How to Lose at Love (Campus Legends #1) Read Online Sara Ney

Categories Genre: College, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Campus Legends Series by Sara Ney
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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 105306 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 527(@200wpm)___ 421(@250wpm)___ 351(@300wpm)
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If he went to the bars…

“You’re so big,” I tell him, getting him hot. “You like that I’m tight?”

“Yes.”

He can barely get the word out.

This is power, I think.

This is the power of the pussy.

The thing women whisper about—and I have it.

It feels amazing, being in control, like the strongest aphrodisiac.

Inside my core, I feel the first stirring of that tingle, the first hint of an orgasm, one I know is going to be a good one.

I lean in again to whisper in his ear. “I’m gonna come.”

“Come for me, baby.” He thrusts harder, though he doesn’t need to; I’m going to come hard no matter what, no thrusting necessary. His dick is doing the job.

My lips press against his neck, feeling the pulse there, his skin hot.

He fucks me and fucks me until I can no longer hold in my loud, drawn-out moan.

“Oh God…oh Dallas…fuck…”

“Let it go, baby.”

He calls me baby for the second time, and I revel in the false words I know won’t be true in the morning but somehow sound so good to me in this moment.

Tomorrow when we wake up, we’ll be back to reality, and won’t that be a shame.

twenty-eight

dallas

“A boyfriend would be nice, but I’m already in a committed relationship with my right hand.”

– Kyle the cook

I’m not in my own bed.

It’s dark as fuck in here, and my arm moves to the side, making contact with a warm body I explore with the palm of my hand.

I raise my wrist so I can check the time, wincing at the bright light blinding me, and see that it’s three in the morning.

Too soon to get up and be productive or go for a run.

My dick tingles.

Gotta pee.

I ease out of bed, trying not to make any sound, feeling my way out the door and into the small living room, past the kitchen to the bathroom, which could seriously be closer to the bedroom—who the fuck laid out the floor plan for this apartment?

Oddly enough, when I slide back into her bed, I’m not compelled to roll to the edge of the mattress, as far away from her as I can so I can fall back asleep but keep my distance, as I’ve done in the past with girls I’ve had one-night stands with.

Not only do I not find my own space on the bed to avoid her, I find myself rolling toward her sleeping form so I can—and don’t think I’m a fucking creep for doing this…

I watch her sleep, only for a few moments.

Her hand is tucked under her chin, the moonlight shining through the window affording me a clear view.

I reach out so my palm can stroke her hair; my fingertips feel how smooth it is as it flows through my hands like sand. Ryann’s skin is also super smooth, like glass as my finger slowly traces the bridge of her nose down to the tip.

She’s so pretty it makes my resting heart race.

Ryann moves, ass wiggling, her hand reaching back and resting on my hip. She pats me a few times before shifting again, this time presenting her back as she faces the opposite wall.

Well, shit.

This is lame. Now what?

Sleep, Dallas. Sleep.

I can’t.

You have to—you had a long fucking day.

But…

I see her eyes looking up at me as she sucks my dick, hear the sound she made when it was buried in her throat. The way she didn’t back down when I said I was going to come, swallowing my cum like a champion rather than jerking me off to finish.

Her mouth around my dick.

Sucking.

Choking me down.

Is there a sexier sight? If there is, I haven’t seen it.

I check my watch, groaning when I see only twenty minutes have passed.

Rolling to my back, I sling my arm across my closed eyes.

Unable to find a comfortable spot on my pillow, my head inches several centimeters toward her. I fit my body behind hers so we’re a proper set of spoons—ones that fit snuggly and perfectly.

Her hair tickles my nose.

My nose finds her neck and sniffs, lips pressing a kiss on her pulse.

Ryann stirs.

Arms go above her head in a stretch. I use the opportunity to slide my hand over her waist, over her stomach, fanning out my fingers.

Nuzzle her neck; she’s fast asleep.

Soft.

Warm.

Cuddly.

I can’t help it if the position gets me hard any more than I can help being more awake than I’d prefer to be at this hour of the night, but on the other hand, it feels good to just…

Hold her, I guess.

Never done this with anyone before.

Ryann wiggles her ass, her round cheeks cradling my cock.

She’s got on underwear and a tank top but never put her pajamas back on even though she complained about being cold when we finally decided it was time to sleep, her pants still in a heap in the living room where we left them.


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