My Rules (Kingston Lane #2) Read Online T.L. Swan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Kingston Lane Series by T.L. Swan
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Total pages in book: 132
Estimated words: 133224 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 666(@200wpm)___ 533(@250wpm)___ 444(@300wpm)
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Now I’m addicted.

“When.” I grip him tighter, and his hips take over, and he pushes forward and lifts my nightdress as he pins me to the wall. Our teeth clash as he comes hard up against my stomach.

Hearts race between us as we pant into each other’s kiss.

A high . . . so high.

He rubs his semen into my skin as he kisses me; there’s a tangible feeling between us. Or maybe it’s just my heart free-falling from my chest.

“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He grabs the bottom of my nightdress. “Arms up.” I raise my arms, and he slowly lifts my wet nightdress up and over my head and throws it to the side.

Suddenly I’m standing before him completely naked. My eyes search his, and he gives me a soft smile and kisses me. “You’re more beautiful than I could have ever imagined.” Without another word, he drops to his knees in front of me and picks up one of my legs and puts it over his shoulder. I grab his shoulders to steady myself as his tongue swipes through my wet, swollen flesh.

“I’ve just . . .” I shudder at the feeling of his tongue on me. “Come.”

“I know,” he whispers into me. His eyes close in pleasure. “I told you I’m cleaning you up.”

What the fuck?

He spreads me apart with his fingers and licks me deeper. My eyes roll back in my head.

“Hmm,” he moans into me. “You taste so fucking good.”

The blood begins to drain from my face as arousal thumps through me.

How is he so . . . hot?

He licks me deeper and deeper, and I cling to his shoulders as I lose all coherent thought. My body begins to take on her own agenda to move against him.

“Hmm,” he whispers. “That’s it, baby; ride my face.”

His thumbs part me wider as his teeth graze my clitoris, and I shudder as another orgasm screams through me. He smiles into me as his eyes hold mine.

Is this a dream? Am I going to wake up any moment and realize this is all a figment of my imagination?

He kisses the inside of my thigh and stands. “That’s all for today.” He gives me a slow, sexy smile as he begins to wash me with the body wash. “Wouldn’t want to rush things.”

I stare up at him in awe . . .

Okay, what the hell is this hocus-pocus?

If he’s trying to seduce me, he needn’t bother; I’m already seduced. He can fuck me any way he wants to.

He turns me away from him and washes my shoulders and down my back, my arms, and then down lower, to my back entrance.

I close my eyes as he explores my body . . . That feels good.

“Where’s your piercing?” I ask.

“I took it out today.” His hands come around to the front to wash my sex. “I didn’t want to scare you.”

I smile softly at the tiles. “Well, seeing it is the only thing I’ve been able to think about since you had it done.”

“What?” He turns me to face him. “You’ve been thinking about my cock, Rebecca?”

“Maybe.” I smirk.

“You bad, bad girl.” He bends and nips my ear, and I jump in surprise as goose bumps scatter up my arms. “You’ll be punished for that.”

Yes . . .

He goes back to washing me, and then he washes himself. I stand with my hands on his hips, frozen with arousal, or is it fear . . . or am I just fangirling so hard that I’ve lost the ability to function?

He’s confident. I’ve never . . . I mean, I know I’ve only ever been with one man before.

But Blake Grayson is an entirely new species.

He turns the taps off, and I frown in question. Wait, are we . . .

He smiles down at me, as if reading my mind. “No.”

“No?”

“No.” He gets a towel and wraps it around my shoulders and begins to dry me. “We are not rushing this.”

“Blake . . .” I screw up my face. “You just cleaned me up with your tongue; it’s a little bit late for that.”

He chuckles as he keeps drying me. “Baby . . . I haven’t even started with the things I’m going to do with you.”

Suddenly I’m feeling way out of control, and alarm bells scream in the distance.

His dark eyes hold mine. “When and if we have sex . . . you’ll fucking beg for it.”

I swallow the fear in my throat . . . because I want to get on my knees and beg right now.

Help.

Two orgasms in and I’m ruined.

He dries me and wraps us both in white towels, and we walk down the hallway. I go to walk down the stairs and he stops still, causing me to look back at him. “We’re not sleeping on your couch forever, Rebecca.”


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