Made For Us (Made For #3) Read Online Natasha Madison

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Made For Series by Natasha Madison
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Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
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Pulling open the fridge, I grab a water bottle when I hear someone coming down the stairs. I see Tristan walking into the kitchen. He’s rubbing the sleep out of his eyes as he sees me with concern on his face. “Are you okay?” He walks to me wearing just his black boxer briefs.

“I was thirsty,” I reply, my mouth drooling at the sight of him. I turn away, afraid my face is flushed again. “You can go to bed.”

“I’m not leaving you alone,” he states, and then he leans against the counter. “You look really fucking good in my shirt.”

My nipples suddenly peak, and because the shirt is white, it’s very evident. “Thank you,” I say awkwardly before I walk to him, standing in front of him. “It smells like you.”

He pushes the hair over my shoulder, stepping even closer in front of me. “I’m trying really hard right now,” he says, his voice thick with need, “to not push you.”

“What if you weren’t trying?” I put the bottle of water down on the counter, wanting to have my hands free. “What would you do?”

“First, I would kiss your neck.” I move my head to the side, giving him access, and he doesn’t wait for another invitation. He bends his head and kisses my neck softly before trailing his tongue out and then sucking.

“I’m okay with that,” I assure him, my eyes closing as he moves from my neck to my ear. “What else?” I try to swallow, but my mouth is dry.

“Then I’d move my hand under the shirt and see if your nipples are as hard as they look.” I’m so freaking on edge that I moan at the thought of him doing this. I arch my back and feel his hands slowly moving up over my stomach to my tits. He groans out when both hands graze my nipples, and the minute he rolls each nipple at the same time, my head falls back, and I moan and shudder. My hand comes out to grab his cock, which has been hard ever since he came down the stairs.

I don’t know who moans the loudest. I don’t know whose hands go where, but all I can think about is sucking his cock. “Ever since the first time,” I say, moving my hands into his boxers and feeling his hard cock in my hand. “I’ve thought of doing this again.” There in the middle of the kitchen, I squat down so my face is right in front of his cock. I don’t think he’s expecting me to do this, so he’s just watching as I pull his boxers down and take his cock into my mouth. I moan as I fist him, moving my hand and my mouth at the same time.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his hands going into my hair, and it makes me even wetter knowing I’m giving him this pleasure. “That mouth,” he says as his hips thrust, “I’ve dreamed about it every single day since.”

I lick the tip of his cock. “I played with myself thinking about you,” I admit to him. “That and your mouth on me.” His eyes look into mine as I take his cock into my mouth again. This time he fucks my mouth while we watch each other. I can feel when he’s close because his thrusts are shorter, and his breathing starts getting faster.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he tells me, and I almost cry when he moves away from me.

“Why not?” I ask him, and I swear it sounds like I’m whining.

“Because I want to come in you.” He picks me up and places me on the counter. “Because after having your mouth on me, all I can think about is sliding into you.”

I open my legs for him to stand in the middle of them, and we are at the perfect height. “I want to do so many things to you.” He pulls the shirt up, and at this point, I just need him to touch my pussy. I put my feet on the counter, opening more for him. “Fuck,” he says when I lift the shirt over my head, but I don’t take it off my shoulders.

I’m sitting on his island with my tits aching to be touched and my white lace thong drenched. I move my ass closer to the counter’s edge so he can get better access to my pussy. “You’re wet,” he states as he drags a finger up my slit over my panties, and I just nod. He moves the thong to the side and then slides his cock into me. “Fucking hell,” he swears softly, leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth. I come on his cock so hard I’m shivering and moaning loudly, “Sshhh, baby,” he hushes, his mouth falling on mine as his tongue plays with mine, and he fucks me.


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