Husband Trouble (Bad For Me #5) Read Online Lindsey Hart

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors: Series: Bad For Me Series by Lindsey Hart
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77793 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
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I watch her face as she watches me thrust faster inside her. I watch myself, I watch us together, and I watch her eyes with the crazy-blown pupils. I also watch her cheeks flush, her chest rise and fall with every raspy breath, and her swollen lips part on an exhale of pure pleasure.

I’m done. I’m so fucking finished.

Her hips rise to meet me with every thrust, and between the way her body rolls beneath me and the way she’s clenching me from the inside as the last shocks of her climax pass…did I say I was done?

I thrust once more, then pull out, grasping my dick and stroking it a few times. Within moments, I’m coming hard, though I make sure I keep things contained and that nothing gets out of control. Because that would not be a good first-time experience. Or maybe I should say it wouldn’t be a polite first-time experience. Even while my balls are clenching up tight, my muscles are shuddering, and the waves of pleasure are contracting every muscle I have, I’m very conscious of what I’m doing, which doesn’t ruin things at all. I think it makes it even better. Hands down, this is the best climax I’ve ever had in my life.

I only hope it was just as good for Echo.

My eyes fly open, and when I find Echo watching me pump my dick after just finishing on her stomach, her eyes burning into me with clear desire mixed with sated pleasure, I let out a sigh of relief.

“That was hot,” she says before I can say anything at all, like start apologizing or tripping over my words. “And it was nice. No, nice isn’t the word to describe such a nice experience like that, but I’m going to go with it because right now, my brain is a total scrambled eggs gray matter mess.”

“I like scrambled eggs,” I manage to get out.

“Me too, actually.”

I stare down at her, feeling a tad bit embarrassed as I start to cool off. “Umm, I’m sorry. I kind of thought I was doing the gentlemanly thing there, but I…now I feel like it might not have been. Let me just get my boxers, and I’ll-”

Echo’s laughter cuts me off. “There are towels in the bathroom. Please do not use your gotch.”

“Okay, towels. Right, yes.” I dash off for the bathroom, which is probably not in the direction of the kitchen, so I careen the other way, and yes, there’s the door, sitting slightly open.

The bathroom is bright enough, so I don’t have to turn on a light to find the towels. I grab one off the rack to the side of the sink and hastily run back. Echo laughs as soon as she sees me.

“Your face,” she giggles. “Oh my god, it’s alright. I’m not embarrassed about it, and you shouldn’t be either.” She takes the towel from me and wipes herself down before scrunching it into a ball and setting it aside. She curls her legs into her chest as she sits up. “We’re good. Thank you for checking with me first. It’s very considerate and sweet of you.”

“I don’t know if you can call it that.” I feel like my face is being roasted over an open firepit as it’s so hot.

“Oh, it is.” She stands up, and my eyes nearly pop out of my head. Now the heat isn’t the only thing rising, and it’s not my face being affected. She walks over and takes my hand, then leans in close and tugs my face down for a kiss that is deep and passionate, and yup, my ego definitely isn’t the one inflating. “How are you going to handle the ceiling or the fridge if you’re blushing about the floor?” She winks at me. “And yes, I’m still up for that. Or, if you prefer, we can start in the bedroom, get comfortable with each other, and work our way up. Literally.”

That’s all it takes to make me crack a grin, and then, suddenly, I’m laughing so hard that I have to wipe tears out of my eyes. She laughs, too, a belly-rumbling, ab-tugging, and more tear-wiping kind of laugh. As soon as she recovers, she leaps up onto me, and I catch her easily. Her legs lock around my hips, and her hands grasp my shoulders.

“Bedroom’s that way.” She doesn’t point or even motion to it.

I think she realizes she’s the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, and I don’t ever want to take my eyes off her ever again. The craziest part? I think she might be drowning in me a little bit too.

I start steering us in some random direction, and when she claims my mouth and kisses me again, I think whatever direction we end up moving in is going to be the right one.


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