Feeling Again (Coming Alive Duet #1) Read Online T.O. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Coming Alive Duet Series by T.O. Smith
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 32732 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 164(@200wpm)___ 131(@250wpm)___ 109(@300wpm)
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He had a mouth that left you begging for more.

It wasn’t long before his lips were moving from my breasts and down my belly, dipping his tongue into my belly button. I gasped at the pure eroticism of it, my mind hazy with pleasure. I was writhing beneath him, desperate for him to screw me senseless.

My sweats went next. Hooking his fingers into my panties, he pulled them down slowly, his eyes never leaving mine. I swallowed hard, biting my bottom lip. He gripped my hips and lifted me off the ground a little before running his tongue over my clit, his eyes still on mine. I moaned loudly, fisting my hands in my own hair, tugging on the strands. “Jonah—” I whimpered.

“Let me taste you, baby girl.”

He slid his tongue inside of me, and then, he began to work wonders with that magical tongue of his. He swirled it around, pulled it out, flicked my clit, and dove back in again. I was drawing so close to that sinful edge, but I was desperately trying to hold it back.

I had never come on someone’s face before, and I wasn’t trying to start now.

He gripped my hip tightly, drawing a loud moan from my lips. I had a thing for pain, and Jonah didn’t know that. “Don’t you dare fucking hold back, Montana. Come for me,” he snarled.

I cried out, arching my back and fisting my hands at my side as he worked me down from my orgasm. He placed a gentle kiss on my clit and finished getting undressed.

I had no warning. Jonah gripped my hips and slid deep inside of me. I gasped, coming up off of the floor. “Oh, fuck!” I cried out, dropping back down. He was so big, and fuck, I was a virgin. I sucked in sharp breaths of air, my chest heaving.

I tightly gripped his forearms, digging my nails in to the point I broke the skin. I felt blood trickle down between my fingers, but fuck, I was not expecting his size. I was pretty sure he’d fucking ripped me apart.

He kissed me, lowering me back onto the floor. "Relax,” he coaxed me, reaching between us and rolling my nipple between his thumb and index finger. His other hand worked my clit. He wasn’t even fazed that I was a virgin.

I softly moaned his name, relaxing beneath him. He groaned appreciatively, bracing himself above me on his hands. His hips flexed backward before he pushed back into me. “Jonah,” I whimpered, wrapping my good leg tightly around his hips. He gripped my right hip with one of his hands, leaving his other hand on the floor to hold himself up. His fingers tightened their grip on my hip as he moved out and shoved back in with the same bruising force.

“Oh, fuck,” I moaned. I was going to come a second time, and it was going to be fucking earth-shattering. I just knew it.

“Jonah, fuck . . .” I gasped, not being able to finish my sentence as I drew closer to the explosive high I knew was going to happen.

“Come for me, baby girl,” he huskily growled in my ear. One hand pinched my nipple to the point it fucking hurt, and I lost it. Every bit of my control went out the window, and I didn’t give two shits if someone heard me coming around his cock.

“Jonah!” I screamed, coming apart around him. I felt him come in me, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. The world was exploding around me, and my vision was darkening at the edges.

7

Montana

I’d passed out after that blissful orgasm—had to. I distinctly remembered feeling concrete beneath my back, scratching at my bare skin. Not warm, comfortable sheets. Passing out was the only explanation.

I slowly ripped my eyes open, staring at the ceiling above me. I felt like I was crawling out of my skin. How long had I been out?

Obviously long enough for my high to wear off and for me to begin craving even more.

I released a low moan of discomfort. The door opened, and I slowly turned my head in that direction. John and Jonah were staring back at me, both of their arms crossed over their wide chests.

The scowl that settled over John’s features made me want to cry. I bit my lip and sat up, wincing at the pain in my back and down between my legs.

I hated disappointing my brother, but that’s what I was. A huge fucking lump of disappointment.

“Say what you’ve got to say,” I managed to get out, thankful my voice was just scratchy from sleep and didn’t reveal the torment I was feeling inside my soul. Even Jonah was keeping his distance from me. Yet, hours ago, he’d been sinking into me, treating me with tenderness and care, something I hadn’t experienced . . . well, ever, really.


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