pull out, but I’m too into it. I want to feel his release. I grind against him hard, pushing him back down into the chair.

“Fuck, Luci I can’t,” he pants, but he doesn’t stop his hammering. “I’m coming! Oh, I can’t stop!”

“Yes,” I plead, bouncing faster, feeling his liquid surge inside me.

“AHH!” He shouts, his cock throbbing wildly, it’s really pouring into me now. I can feel the additional liquid and strong bursts each time they hit. “I’m coming inside you!” He cries. “Shit, oh Luci it’s so good,” he grunts. “Take my come! Yeah! Take my come! Take it!”

His sounds slowly become incoherent, but his hips remain pumping, still coming, and I don’t even make it to public speaking.

The following morning, he’s distraught. I can tell as I pass him on my way to the gym. He’s outside his classroom, but Madison is lurking nearby, so I can’t ask him what’s wrong, which kills me.

He meets me by my locker just before lunch and we walk to his office together.

“So what is it?” I whisper.

His lip curls up and his fingers brush his chin.

“A couple of things,” he sighs. “It’s kind of awkward, and I’m not sure if I’m overstepping a boundary. I debated all night, tortured myself if I should even say anything,” he lets out another sigh. “And then on the other hand, on a totally separate topic, there’s something I’ve been selfishly avoiding.”

My stress is at an all time high as I sit in his desk chair, watching him expectantly.

“I don’t want this to come out the wrong way,” he assures me. “And I’ll pay for whatever doctor’s appointment you need, and the medicine… but maybe you should take that morning after pill. After what happened yesterday.”

“Oh!” I throw my head back, relaxing, as my stomach unknots itself. “No, I’m on birth control.”

“You are? Since when?”

“Since right before the play,” I make a face. “I didn’t say anything… because…” My voice trails off. Do I tell him the truth? Because I thought it would be far too intimate? That it’ll only make me fall in love with him even more?

“Because…” I continue. “I thought it might be too much. But then, what you did for me this weekend, with prom… I felt it was the right time.”

His face is pained, and I’m not sure why. Surely we must be on the same page by now. Why else would he have gone out of his way like he did?

“I have to talk to you though,” his voice is shaky. “I’ve been trying to for a while now.”

Is he so tense because he’s scared of what I might think? Surely he shouldn’t be, my feelings have been nothing but clear.

“Every time I’ve attempted to, something happens, and I just can’t get it out,” he rubs his neck. “Because what I’m going to say will change everything.”

I want to tell him that it’s okay, being in love with someone does that, and I decide to make things easier for him, since undoubtedly he’s going to tell me what I want to hear. Maybe that’s what this was about the whole time, his fear over his true feelings.

I can’t take his struggle.

“My chemistry teacher, Josh Harrington,” I blurt the words out, meeting his puzzled look. “Love, hate, or no opinion.”

“Oh, Luci,” his face falls, bewildered and mystified, watching as I approach him.

“Love,” I answer my own question. “Very in love.”

Knock Knock

My eyes go wide at possibly the worst timing in history.

Knock Knock

“Josh? Hello?”

Knock Knock

“Fuck,” he closes his eyes, and when they open, the once alluring color is replaced with pure agony. “What is she doing here,” he whispers under his breath.

I’ll never forget the look on his face as the next few moments unfold.

“Luci,” his expression cuts through me. “I shouldn’t have waited, Luci. I should’ve said something earlier, and I’m so, so sorry.” He offers me one last final look before getting up.


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