My Best Friend’s Wish (Work Husband #2) Read Online Blue Saffire

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Mafia Tags Authors: Series: Work Husband Series by Blue Saffire
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Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97371 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 487(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 325(@300wpm)
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“Fuck,” I sob.

He hums and backs off to lick his fingers before playing with my pussy with his hand. My eyes roll into the back of my head. My heart is hammering.

The feel of his tongue and lips dragging up my stomach causes me to open my eyes again. He’s moving up my body at a torturously slow speed.

When he gets to my lips and kisses me again, it clicks that this isn’t a dream at all. The moment I feel him bump up against my sex with his huge penis, I start to pant. This can’t be happening.

“Dario,” I cry out as he slips inside me, his hand fisted tightly on mine.

With my free hand, I cling to his broad back. My toes curl as he works his hips, pushing into me. Tears fill my eyes and roll back into my ears. He cups my face with his free hand.

“Carleen,” he whispers against my lips. He throws his head back and groans. I snap out of my shock and start to work my hips. “Oh God, baby. You feel so good. You’re killing me.”

I pull my legs back and spread them for him. He growls and palms my thighs as he starts to drill into me. I’m so wet for him.

“Yes, yes,” I cry out.

He covers my mouth and kisses me deeply. It’s like he’s trying to tell me something through our sealed lips. Damn, I knew sex with Dario would be good, but this is amazing. I drink him in and get drunk all over again.

Dario

“Yes, come for me,” I groan.

I don’t want this to stop. She feels so fucking good. My heart feels like it’s going to come out of my chest. This was a big mistake. I reach for her hands and bring them up over her head.

I’m not fucking, I’m making love to her. The deeper I go, the more I know I’m not going to give her up. One night isn’t happening.

“Dario,” she cries as I take one of her nipples into my mouth.

I suck on the dark-berry tip and groan as she ripples around me. Her body convulses as she soaks my shaft. I’m not ready to come, but I don’t think I have a choice. I try to hold on, but the moment she latches her lips onto my neck, I spill inside her.

It’s then I know I’ve fucked up. I’m so damn drunk, I forgot to put on a condom. I’ve been through three bottles of wine since I read her journal.

I pull out and kiss all over her face. Almost as if I’m apologizing for dragging her into my life. I wish things were different.

I wish I could roll onto my back and wait for round two, but I shouldn’t be here in the first place. When I do roll onto my back, I lie staring at the ceiling. There has to be a way to have her, keep her safe, and still do as my family needs.

I’ll go to Italy, check the climate of things, and when I return, I can claim what’s always been mine. As I have those thoughts, Carleen moves down my body and settles between my legs. I suck in a breath when she pulls my still soft cock into her mouth.

“Fuck,” I groan as I start to grow hard again. “Baby, you don’t have to.”

She takes me all the way down her throat, before lifting her head. She sucks the moisture back into her mouth. “But I want to.”

She then proceeds to give me the best head of my life. I mean that nasty, deep throat, slurping, spitting, toe-curling, ball-sucking porn-star shit you never think you’ll find in real life.

Yeah, there’s no fucking way I’m giving her up. Not in this life or the next. I just have to make things right to have her in my world. I need her.

Chapter 8

Good Morning

Carleen

I wake with a strong arm wrapped around me and a warm, hard chest pressed to my back. The soreness between my legs tells me the images floating through my brain aren’t from a dream at all. Dario’s scent surrounding me confirms what I already know. I slept with my best friend, and it was the best sex of my life.

He takes in a sharp intake of air behind me and kisses the side of my neck and then my shoulder. Next, he palms my breast in his large hand, kneading it, while he runs his long leg up and down mine.

“Good morning,” he murmurs against my neck as he slides his hand down between my legs, cupping my sex before slipping two fingers inside me.

“Mm,” I murmur back, not wanting to share my morning breath, but unable to remain silent.

He locks his leg around mine, using it to pull my legs apart. I roll onto my back and look up into his intense gaze as he works my body to climax. I toss an arm over my face as my cheeks flush.


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