If You Want Me (Toronto Terror #2) Read Online Helena Hunting

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Toronto Terror Series by Helena Hunting
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Total pages in book: 153
Estimated words: 147021 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 735(@200wpm)___ 588(@250wpm)___ 490(@300wpm)
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I brush my lips against hers. “Lie back for me.”

She complies, falling against the pillows. I skim her clit with my knuckle. “So wet and ready.”

“It’s like this every time I think about you.” Her legs part for me, and I tease her opening.

Batdick rolls into her sock-covered foot, and I snatch it up before she can. “I think it’s time I find out why you’re so in love with this.”

Her eyes flare for a moment, but her grin turns coy. “But you’re right here. Why would I need Batdick when I can have you?”

“You get me later.” I push my sleeves up to my elbows and note the arrow at the bottom of the device. I twist it, and the vibrator buzzes to life.

“I can show you.” Aurora moves to sit up.

“I think I can figure it out.” I shift so I’m between her spread thighs and press the buzzing head to her clit. She shrieks, and her knees clamp against my hips.

When she tries to wriggle away, I bar my forearm over her stomach, pinning her to the bed, but dial back the buzzing. Her legs fall open again, and her eyes roll up. She sucks in a gasping breath as I slide the vibrator inside her, watching it disappear inch by slow inch. “Oh, fuck. Yes, please…” She groans when I tilt it up as I pull it back out, slick and coated with her juices.

I start a slow, easy rhythm. The kind that will keep her on the edge, needing more. “Tonight, when we’re alone, I’ll fill this pretty little mouth with my cock first, and then I’ll fuck this greedy pussy until you’re coming all over me.”

“Oh, God, do it now, please.” She snakes a hand between her thighs, but I capture her wrist.

How much would I love to send her to class with swollen lips? But I don’t want to rush. I shake my head. “Bratty girls have to wait to get fucked properly.” I bend down and bite the inside of her thigh, close to her knee.

“I need more,” she whimpers.

“You’ll get more when I’m ready to give it to you.” I change the angle, finding the spot inside that makes her eyes roll up again and those deep moans I love so much tumble over her lips. I give in to the urge to taste her, pushing the vibrator deep as I capture her swollen clit and suck. At the same time, I drag the thumb on my free hand along the edge of the vibrator, going lower still, until I graze my thumb over door number two, as she likes to call it, while blushing.

She drags in a high-pitched gasp as I gently massage the tight opening. I lift my gaze to hers and press against it, testing her.

“Hollis,” her voice is soft and breathy.

“You want more, Princess?” I lap at her clit.

“Please, yes,” she whimpers.

I keep fucking her with the vibrator while I circle her clit with my tongue and ease my thumb into her ass, up to the first knuckle.

“Oh God. Oh my God.” She grips one breast and arches.

I push in farther, cock kicking at the possibilities. At how fun it will be to show her all the ways I can make her feel good.

“I feel so full. That’s… Oh, I—” Her hands slide into my hair, and she moans my name, hips rolling and jerking as her thighs close around my head. She shudders violently and tries to pull my mouth away, but I suck again, addicted to the sound of my name on her lips, the feel of her pulsing against my tongue.

I lick her one last time and lift my head as her hands fall from my hair. I ease my thumb out first, then turn off the vibrator and slowly withdraw it. Her eyes flutter open, and I smile at the dazed look on her face. “Feel better?”

“Immensely,” she mutters. “You can fuck me with Batdick any time you want. And do that thing with your thumb.” Her cheeks flush pink.

I give her a quick kiss, wishing I could fuck her exactly the way I want to, then glance at the clock on her nightstand. “I have to go. I’ll see you tonight.”

“But you’re rocking a ridiculous hard-on.” She flings a hand in the direction of my crotch. The jogging pants don’t help my situation.

“Don’t worry, I’ll calm down.” I leave her sprawled on her bed and rush to shove my feet into my shoes and nab my jacket from the floor. I adjust my hoodie so it covers my problem and head for the elevators. The doors slide open, and Roman looks up from his phone.

“Hey, man, I was just texting you.” His gaze shifts to the number on the elevator. “Were you at Peggy’s?”


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