Blaste from the Past Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Insta-Love, Paranormal, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28386 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 142(@200wpm)___ 114(@250wpm)___ 95(@300wpm)
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“I can handle anything.”

Understanding dawns on her features. “Okay, I see what’s going on here. You’re not used to talking about your feelings. You’re keeping a stiff upper lip.”

“You loved my stiff upper lip last night.”

A blush spreads all the way down to her shoulders. “Blaste.”

“Shiloh,” I tease, drawing back the sheet and taking a rough stroke of my dick while she watches. “Go on. Climb up there and give me a wet morning ride like a good girl.”

“Y-you’re trying to distract me,” she stammers adorably.

“Talking about my feelings for you is as far as it goes.” I roll her on top of me, yanking her knees down around my hips so she’s straddling me with her tits crushed against my pecs. God. Damn. I can’t believe I’ve woken up for twenty-two years without this. Without her. “I can handle the rest on my own. No need to worry yourself about it.”

“No need to worry about your feelings after you’ve been pulled through time? I can’t do that.” She considers me for a moment, chewing her lip. “Maybe there’s a way to do both…” she murmurs.

“Do both of what?”

When she focuses in on my mouth so intently, more blood leaves my head and flows south. My dick swells against her bare pussy, begging entry. She’s planning something, cooking up a scheme—I can see it in her eyes. The sudden set of her chin. “You want to teach me how to ride you, Blaste?” she murmurs against my lips, licking across the seam of my mouth.

Teach me.

Fucking hell. My balls.

They suddenly feel like shotputs.

“More than anything, sugar,” I groan, sliding my grip to her hips, kneading them. “Take a seat on that cock and I’ll do the rest.”

“But I want to do the work,” she complains in a purr, sliding her fingers up through my chest hair. “I woke up so wet,” she whispers, pouting. “I want to play.”

“Shiloh, if you could go back to stomping around, slapping me and assigning me homework, I’d appreciate it.” My hands travel from her hips to her tits, slapping them gently, massaging them to ease the sting. “Keep talking to me like that and I’m going to come like the devil before I even get it in.”

She has the nerve to look a little smug, leaning down to tangle her tongue with mine—and then she starts rubbing her slippery pussy against my erection. Up and back, her hips growing more skilled with every movement. My eyes roll straight into the back of my head and I moan, taking hold of her sweet bottom to help drag her up and back, up and back, her nipples trailing through the sweat that builds on my chest. And I should just flip the girl onto her back and give her the pounding she’s begging me for…but something else happens.

The kiss slows down and becomes…tender?

She looks me in the eye every time we come up for breath and her expression is full of patience and understanding. It’s encouraging. I’m so transfixed by it, I don’t know what’s happening until it’s too late.

“Are you worried about getting home, Blaste?” she asks, her fingertips tracing my sideburn.

“Yes,” I blurt, immediately horrified. But I can’t take it back, because she doesn’t let me. In fact, she gives me this incredibly deep kiss as a reward for admitting a weakness. Confusing, to say the least. But as soon as she stops, I already need another one of those kisses. “Shiloh…”

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” she urges, reaching back and circling her hand around my hard cock, giving it a good, long stroke that has my heels digging into the mattress, groaning, shifting my hips to give her better access “Tell me everything you’re thinking.”

“Are you going to kiss me like you did before?” I pant.

A smile plays around her lips. I’m in love. I’m in fucking love. “Yes.”

I can’t believe I’m about to say any of this. Yet at the same time, I believe this girl could get me to do anything. “I’m…yeah. Thinking about the people I left behind. If they’re worried about me or mourning me. I’m worried about being in this time I know nothing about. I don’t know how to defend myself here. Don’t know how to protect you. I guess I’m just feeling…confused and unprepared.”

“Overwhelmed?” she whispers, nodding.

“Yeah,” I say thickly, my heart scaling the sides of my throat.

“We’re going to figure it out together,” she murmurs, guiding me through her wet flesh to that perfectly tight breach, fitting the head of my cock inside of her, working her hips in a circle, slowly taking me in, while I grit my teeth and twist the sheets in my hands. The intimacy of our bodies is more than enough to shake me, but she’s still speaking in that soothing way against my lips and it’s ruining me, transforming me into a new man. “Something tells me you could defend me anytime, anywhere, Blaste. Even if we were another thousand years in the future, I think you’d find a way.”


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