Haunted Love Read Online Sheridan Anne

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 131330 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 657(@200wpm)___ 525(@250wpm)___ 438(@300wpm)
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Reaching up, his warm hand presses to my stomach to hold me still, and when his skilled tongue swipes through my wetness again, I become paralyzed—the perfect captive to his wicked pleasure.

His mouth closes over my clit, his tongue flicking back and forth as he sucks and teases. I groan as I clutch my tit with one hand, teasing my nipple and knotting my other into his hair, refusing to let go. He works me with the kind of skill that can’t be human, and just when I think it couldn’t possibly get better, he reaches up and pushes two thick, long fingers deep inside of me.

I throw my head back in pure ecstasy, barely able to catch my breath, but he doesn’t ease up, determined to set my world on fire. His fingers curl inside me, massaging my walls as they tremble around him, contracting as my hips wildly jolt with satisfaction.

“Oh, God,” I groan, inching closer and closer to the edge.

His tongue works me, rolling over my clit, and as his fingers push deeper inside, I can’t hold on to it a second longer. I detonate, coming hard on his fingers, my walls shattering around him as I cry out. My high rocks through my body, blasting through my veins and pulsing right to the tips of my fingers and toes.

Everything clenches inside me, but he doesn’t dare stop sucking and nipping at my sensitive clit, and with every swipe of his tongue or thrust of his skilled fingers, my orgasm intensifies.

He holds me up as my body trembles with desperation, and as my orgasm eases, this relentless, beautiful stranger pulls back. I gasp, my weight heavy against the wall of the dark room as he gets back to his feet. I’m forced to clutch his wide shoulders to remain upright, but when he steps into me and curls his big hands around my waist, my grip loosens.

I feel his erection through the front of his pants, pressing against my stomach, causing sheer panic to pulse through me. He’s huge—a fucking monster, bigger than most of the toys hidden in my bedside drawer.

Surely he won’t fit.

Perhaps this isn’t a good idea. Maybe I should start with someone a little more . . . proportionate.

His big hand curls around my throat, his thumb stretching to my chin and forcing it up, and despite not being able to see any of his features in the darkness, I feel the exact moment his eyes meet mine. “Stop,” he growls in a deep tone that rumbles through his chest. “You’re overthinking it. You can take me.”

“I . . . you’re so big,” I whisper, unsure if he can even hear me over the electrifying music.

“Yes. Now touch me.”

Oh, God. I’m hit with a wave of nerves as my hands tremble against his shoulders, but the thought of pulling away and not getting to feel his huge cock in the palm of my hand tears at something deep within me.

I need this. I need him.

Pushing aside my nervousness, I go for it, letting my hunger drive me on.

I dig my thumbs into the waistband of his pants and shimmy them down his hips, sucking in a gasp as his heavy cock springs free, landing against my stomach. There’s a distinct feel of a piercing brushing against my skin, and it only excites me further. He pushes his pants down until they drop to the ground, and as he steps out of them and kicks them away, I waste no time curling my fingers around his thickness.

I gasp at the feeling of him against my palm. He’s velvety smooth with thick, prominent veins leading up to his bulbous, pierced tip, and as I curl my thumb over the top, he shudders against me. “Just like that, Little Birdy. Again.”

His words are like a demand, and I find myself eager to please him, immediately rolling my thumb over his tip again. A deep growl rumbles through his chest, and I tighten my hold before starting to pump my fist up and down, truly getting a feel for his impressive size.

His head tilts forward, coming undone from my touch, and it spurs me on. I need to feel him crumble against me, need to hear his ragged breath hitch over the sound of the throbbing bass filling the room, so I work him with everything I’ve got until his hands are at my ass, lifting me effortlessly into his arms.

My legs lock around his waist, and he buries his lips against my neck—kissing, licking, and nipping at the sensitive skin below my ears until I’m a squirming mess in his strong arms. He pins me with his big body against the wall, and as his tongue roams over my skin, I have a flash of Izaac, imagining his eyes, his touch, his tongue, and cock in my hand. A shiver trails down my skin, the hunger intensifying at just the thought of Izaac ever working my body like this.


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