Falls Boys (Hellbent #1) Read Online Penelope Douglas

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, New Adult, Romance, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Hellbent Series by Penelope Douglas
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Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 130221 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 651(@200wpm)___ 521(@250wpm)___ 434(@300wpm)
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But then she stands up straight, her face falling as she looks behind me, and the next thing I know, someone is pulling me back from the window and slowly closing it again. I look over my shoulder, seeing Hawke with a towel around his waist as his bare chest covers my back. He reaches up, pulling the cord for the drape to descend, and I look out the window one last time, seeing Schuyler behind Dylan, watching us disappear behind the curtain.

When did he come in?

“I don’t want anyone else touching you while we’re messing around,” he says behind me. “You understand?”

I pause.

What is he doing? I said the same thing to him, and he agreed quickly, but it feels colder, him asking me.

Not to mention, he said he already knew I wouldn’t mess with anyone else.

“Get on the bed,” he murmurs.

My stomach drops a little, and my pulse quickens, but I hesitate. I like the words. I don’t like how he’s saying them.

“I thought that’s what you wanted,” he taunts, touching my hair. “Some fun. Some practice.”

I wanted a friend with benefits. He’s not acting like a friend. He’s behaving like an asshole.

“Maybe you’re right.” He sighs. “Maybe none of this is real. Maybe I should find out if I can finally screw Schuyler now. Should I find out?”

I don’t give a shit.

“Pump her in the back seat of my car tonight?”

My hands shake, the images coming unbidden. He could have anyone he wanted. And he’s good. For a recently deflowered virgin anyway.

“Maybe my naughty little Rebel cured me,” he coos in my ear. “Good girl. You were useful.”

Fuck off. I spin around, locking my jaw so hard my teeth ache, but in one swift movement, he wraps his arms around my thighs and lifts me high.

He comes in hard on my lips, moving over my mouth like he’s starving, and my body floods with heat. God. I slip my tongue in, and his growl travels down my throat as we nibble and hold each other tight.

We fall onto his bed, me straddling him, and I’m whipping off my hat and quickly unbuttoning the shirt.

“Don’t touch her,” I say, looking down at him.

He pulls the shirt down my arms and then sits up, unfastening my bra. “I don’t want to touch her.” He breathes hard over my lips. “Only you’re allowed to touch me. I want to do it all with you.”

I wrap my arms around his neck, and we fall back down, my jeans and underwear getting pushed down my legs and his towel is gone.

He reaches into his nightstand and pulls out a condom, and I don’t ask at what point he slipped those in there, but I’m hoping he has them in his car and in the hideout now too. Or will anyway.

I shift off a little, and he rolls it on, stroking his dick. I grab it from him, fitting him inside me, and he scoots up, leaning back against his headboard and gripping my hips as I start to slide him all the way inside me.

“Aro…” he groans.

I can’t go slow. Not right now. I rock into him, moving him in and out, faster and faster. My hips roll back and forth, and he comes up, sucking on my breasts. A moan escapes, and I let it, not trying to be quiet for anyone.

“Fuck…” I whimper, the head of his cock hitting deep inside. “It’s so hard, baby.”

“Fuck me, girl,” he growls. “Goddamn.”

I lean forward, holding the headboard behind him, and bounce, the wooden frame banging into the wall. My orgasm builds, and I start rolling again, chasing it as he pulls my ass in again and again.

“Hawke…” I moan. “I’m coming.”

I grind so fucking hard, getting him deeper and deeper, until the orgasm explodes. Sparks spread through my belly and down between my thighs, and I ride it out, crying out over and over. “Oh, God…” I jerk into his body, and then slam my mouth down on his, thrusting my hips and not slowing for him.

“Aro,” he whispers, grunting. “God, don’t fucking stop.”

And I can tell he’s close.

He digs his fingers into my ass, and his stomach flexes. His eyes squeeze shut, he freezes, and I climb off him, yanking off the condom.

“Aro!” he shouts.

But I bring my mouth down on him, sucking him down my throat and bobbing up and down.

“Oh my God…” He grips the back of my hair, thrusting up, pumping my mouth one, two, three, and… “Fuck!”

He spills into my mouth, and I hesitate a second, but then… I swallow it, and I keep going, sucking and finishing him off.

His chest rises and falls hard, but his hips slow and his grip in my hair relaxes as his orgasm subsides.

“Jesus…” he whispers.

I look up at him, loving the way every muscle is defined and how tense and good he came. I keep my eyes on him and lick his cock, playing and loving how he feels on my tongue.


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