Midnight Blue Read Online L.J. Shen

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 120
Estimated words: 114223 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 571(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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“Fuck, yeah.” His voice was gruff and low as he grabbed my butt and hoisted me up, pushing me into his face, eating me like a starved man while deepening his tongue inside of me.

I clinched around him again, and he let out a laugh—a laugh—like my body was an instrument for him, a tool, a toy. Like I was Tania, and he knew all the notes by heart, and strummed on my cords, producing the angriest, craziest song in the world.

“I’m coming,” I panted, feeling a ball of fire rushing down from my spine and to my groin. I’d never felt this way. Lit up like a Christmas tree. Like my body was a bundle of sizzling nerves. Everywhere he touched—and he was roaming now—tingled and danced with electricity.

But Alex only played by his own rules, and he was good at bending them, depending on his mood. Mid-orgasm he decided to grab my hips, flip me over roughly, and press my cheek to the pillow. Snaking his arm under my stomach, he propped me up and kicked my legs open when I was on my knees. I was wide-open and exposed now, and my instincts told me to close my legs and run for my life. Coincidentally, my instincts were dead the minute he put his hot, wet mouth to my clit from behind and started sucking on it ravenously.

“Holy…” I began, when he thrust two fingers into me. The pressure of an orgasm was back in full swing, even though I’d just come. I swiveled my head around to watch him, getting a rush from the mere idea of him working me up like I was his only passion in life, but he grabbed me by the hair and turned my head back.

“Not so shy anymore, are we?” His voice was muffled, and I felt the words inside my core. It made my want for him trickle right onto his tongue.

I felt him moving behind me. My body began to spasm as he fingered and sucked me with his mouth, the new position allowing him to be deeper and rougher than before. And there was another thing that made it hotter than anything I’d ever done. The slight humiliation of having my butt wide-open for him to see. I just found the whole thing out-of-this-world hot, but that’s what you get for messing with a rock star, right?

Alex moved more quickly, more urgently, and I chanced another glance at him when he was busy biting my clit and inserting a third finger into me, my loud moans making him far too high to notice what I was doing. I found him thrusting into my bed, still in his jeans, dry humping it to oblivion and back. I was so consumed by getting off, it hadn’t once occurred to me he was in need of a release, too.

“Alex,” I whimpered when my legs finally gave in, and I collapsed on the bed. He withdrew his fingers, pressing his mouth to my slit and sucking all my juices like it was water in the desert. I came hard on his face. It took me a few seconds to realize what country I was in—Russia—and what time it was—one in the morning—before I turned around to stare at him like he’d broken me. He was still in his jeans and shirt, his back to me, sitting at the edge of the bed and lacing the boots he must’ve kicked off when we started fooling around. I jumped and crawled on my knees all the way to him, placing a hand over each of his shoulders from behind.

“That was…”

“I know,” he finished for me, and I nuzzled his neck, smelling myself on his hot breath. Why was it such a turn-on? Because I was everywhere on him. He smelled of my sex and my lavender and rosemary shampoo. I put my lips to his jaw and sucked. “You need to stop completing my sentences for me.”

“Why? I always get it right,” he said dryly.

I stood up and walked over to grab my bottle of water, taking a slow sip. I stared at him from the other side of the room. I was still naked. The bob of his throat told me he noticed. I didn’t want him to leave. Not before I got him off, too. His eyes raked over my body, sizing me up. When he opened his mouth again, the world faded, and he was the only thing clear enough to see.

“Don’t start what you’re too scared to finish,” he said.

A dare.

“I will finish, Alex. And so will you.”

A promise.

I took a step toward him, feeling brave. He liked what he saw, and he had a hard-on the size of a salami to prove it. His glazed-over eyes warned me he needed nothing more than a few strokes to explode in delirious pleasure. I wanted to take him to the same place he’d taken me. I wanted to take him to heaven.


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