My Beautiful Poison (Wicked Poison #1) Read Online T.L. Smith

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Wicked Poison Series by T.L. Smith
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Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 58736 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 294(@200wpm)___ 235(@250wpm)___ 196(@300wpm)
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“Rich girl,” he says as I bite down on his neck.

“I have a name,” I tell him, pulling back.

“Yes, you do,” he says with a smirk, his hand reaching between us so he can touch me. His hand slides up my skirt, and he pushes my panties out of the way so his finger can enter me.

“You can say it,” I tell him breathlessly. I’ve only heard him say my name once.

August’s fingers stop moving. “Do you want to fuck or have a conversation about your name?”

“Both.” I smile, my hands stay around his neck.

“Rich girl,” he says with a shake of the head. He places me down and leaves me standing there. I watch, shocked, as he walks away to the kitchen. I pull my shirt off, followed by my skirt as quickly as I can. I’m left in only my heels as I step up behind him. He’s in the refrigerator reaching for a drink when I move my hands around him and capture his hard cock through his pants.

“August,” I say, making him turn, and when he does, his eyes eat every part of me.

“I’m thirsty,” he says with hooded eyes. I retreat from him until my back hits the counter, then I climb on top and lie back, lifting my head and opening my legs.

“I am, too.”

He steps closer. At first, I think he’s going to drop the bottle, but he uses it instead, letting the coldness run up my leg until it reaches my middle, then he pauses, pulling it away and opening it. I watch him do it all because he’s quite simply fascinating.

The liquid spills on my belly, and he watches it flow along my skin before his mouth comes down and starts licking it off me. When he has licked it all up, he moves the bottle and the liquid pours out over my vagina.

Then he doesn’t miss a beat, bending down to lick, taste, and play.

Soon, though, the bottle is forgotten, and his hands are on either side of my legs, pushing them as far open as they will go while his mouth works circles on my clit. I start humping his face, my hands find his hair, but he never stops. He drinks me in like I’m the liquid in the water bottle. He takes pleasure in tasting me as if I am his favorite four-course meal. And when he inserts a finger and flicks upward, I’m done for.

My legs eventually go slack, and he pulls away only to wipe at his mouth with the back of his hand.

“I’m not thirsty anymore.” I smile at his words. “But now I’m fucking delirious with need,” he says, pulling his cock out and using his fist, sliding up and down the shaft as he steps up to me.

He slides in, lifts me up, so our bodies are locked together, and fucks me while his mouth finds mine. I taste myself on his lips, and I don’t pull away. How can I? My body is his, and I’m just here to watch and enjoy the show.

And what a fucking show it is.

Chapter 26

August

We passed out on my floor in the sitting room. After the first time in the kitchen, she pushed me back and got on her knees to make me hard again. Then we proceeded to fuck in every corner of the downstairs area until we finally landed on the rug in the sitting room, both exhausted. She is tucked into my shoulder, her dark hair fanning out behind her, lips slightly parted as she sleeps peacefully next to me.

She wants things I have never given.

Things no one has ever asked from me before.

And I quite simply don’t know how to give them.

What if I do?

What if I become a man who’s worse than Anderson ever was or could be?

She moans in her sleep and hooks one of her legs over me. Then, as if she isn’t sleeping, her body starts moving until she’s basically on top of me. I hold her to me, and when I do, her eyes pop open.

“Morning.”

“Good morning indeed,” I say as she slides down. I’m already hard—it’s a constant around her.

Rylee leans forward and kisses the side of my mouth as her hips start sliding back and forth. I am powerless to stop her, not that I want to. Her hands grip my shoulders hard, and when I look up at her, I can see the mark on her neck from me, from my mouth.

She’ll have to cover that.

I let her go at her own pace. This is her show, and who am I to stop her? I feel when she starts to come, her pussy squeezing around my cock, which makes me come as well. She starts moving faster, her hands digging in further as her head tips back. I reach for her tits, cupping and squeezing the nipples. Her hands cover mine as we come down.


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