Midnight Confessions – Midnight Falls Texas Read Online Tory Baker

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Novella Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 27627 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 138(@200wpm)___ 111(@250wpm)___ 92(@300wpm)
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Genevieve left the light on near my bedside table, along with the television with the volume turned down so low you could barely make out what the actors were saying on some reality show. I shook my head, picked the remote up from the middle of the bed, and turned it off. I got in beside her, and no sooner did I flip the switch off on the lamp than she was curling her soft body into mine. I’m not sure if she thinks I’m her personal pillow or what. All I know is that her arm slung over my lower waist, her leg tangling with mine, and she muttered something about needing to be warm. I figure me kicking the air conditioning down as low as it could go probably had a lot to do with the way she stayed plastered to me. I’m a hot sleeper. Doesn’t matter if it’s negative twenty degrees outside, I’m gonna burn up, and since sleeping in the nude wouldn’t be an option, at least not yet, I messed with the thermostat. I’m getting the best possible outcome, and you’ll never see me fucking complain that Genevieve likes to be on top of me or have me molded to her back.

“Amos.” My hand toys with the band of her satin bottoms. She wiggles against me, her thighs rubbing together, and damn her for making me want to do shit I shouldn’t even be thinking about.

“Genny, baby, gonna need you to wake up for me,” I murmur in her ear. My hand not on her abdomen trails down the outside of her thigh, fingers digging into her flesh until I’m lifting her leg in order to press in deeper.

“I’m awake. More, please more,” she pleads so prettily. Fuck this. I’m going to watch as she opens her eyes, staring up at me, and while I may not give her my dick like we both want, one thing is for certain: we’re both going to be getting off.

“Fuck, Genevieve, fuck.” I’m on my knees, flipping her until she’s on her back, keeping my hand firmly in place on her thigh. My fingers slide upwards, meeting the juncture of her leg and pussy. Swear to Christ, my breath hitches. All her beauty is laid out before me—long red hair mussed from her sleep, soft blue eyes, a sweet smile, and her tits. They’re more than a handful, and I’m about to have them in the palms of my hands.

“Please, Amos. I’m practically begging for you, for something, anything.” She reaches out for me, grabbing the tops of my thighs, digging in and holding on.

“I’m going to make you come, sweet Genevieve, then we’re going to talk and you’re going to know exactly where we’re at, together,” I state right before I drop to an elbow, hiking her leg up and outwards to make more room for me to get closer.

“I’m so close, Amos. Help me.” My hips glide forward and backward, repeating the motion, watching as her eyes start to close. I’m barely touching her, and yet she’s getting off. I can’t even imagine how she’ll be when there’s not a stitch of clothing between us.

“Let go, sweetheart. Let that feeling take hold,” I groan. Her legs tighten around me, and my lips touch hers, but I don’t deepen the kiss as much as I’d like. Right now, I’ll keep us just like this, our mouths breathing in one another’s breaths, my hand sliding down the back of her thigh until I’m cupping the cheek of her ass. I pull the soft flesh apart, and when the tips of my fingers slip closer, heat rushes through me as her wetness greets me.

“Amos.” I lose her lips, her head tips back, and her back arches. Fuck me, she’s the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on. I watch as her orgasm takes hold, and I’m not going to be able to hold back much longer myself. My balls draw tight, the base of my spine tingles, and through it all I don’t stop my motion. Goddamn, I hate that we’re both wearing clothes. I’d love to see my come painted all over her bare pussy, abdomen, and tits.

“Jesus, fuck,” I say, sitting back on my thighs. I run my hands beneath her top, hating that I’m no longer as close to her wetness, but I can’t trust myself. A slip of a finger, and I’d have her tightness wrapped around my fingers. I’d never stop. My clothes would come off, Genny’s would follow, and I’d be planted deep inside of her fast, too damn fast.

A moan of satisfaction leaves her lips when my hands meet her tits, cupping them, my fingers pinching her nipples, feeling them pebble tighter, and when I look down at where my clothes-covered cock is grinding against her center, I’m done, so fucking done.


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