Blame it on the Vodka (Blame it on the Alcohol #3) Read Online Fiona Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Blame it on the Alcohol Series by Fiona Cole
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 95350 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 477(@200wpm)___ 381(@250wpm)___ 318(@300wpm)
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I dug my teeth into my bottom lip, trying desperately to hold back any more begging. I should be ashamed. I would’ve been if it hadn’t felt so fucking good. And when a thick finger dipped into my pussy only to pull back out and lower to my ass, I lost it. My whole body vibrated like one large nerve ending, stimulated past thinking.

One hand held my thigh wide as his mouth latched on to my clit and his finger slid deep in one go.

“Fuck, Austin. Yes.”

He chuckled, only serving to add sensation upon sensation. The next thing I knew, a second finger joined the first. It stung, but I couldn’t differentiate pain from pleasure anymore. I was so consumed by the euphoria that I didn’t even acknowledge the rustling. It didn’t register until something other than his fingers—something harder and bigger—pushed against my opening.

I jerked up to try and see what it was but only encountered the top of his head. “Austin,” I whimpered.

Part of me wanted to lie back and let it happen, but I wanted to remember every second. I wanted to see it all.

He looked up, sliding his tongue over his damp lips, and met my gaze. Seeing the need, he edged back enough to let me see the smooth but wide dildo pressing against my asshole.

“I’m big, baby. I need you to relax so I can get you ready.”

I nodded but didn’t fall back. I wanted to watch. Readjusting so I had plenty of room to see, he began to work the toy inside me. It stretched me—stinging—but I knew it would be nothing like how Austin would burn me. He pushed and pulled, slowly sinking it in deeper after each pass.

“Good girl,” he crooned once it was seated as deep as it could go. “Now lay back.”

This time he didn’t give me the option. With a hand to my chest, he flicked one of my nipples, sending a sharp zing straight to my core. When it clenched tight, another shock came from my tight hole, pulled tight around the plug. All of it made my clit pulse with need. So, when he finally leaned down, licking from the base of the plug to suck on my clit, I exploded. I tried to hold back the screams, to cling to reality, but then he removed a clamp and sucked harder. And then the other.

My world exploded and collapsed all at once until I lost sight of who I even was. I writhed in a ball of pleasure, spread wide for him to do whatever he wanted.

Before I could even get my bearings, the plug shifted. I’d barely pulled myself together enough to watch him slowly ease the plug from my ass. It was its own form of foreplay, watching him squeeze lube along his dick and grip himself to rub it in. When he shifted and lined himself up with my hole, I made sure to focus, not wanting to miss a second of him painstakingly slowly easing himself inside.

As soon as I whimpered, he would pull back only to push in again, this time further.

“You’re doing so good, baby. Relax and push out.” I did as told, and we both groaned when his fat head made it inside me. “Fuck yeah. Let me in. Let me inside your tight little hole.”

He slid in from there, taking his time but pushing me hard.

“Yeah, Rae. You’re so fucking sexy,” he grunted. “Take all of me.”

“Please. Yes.”

Once his balls pressed to my ass, he stroked his thumb over my slit, circling at the top. “You have no idea what it does to me to see your swollen, wet, pink pussy above where your little asshole is stretched around my fat cock.” A pull out with a harder push in. “You have no fucking clue what it does to me knowing I’m the only man to be inside your ass—to know how tight you are. To know you’re mine.” A quick thrust this time. “All mine.”

In that moment, I wanted to be. I wanted to fall at his feet and never leave. I was addicted. But like an addict, I knew I had to stop. I knew it was good that tonight was it. I knew it was good that I set in motion to cut myself off before he could talk me into staying.

Earlier, I’d been so confident in my decision, but staring up at him now and hearing him call me his. It didn’t feel nearly as right as before.

“Austin,” I barely whispered. I didn’t want to think about anything anymore. I wanted this. I wanted now. I wanted him. I wanted us.

“Shh, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

My only warning was a hum of vibration before something pressed to my clit. I thrashed wildly and fucked up onto the thumb, pushing into my pussy as his hand held the vibrator mercilessly against my over-sensitized clit. He pushed his cock in and out, and I spiraled out of control, screaming in endless pleasure.


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