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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Frowning down at the not-so-little-guy, I worked it. “Hold on.” I tried and tried to get hard but it was taking a while. I chuckled down at my open jeans. “I got a case of whiskey dick, sweet thing.” I kept pulling and pulling, harder and harder. If I pulled any harsher, I’d skin my junk.

An irritated sigh left me and I closed my eyes. “Maybe suck on it a little.”

I hope she liked the taste of sweat.

“Hello, Connor,” said a voice that I only heard in my dreams but when I opened my eyes, somebody else stood there.

My head was spinning and I tried real hard to focus on the woman. She helped me out by turning on the switch to her right. The room was lit and when I managed to focus on her, I remembered.

“Emmy.” A smile stretched my lips. “My sweet, soft Emmy.” My stomach turned and I took another pull of my beer. “Well, look at you,” I said, grinning. “You’re officially one of the beautiful people. Good for you, baby.” Another pull of beer and I couldn’t see properly anymore. The room was rotating at an alarming rate. I held onto the countertop with both hands. “Whoa. Careful. The floor is spinning again.”

My sweet baby girl, my Emmy, she didn’t look happy. “Connor, you need to shower.”

When she took my arm, I went with her. I’d fucking follow this woman anywhere.

She led me to the bathroom and I let her undress me because, shit, I couldn’t do it myself.

“And then we’ll fuck?”

She didn’t even look at me, just started the shower. “Sure, sweetie.”

Emily smiled at me and I was hers. I’d do whatever the fuck she wanted right then. “Did I ever tell you that you were the best lay I ever had?”

“No, you didn’t.”

She all but pushed me into the shower and I stumbled in. Warm water spilled over me and it felt good. I lifted my face into the spray. “Your pussy is bomb. Never had anything like it.” Was everything else moving or was I moving? “Tight. Wet. Sweet.” I growled low in my throat at the memory of how she felt around my meat.

Damn.

If heaven were a place, it’d be Emmy’s cunt.

“Yeah.” Emily didn’t sound impressed. “Liked it so much you wrote a song about it.”

Oh, that.

She went on. “If I remember correctly, you asked me if I thought I was special, told me I was just another Jane Doe.” I opened my eyes under the spray and watched her face closely but it blurred. “Then, rather bluntly, said to go fuck myself, because I made you wish you were dead. Remember that?” She smiled civilly. “I do.”

There was a weird feeling in the pit of my stomach. It made me feel lower than dirt.

I didn’t like it.

Holding onto the edge of the shower, I stuck my head out of the stall, wet hair spilling droplets onto the tiled floor. “Kiss me, Emmy.” I chased her lips but she pulled away. “I need you, baby.”

And then something miraculous happened.

My dick began to harden for the first time in months.

“Hey!” I said excitedly. “Look.” I pointed to my cock. “You did that, baby. C’mon.” I grasped her arm and tried to pull her into the shower with me. “Let’s fuck.”

But she slipped away.

“Don’t…” I suddenly seethed and in a moment of pure rage, I lifted my hand and punched the tiled wall of the stall. “Don’t run away. Not again.”

Always slipping away from me. I hated her for that.

Emily always surprised me so when she slipped a dress strap from her shoulder down her arm, I should’ve known to expect something special from her.

“Yes.” I gripped my cock and squeezed hard, my lip curling. “Take it off, baby.”

The other strap fell down her arm and when she stepped out of her dress, wearing only her sexy lace underwear, kicked off her heels and stepped into the shower, my arms went out to her.

Didn’t she know I needed her?

It was strange. Here she was in front of me, looking hotter than hell, and all I could think about was Emmy from a few months ago. Soft Emmy, in her white cotton briefs.

What was happening to me?

When she didn’t step into my arms, I sighed. She wasn’t going to make it easy for me. I wondered just how much she’d let me get away with. My hand came up to one round breast and my fingers bit into the flesh there, squeezing.

Her nipple was hard. All I wanted to do was wrap my lips around it and suck the ever-loving shit out of it. I knew how she loved her tits sucked. I was the only one who did. The noises she made when I bit at those tight little raspberry-flavored buds was something that would stay with me forever.


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