Inked Beasts – Reverse Harem Romance Read Online Stephanie Brother

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 69
Estimated words: 65083 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 325(@200wpm)___ 260(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
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His voice softens, but he was never one to change his mind easily. “Personally, I think it’s a great time. How long were you with him?”

My arms fold across my chest. “We met after I graduated college.” I thought he was such a prize, an educated, urbane, wealthy man.

“Years, then. I don’t know all the details of your relationship, and I don’t want to know, but I saw enough of him today to be certain he couldn’t be a good lover. He’s too selfish.”

Our sex life wasn’t terrible, but it wasn’t great, either. I assume that most people’s sex lives are just okay. Other things matter more.

“A wager,” Kai says. “I can give you better sex in ten minutes than you ever had with him.”

Damn him. A wager. He knows me too well. “What do you get if you win?”

“You come to family dinner tonight.”

“I was going to do that anyway.”

“And you give me a few hours, another time, to show you what great sex is like.”

I stare at him. “Hours?”

He shrugs, but there’s no mistaking the look on his face. “Once won’t be enough.”

God, this man. How did I survive fifteen years without him? “And what if you lose?” I already know he won’t, but I have to ask for the wager to exist.

“Then you can pack your bags and run back to Scott.” There’s a glint in his eye that says that won’t be happening, no matter the outcome of this little arrangement.

I shake my head. “You know this is ridiculous.”

He shrugs, and I have to laugh. Kai and I were as combustible as gasoline and fire, but for all our fighting, we were never at odds down deep where it mattered.

I look around the room, and Kai says, “You’re right, you are distracted. We can table our experiment until later. But how about a down payment? Sixty seconds. One kiss.”

Maybe I should say no, but my skin still aches to touch him. “Okay. I can do that.”

He comes to me, lowering his head. I wrap my arms around his neck and rise up to meet him, and he fits his mouth to mine.

Kai doesn’t take, doesn’t demand. He gives—gives himself to me, using his mouth to promise so many things that words can’t express. More than pleasure, more than lust.

Need roars through me like a firestorm. The kiss goes on and on, and when we finally break off, I only take a moment to breathe before I drag his head back to mine, impatient, greedy.

He picks me up, hands under my ass, and puts my back against the wall, still kissing me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and he shifts his hold to one hand—fuck, he’s so strong—and slides the other under the skirt of my dress, up my thigh, and into my panties.

I’m slippery wet. Kai growls into my mouth; I moan into his. I hear his zipper working, he pulls my underwear aside, and then the blunt head of his cock nudges at my entrance.

I wasn’t wrong about what I felt while we were dancing. He’s so big. He presses into me a bit at a time, stretching me, and it’s the most glorious thing I’ve ever felt.

When he’s buried balls-deep inside me, he rests his forehead against mine for a moment, and I take his face in my hands, trying to show without words how much I cherish this, and him, because this isn’t some cheap tryst, no matter what it looks like. It’s beautiful.

I kiss him, tenderly, and say, “Fuck me, Kai.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He shifts both hands to my ass, gripping me firmly, and starts to move. Slowly, at first, his thick shaft dragging against my inner walls, then faster.

“Oh, fuck,” I moan.

He speeds up until he’s pounding into me, his cock bumping some spot deep inside, and my orgasm barrels down on me so fast I have almost no warning before it hits. I cry out as I convulse around him, my whole body shuddering with the force of my release. Kai doesn’t stop, doesn’t even slow down, and my climax multiplies, intensifies until I’m screaming, so loudly that he puts his hand over my mouth, and fuck, that’s hot.

I don’t even try to be quiet; I just scream into his hand as he pummels me, until he drives home a final time and pours himself out inside me.

We stay there, panting, a few moments; and then, somehow, he walks us backward to the bed, eases down to sit on it, and lies back with me on top of him, still inside me. I’m fine with that. We’re a sticky mess, but I could stay in this afterglow haze indefinitely.

Except that I still need to pack, and go back downstairs, and—oh, fuck—my father has probably left on his honeymoon without me saying goodbye.


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