Loving Dark Men Read Online J.A. Huss

Categories Genre: Dark, M-M Romance, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: J.A. Huss Advertisement1

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But I don’t. Not yet. There is so much more to do before we go there.

First, Nova Ryan deserves a reward. She has been a very good girl all week. Pleasuring me at my request. Allowing me to deny her.

My fingers slip up her skirt, slide her panties aside, and push between her legs. She actually gasps, her back arching and bucking a little when I find that sweet nub. Olsen is smiling, watching her writhe. I stroke her with my fingers, then ease one up inside her wet opening. She doubles over, like she almost can’t stand the pleasure.

I lean into her neck and whisper, “Come, Nova. Just let go. Because we’re going to be here all night and I don’t want you writhing in agony another moment.”

She’s so close that by the time I’m done speaking, she is gushing her pleasure all over my fingers.

Olsen lets out a small laugh, then crouches down, taking her flirty little skirt with him. It slides down her legs and into a pool of fabric at her feet. He does the same with her panties, then he looks up at me and I nod.

My hands slip behind her knees and I lift her up, opening her legs right in front of Olsen’s mouth. He dives in, his tongue out, ready to lap up her tangy release.

Nova moans, grasping for his head. I talk dirty to her as Olsen eats her out. “You like it, don’t you, Nova? You want Olsen’s face in your pussy until you come, don’t you?”

She’s moaning, “Yes, yes, yes…” over and over again.

Then her body goes stiff. Her back arches and she gushes again.

Olsen pulls back, his mouth all shiny and wet, smiling. I swing her around, aiming for the small couch. Then Olsen is there, sitting down. His pants gone, his dick standing straight up. I place her in his lap, facing me. He scoots down, lining his cock up with her ass, and then plays with her pussy to get it all wet and ready.

I watch him do this as I get rid of my pants and shirt too. Then I come towards her. Olsen has his hands between her legs, holding the tip of his cock in his hand, pushing it into her ass. She gasps, eyes wide with surprise. I move forward and hold her legs open. Then lean down and kiss her as Olsen pushes up deep inside her. She bites my lip, her fingernails clawing at my shoulders from the shock of it.

I push her down on his chest, helping her relax with soothing words. “You got this,” I whisper, unsure if she’s ever been double-penetrated. Maybe. It’s hard to tell. She’s not freaking out, but she’s not acting like a fucking porn star, either.

I take my time with her as Olsen slowly fucks her ass. Dragging my thumb up and down across her clit. One finger inside her pussy. She’s biting her lip, eyes closed. Panting hard. But her nipples are fully erect and the amount of juice dripping out tells me most of what I need to know.

I crouch down, lean forward, and lick her.

This makes Olsen moan. Because his dick is right there. My tongue laps against his shaft as I swirl it around her clit. My hand reaches for his balls, caressing them.

“Fuck, dude,” he groans. “Fuck. Just get inside her. Right now. I need to feel you.”

I lick him for that, sweeping my tongue right over his shaft.

“Now,” he growls. “Now, Locke.”

I stand up, wipe my mouth, then fist my dick as I move in. He’s watching me. I push Nova’s legs open, then press the tip of my cock against her opening. She begins to moan. I think she might even come. And when I enter her—and feel Olsen’s dick sliding past my own—I just let go of everything.

There is nothing left in this world but us.

Whenever I get to this part of the memory it starts to fade away. Always.

But that’s because of what came next. Which was Mercer.

It was always Mercer.

Hell, it still is.

I roll over in bed and find Nova’s sleeping face. She is like a baby when she’s like this. Innocent and sweet. But the baby always wakes up and starts to wail.

Nova’s no different.

She is very complicated when she’s not sleeping.

But it’s OK. I don’t mind. In fact, I don’t mind anything about Nova Ryan. Nothing. Because it all adds up to who and what she is. Which is the woman I love.

I lean over, push a few strands of hair away from her eyes, and wait to see if she’ll wake up.

She’s a sleeper. That hasn’t changed. So she doesn’t. She doesn’t even sigh, like she’s half-awake and sorta knows I’m watching her.

And this allows my mind to wander. I roll over on my back, put my hands behind my head, and stare up at the ceiling.


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