Better Man (Lesser #2) Read Online Penelope Sky

Categories Genre: Angst, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Lesser Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 77295 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 386(@200wpm)___ 309(@250wpm)___ 258(@300wpm)
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I was in nothing but a towel, and she glanced down at the material like she was anxious to see it drop. “I hope you don’t mind that I made myself at home…” She propped herself on her elbow, the sheet dropping a little farther. Her eyes shone like sunlight, and her long dark hair fell everywhere.

I fisted the sheets then tugged them down, revealing her pure nakedness in my bed. Beautiful skin over endless curves and sexy tits. I leaned over her with my feet still on the floor, and after a long stare, I pressed a kiss to her soft mouth.

Her eyes immediately closed, and she released a satisfied breath.

Her heat transferred to me, journeyed down my spine, and made everything hot like a wildfire. I kissed her again, dominating her lips and taking her breath away. Every time I touched her, every time I went near her, she melted like a stick of butter. Maybe it was just an act that her premium included, but no woman could act that enthused and not mean it. I left her lips and traveled down her throat and collarbone. When I made it to her tits, I kissed those harder than her mouth.

She was writhing at that point, pushing her tits into my face and fisting my hair.

I moved down her stomach, and then lowered myself to my knees as I went farther south.

She gave a loud breath this time, her excitement too great to be contained.

I tugged her hips toward me and landed a kiss against that pretty pussy. It was just a single kiss, my lips to hers, and that was enough to elicit the sexiest moan from her mouth. She was the one being paid to get on her knees, but I didn’t mind eating pussy that tasted so good. I started off slow, letting her breathe with the movement of my tongue. Then I sealed my entire mouth over her body and kissed her over and over, swiping my tongue over the spot she craved most.

Soon, she was tugging on my hair and pushing her body harder into my face.

I scooped her ass and hips into my arms to stabilize her and kept going, kissing her, rubbing her, making her writhe on my bed, her moans echoing off the ceiling. I pushed my tongue harder when I felt her on the edge, her fingers gripping my hair even harder. Her body turned rigid as stone before it released, her hips grinding against me, her moans turning to shouts. “Grave…” She said my name like a prayer, full of overwhelming gratitude.

I waited until the tears were on the bed and her nails released my scalp before I got to my feet with her ass still over the edge. My dick had been hard from the moment I’d kissed her, and it was so anxious for that wet pussy that it throbbed in my hand before it slid inside.

She moaned like she’d forgotten how big it was.

One arm pinned behind a knee, and I snatched her by the throat. My fingers gripped her so tight that she was locked in place, only able to breathe. Her hands flew to my wrists and held on as I fucked her mercilessly, her body shaking with my thrusts, her moans muffled by the tightness around her throat.

I was so hard that it took less than a minute to finish. Her pussy was slick from my kisses and her arousal, but she was so tight from the climax I’d given her a minute ago. I fucked her to the finish line, fucked her until I hit the best high I’d ever felt.

“Are you hungry?” She lay in my arms in front of the grand fireplace, the flames crackling and popping every few minutes. Heat slowly made its way over the bed, deepening the fog that masked the windows.

“If you keep feeding me like this, you’re gonna make me fat.”

“Bigger tits and ass…that doesn’t bother me.”

She chuckled in my arms, holding me like I was a soft teddy bear rather than a mass of steel. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry.”

“No surprise there. When do you work out?”

“In the mornings.”

“You must be in there for hours.”

“An hour of cardio. Then an hour of lifting.”

“Every day?” she asked incredulously.

“Six days a week.”

“Are you trying to get on a calendar or something?”

“You can’t always rely on a gun or a knife.”

She must have felt the implications of my words, because she went silent.

I reached for my phone on the nightstand and texted my butler. “Dinner should be here soon.”

“That’s so nice. Room service in your own home.”

We turned quiet, her body small when it was cocooned against mine.

“How was Cauldron?” she asked.

“Fine.”

“That’s a long trip for a conversation.”

“I have my own plane.”

“Of course you do.”

“I told you that we were talking about killing people at that dinner.”


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