Bradford Butcher (Bradford Bastard #3) Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Bradford Bastard Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 124451 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 622(@200wpm)___ 498(@250wpm)___ 415(@300wpm)
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I pump my hand up and down, while my other locks onto the base of his cock, keeping a firm grip, and as his body tenses, excitement shoots through my veins. His cock hits the back of my throat one more time and as my eyes flash up to meet his, he detonates, spurting hot cum into my mouth.

I swallow him down, not stopping until I’m certain I’ve claimed every last drop. “Fuck,” he grunts, bracing himself against the wall as he tries to find his composure.

Pulling back, I let him fall from my lips as I lower myself back down, my ass hovering just slightly above the soft carpet as I rest against my feet. My pussy clenches, desperate to be fucked as my knees remain spread. I make a show of wiping my lips as I look up at him. “I hope you’re not finished because I’m only just getting started.”

Tanner takes his cock, gently stroking it as he watches me on my knees, his eyes burning all over again. “Mmm, I like you on your knees like this,” he murmurs, his eyes hooded. He steps around me, and I feel his intense gaze roaming over my body.

“Oh yeah?” I question. “A perfect little whore, willing to suck your cock at your say so?”

Tanner laughs as he steps in behind me and in a flash of lightning, he’s on his knees, his wide chest pressed up against my back and his rock-hard cock slipping right between my crack, and fuck me, if I push my hips back just as inch, I’ll feel him right against my needy cunt. “No,” he breathes, his lips right at my ear as his strong arm curls around my body, his fingers diving between my legs. “A greedy little slut who’ll bend over and let me fuck her into oblivion.”

Oooooooh, fuck. I’m screwed in all the right ways.

Then without even a hint of warning, Tanner’s fingers plunge deep into my core, making me cry out in unbelievable pleasure. My hand slams down on his knee beside my thigh, and I dig my nails into his skin, feeling his hand at my ass as he strokes his delicious cock. “You ready for me, Killer?” he questions, curling his fingers inside me and making my whole body jolt as I desperately try to lower myself further onto them.

Looking back over my shoulder, I reach up and curl my hand around the back of his neck, gripping his hair and holding him still. “For you? Always.”

Tanner groans and fuses his lips to mine, kissing me deeply as his fingers continue working, sending my body into a complete tailspin. “Tanner,” I groan, knowing damn well I won’t be able to hold out for long. “Don’t make me wait.”

He grins against my lips before finally pulling back. He winks and everything inside of me crumbles. “Wouldn’t dream of it.”

I have no idea what he plans to do, but fuck, I’m ready for it. When I feel his hand pressing against my back, pushing my chest to the carpet, the thrill that shoots through me is enough to see me to my grave. My tits hit the carpet but he keeps pushing me down, not stopping until my ass is perfectly offered to him, my glistening cunt right there for the taking.

Tanner grunts and I look back, watching him as he takes me in, his fiery gaze locked on my pussy. He reaches down, the heel of his palm resting against my ass, and I gasp as I feel his fingers at my entrance. “You want this?” he asks, teasing me.

“Fuck, Tanner,” I moan, trying to push back against his hand. “Please.”

His eyes flame and he watches himself slowly pushing his fingers deep inside my cunt, and I suck in a gasp, my walls clenching around them. He slowly pulls out and does it again, and it quickly becomes one of the most erotic experiences of my life.

He goes again. And again, and fuck yes, he doesn’t stop, slowly torturing me with the sweetest, yet filthiest torture I’ve ever had the pleasure of enduring. The heel of his palm presses against my ass and I groan, more than ready for him to claim me there too.

Done playing games, he adjusts himself behind me and the moment his tip hits my entrance, I see my whole fucking life flashing before my eyes, knowing damn well this is as good as it’s ever going to get. No moment will ever feel better than this, and then he slowly pushes into me, stretching my walls wide, going deeper and deeper until I think he may physically break me.

I feel his balls press up against my clit and gasp, unable to resist reaching through my spread legs and pressing my fingers against my clit, gently rubbing to relieve the pent-up tension that’s desperate to be released.


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