Dear Bridget, I Want You Read online Penelope Ward, Vi Keeland

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 83109 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 416(@200wpm)___ 332(@250wpm)___ 277(@300wpm)
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He moved his mouth away from my lips.

“Do that again. Squeeze your pussy around my cock. Swallow it up.”

When I followed his command, he thrust into me with more force. He began to kiss down my neck before landing on my breasts. He took my nipple gently between his teeth and spoke huskily into my skin, “I love seeing my marks on you.”

Every time he spoke dirty, I became even more revved up.

“Tell me what you want, Bridget.”

“I want you to fuck me harder.”

“Wrap your legs around my back.”

After I did just that, I could feel him even deeper at this angle. I loved watching his perfect chest and abs as he moved in and out of me. His hair was a sexy, rustled mess, half-covering his smoldering eyes. In that moment, he truly had never looked hotter to me.

The slick sounds of our arousal and the slapping of our skin was all you could hear.

He spoke through his thrusts, “I want you to think about me tomorrow when you feel me between your legs.”

I began to move my hips, encouraging him to go even rougher on me. He took the hint and sped up his thrusts. He returned his mouth to my lips, his kiss an attempt to soften the blow of his ramming into me.

As I savored the addicting taste of his tongue, I realized that I could never forget how this felt.

He stopped kissing and looked me in the eyes. I almost wished he hadn’t. I could handle fucking him with my eyes half closed, but the connection was too painful.

I closed my eyes.

“Open your eyes, Bridget.”

I opened them again and saw my reflection in his blue pupils.

“Look at me until you come. Don’t close them again.”

I finally let go of the hold that I had placed on my orgasm. My mouth opened into a silent scream as my pussy convulsed around him. Simon kept his eyes on me as the guttural sounds of his orgasm echoed through the room. The heat of his cum filled me. He kept moving in and out of me, gradually slowing his movements as he kissed me softly.

“You’re amazing, Bridget. So goddamn amazing.”

An enormous sadness suddenly replaced the euphoria of my orgasm. The empty feeling I knew would come was even stronger than I imagined—the fear stronger than I imagined. It was hard for me to admit to myself that even though I’d implied that it would be just one time, just sex—I wished it meant more.

I wished he would stay. And I wished he would love me.

Simon and I lay in his bed listening to the sound of the afternoon rainfall.

I did something I almost never do; I took a nap—in his arms. Around 6PM, Simon was still sleeping when I threw one of his T-shirts over me and made my way to the kitchen.

I poured a tall glass of water to quench my parched throat.

A few minutes later, chills ran through me when I felt him at my back. Knowing he was behind me, my body came alive. The need for him was ten times worse now.

He didn’t say anything as he gathered my hair to the side and kissed my neck.

I was expecting him to say something, maybe talk more about his planned move or apologize for his plan to fuck and run.

Instead, I closed my eyes and relished the feel of his lips on my body again. My clit started to throb as if our fucking had installed a magic button of recognition inside of me that turned on the moment he touched me.

I could feel that his cock was fully rigid through his boxer briefs. He was rubbing against my ass.

“I thought we said just once,” I muttered.

“I need you again. Please. Just one more time,” he said against my neck as he pulled on my hair.

I closed my eyes, conceding to my body.

Still behind me, he lifted the T-shirt and soon I felt his fingers sink into my pussy.

“You’re so wet right now. Or is that my cum still inside of you? So fucking hot, Bridget.”

He pulled his fingers out of me and instead stuck one of them at the entrance to my ass. Using my own arousal as lubricant, he slowly pushed it inside, moving in and out ever so slowly.

The sensation was nothing like I’d ever felt before.

“Isn’t this what you said you wanted? My finger in your ass…”

Panting, I answered, “Yes.”

He spoke gruffly in my ear, “Actually, I believe what you wanted was my cock inside of your other orifice while I finger fucked your ass.”

I could hear him sliding his underwear down. Within seconds, I felt the hot tip of his penis at my opening. He entered me in one swift movement. Fully inside, he began to fuck me in sync with the movement of his finger in my ass.


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