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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Straightening up, I step out of my pants, completely bare for him, and as I turn around to face him, I really start to dance, rolling my body and pressing into him until I’m dripping wet. I see the long, thick column of his cock through his pants, straining to be freed, and while it freaking kills me not to have his hands on my body, I’m having too much fun.

My fingers trail over his skin, leaving goosebumps in their wake, and while seeing the reaction my touch has on his body is one of the most thrilling things I’ve experienced, it’s nothing compared to the unequivocal desire burning in his eyes. Just seeing how badly this beast of a man wants me does wicked things to me, and I fucking love it.

God, what I would give to be able to keep him forever.

Tanner’s groan signals his wavering patience as the need to touch and throw me down becomes more than he can bear. But this is my game, and he’ll play by my rules whether he likes it or not. If he can’t, I’ll be sure to make him suffer the consequences. Though that doesn’t mean I can’t have fun. This bitch is thirsty.

Dropping to my knees in front of Tanner, I look up at him as I spread my legs wide, sending my desperation soaring. Tanner watches me, his chest rising and falling with quick, sharp breaths, and as I reach for the front of his pants, his eyes flutter with anticipation.

Tanner doesn’t look away, watching me from above and from the angle he’s at, I don’t doubt he can see absolutely everything, right down between my legs to how fucking needy I am.

I slowly drag his fly down, and with every passing second and gasp of breath, the tension in the air intensifies. My heartbeat rages in my ears, drumming erratically, and I reach inside his pants to graze his velvety skin. Tanner’s eyes flutter as I curl my fingers around his thick shaft to release him from the confines of his pants, and a low groan rumbles through his chest.

He sucks in a breath, the anticipation putting him right on the edge, but the second my tongue rolls over my lips, he fucking crumbles. “Killer,” he rasps, breathing heavily. “You’re fucking killing me.”

I lean into him and grin, slowly working my hand to the tip of his cock and circling my thumb over his tip. My eyes become hooded as I meet his heated stare. “Is this what you want?” I question before flattening my tongue against the base of his cock and licking all the way to the small bead of moisture at the top, refusing to look anywhere but at his dark, hungry stare.

Tanner groans as a shiver rocks through his body, his hands balling into tight fists, but he’s being a good boy and following my ‘no touching’ clause. Though, something tells me it won’t last much longer. Tanner may have a lot of patience, but he lacks self-control, and right now, I’m counting on his inability to keep himself grounded.

My mouth closes over his tip as my hand tightens around his base. I work him with my tongue and try to keep my composure as he adjusts his hips, wanting me to take him deeper, and so I do just that, taking him right in the back of my throat until tears well in my eyes.

My head bops up and down as my tongue works its magic, but my fucking pussy is getting desperate. I need him to touch me, need his fingers inside of me, need his mouth closing over my clit and sucking. Holy fuck, I need it all. Bend me over the fucking desk and slam into me until I feel the walls shaking and taste color.

I work him hard, giving the performance of a lifetime, and when his body tenses, he can’t hold out any longer. His hand comes to the back of my head, his fingers weaving into my hair and gripping tight as I continue to fuck him with my mouth. His hips rise higher and in a flash, he stands.

I come up higher on my knees to reach his new height as his other hand snaps out and braces against the wall, keeping him upright. He watches me with fire in his eyes, spurring me on as the hand in the back of my hair tightens. He pushes against the back of my head and I take him deeper, unable to look away.

I pick up my pace as my tongue roams over his thick cock. His responding groan is enough to give me life. “Fuck yeah, Killer. Just like that.”

Pride swells in my chest, and I can’t help but wonder if this is the start of some kind of praise kink I never knew I had. Either way, I like what his approval is doing to me, but I like it even more that despite being on my knees, I hold all the power.


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