I Wish You Were Mine (Harbor Village #2) Read Online Jessica Peterson

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Harbor Village Series by Jessica Peterson
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 104288 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 521(@200wpm)___ 417(@250wpm)___ 348(@300wpm)
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I press the heel of my hand against my clit. My hips roll against my touch, seeking more. “Maybe I don’t want you to control yourself.”

“Yes, you do.” But before I can ask what he means by that, he ducks his head and sucks my nipple into his mouth. The throb in my pussy blares to bright new heights. I feel my orgasm inching closer.

I want to come. Badly. But I also want to make this last. To draw it out. Tuck is right—if we only have one night together, I don’t want to rush.

Who knows when I’ll have sex this good again? Maybe never.

The thought is depressing, so again, I ignore it.

Tuck presses the flat of his tongue to my nipple before nicking it with his teeth. Lightning cracks down my middle when he moves to the other nipple and does the same thing there.

“Anything I should know?” he breathes against my skin.

I look at him, confused.

“I was tested last month,” he explains. “Nothing to worry about from my end.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah, same here. I’m not on birth control, though, so⁠—”

“I always use condoms anyway.”

Are all older guys this forthcoming? It’s refreshing. A little intimidating too, but in a good way. Tuck doesn’t mess around, and I like that. Makes me feel safe.

Also, when he says he always uses condoms . . . does that mean he’s having sex often? When does he have it? I feel like he’s either at work or at home with Katie.

It’s none of my business who my boss sleeps with, obviously. But I’m curious nonetheless.

More curious than I should be about a man who is clearly unavailable. Emotionally speaking, anyway.

Then Tuck is moving lower, kissing my belly, my hip, before he scoops his palms under my ass and hikes me up on my shoulder blades so my pussy meets with his mouth.

He gives my ass cheek a quick, hard squeeze, making me yelp. Then he noses my hand aside and kisses me. A press of his lips to my clit that’s delicate at first. Tender, almost, a striking contrast to the sting on my backside. It makes my chest go soft, even as it sends sensation soaring through me, the muscles in my legs tightening to an almost painful degree as I arch against him.

He watches me watching him. His gaze is focused, possessed, and I feel my face flushing with heat. Not because he’s eating me out. But because he’s paying attention to how I feel while he does it.

He opens his mouth and flicks my clit with his tongue.

“Tuck.” I grab at him, needing something to hold on to, but I find only air. I whimper. See stars when he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“I got you, Tiny.” Tossing my leg over his shoulder, he sets me back down on the edge of the bed and falls to his knees. His hand finds mine. It’s huge, dry, and very warm, and I hold on to it for dear life.

His other hand is on my inner thigh now. He thumbs my slit, holding me open wider as he circles his tongue over my clit. Then I feel a blunt fingertip nudging at my entrance. There’s a slight burn when it slips inside.

“Oh,” I pant.

“That hurt?”

I shake my head. “Just feels full.”

“You’re so fucking small here.” His eyes meet mine. “You’re gonna feel like heaven.”

“Now that might hurt.”

He shakes his head. His finger presses farther inside me, curling when it meets my G-spot. “You can handle it, Tiny.”

“From what I’ve seen, I’m not so sure.”

He smirks before licking my clit. “You been lookin’ too, huh?”

“How the hell could I not look? You’re, like, a southern Thor who surfs.”

Tuck laughs. A big, booming laugh that gives me that soft feeling in my chest again. “You sayin’ I’m a god?”

“I’m saying you’re a big guy.”

“Which is why we gotta get you nice and ready.” He thrusts his finger in. Out.

But it’s the way he twines his fingers of his other hand through mine that almost sends me over the edge.

“You’re excellent at this,” I say.

He chuckles again, his breath a gust of warmth against my pussy. “I know. Now shut the fuck up and come on this tongue like a good girl.”

Dirty talk. I’ve done it before. Never liked it.

But this?

This, I love.

He plays with my clit with his tongue, then his lips. He keeps thrusting that finger. I feel another pressing against me, wanting to join the first. The pressure is slightly painful and totally, unbearably arousing.

My entire body rises into his touch, my hips rolling against his mouth and fingers.

“Let me know you heard me,” he growls.

I nod. “Tuck. I heard you.”

“Louder.”

“I heard you.”

The tightness between my legs becomes white hot. His tongue works frantically over my clit. I draw our joined hands to my breast and together we play with my nipple.


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