Clash (Left Turn #1) Read Online Belle Aurora

Categories Genre: Dark, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Left Turn Series by Belle Aurora
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Total pages in book: 143
Estimated words: 138287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 691(@200wpm)___ 553(@250wpm)___ 461(@300wpm)
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He avoided the question, his hands on me, his eyes roaming my body. “You’re so soft.”

“Connor.” I lifted my hands to his chest, running my nails gently all the way down to his stomach. His abs clenched and my lips parted at how hot the sight was. When I peered up into his eyes, I found him watching me closely. Knowing what they would do to him, I decided to play dirty and said the magic words. “I need you.”

His eyes closed and he swallowed hard a moment before looking down at me. His voice was rough. “I need you too, baby.”

My mind shouted, Hallelujah! when Connor hooked his fingers into the waistband of my panties. He kept his eyes on mine as he slowly lowered them down my legs and then I was bared to him.

As Connor knelt by my side, I gently plucked at the waistband of his boxers. He slid them down his legs and the moment I saw his hard cock, I bit my lip. I wanted to take it into my mouth and when Connor palmed himself, I let out a choked sound, my head falling back on the bed.

I heard his amusement. “You like that, baby?”

Unable to look at him, I simply nodded.

He put a knee to the small gap between my legs, gently nudging them open. I immediately spread for him. “You miss me like I miss you?”

“Uh-huh.”

He knelt in the vee of my thighs, one hand around his length, the other reaching out for me. “Yeah? Let’s see.”

The moment his warm fingertips glanced my slit, he hissed in a soft breath through gritted teeth. “My baby’s wet.”

My body sparked and then I was alight. Moaning softly, I lifted my hips marginally, chasing his touch. He rubbed me a long while, slowly, in a sensual massage. When his middle finger softly parted my flesh, pressing into me lightly, a short gasp escaped me. He teased me with a fingertip, shallowly dipping it inside me before removing it and circling my flesh, making me squirm.

Just when I thought I could take no more, he slowly pushed his finger up, inside me. My eyes rolled to the back to my head from sheer pleasure and the needy sound that escaped me exposed my desperation. He pushed in then slid out, gently at first, and when his thumb brushed over my clit, my entire body jerked.

Connor clicked his tongue. “I’ve neglected you too long and I’m sorry for that but I’m gonna make you feel real good, baby.”

When his finger left me, I made a noise of protest and lifted my head but before I could say a word, Connor was lying between my open legs, his head descending and when his tongue touched me, my back arched. Panting, I moaned as he spread my lips and feasted on me.

His low growl told me he was hungry and, evidently, I was delicious.

He ate at me, nipped at me, laved me with his tongue and when he closed his lips around the swollen bundle of nerves and suckled, I came almost immediately.

My body constricted, painfully tense, my core tightened and within moments, I was grinding myself into his open mouth, my legs shaking, blinding lights flashing before my eyes.

Ugh.

How embarrassing.

Mercifully, Connor didn’t seem to think so. “Yes, baby.” As I came down from my high, he placed wet kisses along my inner thigh before pulling me up to kneel and when he took my place on the bed, I crawled over him.

His hooded eyes were all the encouragement I needed. I felt his arousal poking at the curve of my ass and reached down to take it into my hands. The second I did, Connor put his hands to my hips, grasping them tightly then he breathed out, “I’ve dreamt of this.”

With a sly smile, I held his shaft firmly and lowered myself until the tip of him kissed my entrance. Swallowing hard at the intense feeling coursing through me, I began to sink down slowly. Wet and ready for him, I slid down partway. My vision turned hazy and my breathing shallowed.

Connor’s words were spoken through gritted teeth. “Oh, God, baby. So tight.”

It was a snug fit but it felt amazing.

I lifted myself a little then tried again. I needed more of him and I needed it now. I worked myself downward, sighing as I went. Over and over again, I repeated the same move until, with a light gasp, I was completely impaled, feeling nearly exceedingly full.

We stayed like that a short while, adjusting to each other, and only the sounds of light panting could be heard from the both of us. It felt too good. It was too raw.

We were a perfect fit.

When Connor’s hands gripped my waist, I towered over my husband and put two gentle hands to his chest. As I leaned in, he met me partway and the second his lips touched mine, my core clenched hard enough that Connor’s eyes closed slowly, his lips parting at my mouth. “Fuck.”


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