Good Pucking Luck (The Jilted Exes Club #1) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: The Jilted Exes Club Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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“Stop what? I didn’t do anything. Oh, you mean stop showing you how big and strong I am?” I move my hands away, and he makes his pecs bounce again with incredible skill.

“I’m gonna leave.”

“I thought you were gonna get between my legs and drain my balls?”

Heat flares in my gut, even though I’d like nothing more than for that to not be my response. Cocky men aren’t hot, cocky men aren’t hot, cocky men aren’t hot.

Who am I kidding? We all know that’s a lie.

And he does have a great dick.

“Ugh. Fine.”

“You don’t have to,” he says, making me stop while I’m kissing my way down the wide expanse of his chest. I like that consent is important to him. It might be one of the sexiest things I’ve ever seen. I’ve never known someone who was so particular about it before, but it should be something everyone does.

I don’t look at him, just keep kissing my way down, down, down, as I tell him, “I want.” The truth is, I probably want too much. I should take advantage of a superhot guy wanting to sleep with me while I have the chance. There’s no guarantee it will happen again.

I lick his abs because really, how can I not? They’re too good to be real, and I was never the type of guy who cared about someone’s body before. I still don’t, not really, but they’re right there, and I’m very interested in them. A man can try something new, right?

Rylan runs his fingers through my short hair, holding the back of my head as I pretend there’s a mess on his stomach I must clean up with my tongue. I taste precum and maybe some sweat, and all it does is make me hungry for more.

When I settle between his legs, I take a moment to appreciate his cock. Is it bigger? That can’t be true, but I’m struck again by how thick he is. How full his huge balls get, and the veins in his cock, and how flushed it gets when it’s swollen and throbbing.

My erection pulses in response, achy and needy. As soon as I blow him, he’s going to blow me. It’s like my favorite holiday if I had one.

“Lick it,” Rylan instructs, and while it’s my instinct to argue with him, I’m hungry for his dick too, so I pretend it’s my idea, lean forward, and swipe my tongue along his thick shaft the way I’d been doing to his stomach moments before. “Fuuuuuck,” Rylan groans.

I lap at his balls, suck them, then go back to his cock again. I never know if I’m doing a good job or not, but Rylan’s fist tightens in my hair and he’s moaning and saying my name, so I take that as a good sign.

I suck his crown into my mouth. Hold the base of his dick, feel the heat radiate off his shaft and through my skin. I bob on him, my lips stretching to accommodate him, and there’s something incredibly sexy about that, about having to work to take him, about the way I choke when he goes too deep, but all that makes me want is to take him deeper, to do better so I can taste his thick load sliding down my throat.

And okay, also because I want to be the best cocksucker he’s ever had.

“God. Fuck yes. Keep going,” Rylan urges, which makes the spark of desire inside me flare even more.

I try to take him deeper, gag on him again, my lips stinging slightly from the stretch, and…what if he wants to fuck me? Wait. No. What am I thinking? This thing we’re doing won’t go that far.

“My hole,” he reminds me, and oh yeah, I forgot. I’m definitely not good at this. I shouldn’t be forgetting to play with his ass.

“Ouch,” I say when the bottle of lube accidentally hits me in the head.

Rylan chuckles, and I have to fight not to do the same. I pull off him and pump some lube into my hand. He spreads his legs wider, and I know I’m supposed to move, but I just don’t. I’m…holy fuck. I’m about to finger a hockey player’s ass. What world is this?

“Something wrong?” he asks.

“Nope. Everything is fine here,” I say because it is. I can totally do this. I can be good at sucking his dick and fingering him.

I slip a finger between his ass cheeks, rubbing the tight rim. Rylan makes a breathy sound that somehow thrums through me, while I continue rubbing his hole.

I lick his cock while I push my finger inside. His tight ass opens up for me, squeezing my digit, his body so damn hot inside. I might be whimpering. I don’t even know. I think I am, and I’m not proud of that, but I can’t help it.


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