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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“This pussy is mine,” he growled when I lay there exhausted and sweaty. “I want to fuck you with every toy under the sun—fill every hole you have—but I’ll never share you. This body is all mine. You. Are. Mine.” He enunciated his proclamation with a thrust over each word. “Now, come.”

“I can’t,” I whimpered. “I can’t anymore.”

He leaned down, holding the vibrator between our hips, and gripped my jaw, sucking on my swollen bottom lip. “You’ll come as many times as I tell you. I love the feel of your little virgin hole squeezing me for more.”

When he sucked on my bottom lip again, I lashed my tongue out to meet his, like an animal desperate for a taste. “Please. Please.”

“Please, what?”

“I don’t even know,” I whimpered.

He huffed a soft laugh against my damp neck before dragging his tongue along a bead of sweat. “Poor, sweet Rae. Begging for mercy.”

“No,” I protested, pulling at my restraints. “I’m begging for you. I want you.” I knew what I wanted now. “Let me touch you.”

His rocking hips paused a moment as he studied me, and right then, I shoved it all aside, letting him see inside me. No matter what came tomorrow, I wanted this—now.

In a blink of an eye, he snapped into action, ripping the restraints off and tossing the toy aside. I wrapped my arms around his broad back and held him to me. His large hands pushed my sweat-dampened hair back off my forehead so nothing could come between the way he watched me. His eyes never strayed, taking in every reaction I had to his body, claiming mine so thoroughly.

My hands roamed into his hair, scratching down his back, hoping I left a mark for more than tomorrow. His hands skimmed over my breasts, playing with my tender nipples before slipping between our hips and sliding back and forth across my soaked clit.

“Come for me, baby. One more time. You can do it. Let me feel you.”

I nodded, pressing my forehead to his, clutching him through the storm, and gave in. He rocked into me harder and held me just as tightly, both of us making our own symphony as we came together. It was chaos and beauty all at once. Everything swirled around us, but we clung to each other through it all.

When the dust finally settled, we panted into each other’s space, surviving on the same air. He slid out, and already, I wanted him back. I feared I would always want him back.

“Rae—”

“Shh.” Everything was too raw, and I had no clue what he would say, but I knew I wouldn’t survive it. “Just be with me,” I begged.

His eyes flashed with a moment of indecision before they softened. Taking my chance, I leaned up and kissed him softly, slowly. I luxuriated in every curve and taste, taking my time to memorize it all.

When he pulled back, he gave me the same promise I gave him when we started. “Anything.”

And that was Austin. Always willing to give me anything.

Hopefully, he’d be just as willing to say the same thing tomorrow when I officially ended our marriage.

Chapter Twenty-Six

Austin

When I rolled over the next morning to find Rae perfectly stretched out beside me, her long dark hair splayed against my white pillows, the sheet barely covering her full tits, I knew we could make this work. We could make our marriage work. Hell, I almost laughed at how far we’d come since I’d rolled over to find her naked in my bed in Vegas.

I’d always known I loved Rae, but last night confirmed it. There was no letting go. And feeling her body react under me, watching her eyes ignite with so much passion, I knew she felt it too. She may not be ready to hear it, but she was there, and if we could move this far in only a couple months, then it was only a matter of time before she accepted how right we were for each other.

Last night had been the wedding night we deserved, and today would be the first day of the rest of our lives—as husband and wife. No more denials, no more doing it for other people. We’d be married for each other.

First, I just had to wake her up.

Giving in to the sweet temptation, I tugged the sheet down enough to bare her rosy nipple. My mouth watered as I watched it harden in the cool morning air, and I didn’t hold back. Leaning down, I swirled my tongue around the bud before sucking it between my lips. When she stirred awake with a moan, I latched on with my teeth, delivering a gentle nip.

“Austin,” she whimpered, her voice sexy and raspy. “Please.”

“Please, what? Tell me, Rae.” I loved hearing her beg.

“Please, fuck me.”

I brought my hand to join in and rolled her other nipple, delivering one last lash with my tongue. “I would, but I need to shower first. Someone wouldn’t let me leave the bed last night.”


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