Nate Read Online Free Books by Celia Aaron

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Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 291(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
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I gagged again, but he didn’t release me. Instead, he thrust his hips up, fucking my mouth as I dug my fingers into his thighs. His grunts reverberated through me, making wetness pool between my thighs. Gripping his base, I squeezed and stroked in time to his thrusts. He let up just enough for me to catch my breath through my nose before pushing me back down onto him. I laved my tongue across his head and down his shaft.

“Fuck, that’s it. Look up at me.”

I turned my teary eyes to him as my mouth made sloppy noises around his cock. He held my gaze as he thrusted into my mouth, each stroke hard and certain.

“I’m going to come,” He gritted out. “You’re going to swallow every drop.”

I didn’t know if I could, but I would try. I sucked, hollowing out my cheeks as he groaned and thrust in rapid succession. His come filled my mouth in warm spurts, and I swallowed, then swallowed again as he relaxed into the chair, his hard cock still throbbed in my mouth. I ran my tongue around his head, licking him clean, before pulling back.

He released my hair and simply stared down at me. “See what kind of man I am? One who’ll use you.” He was even sexier breathless. “Not the sort of man you should be hanging around with. Let that be a lesson for you.”

I leaned forward and licked him, enjoying his groan. “Can we go again?”

Chapter Nine

Nate

When I was a horny teenager, sometimes I’d wake up and find myself humping the ever-loving shit out of my bed. The night after Sabrina’s blow job? Same. Only it wasn’t some big-titted porn actress I was fucking in this particular scenario. When I woke up, I had only one thought on my mind—Sabrina.

I called off the sexual assault of my mattress and rolled over onto my back, my hard-on saluting the morning with a stiff wave. Can we go again? Her voice played over in my mind, her swollen lips and teary eyes stamped in my memory. Jesus.

I gripped my cock, already on the verge of exploding. With a few quick strokes and the mental image of her lips wrapped around my shaft, I came all over my stomach. But it didn’t stop my need for her. Right then she was probably asleep in her Hello Kitty palace. Lying on her back. Maybe with her legs spread just enough for me to get a peek. But if I got a peek, I’d want a taste, and if I got a taste, I’d want a fuck, and if I got a fuck, I’d want another. I’d be trapped in the “If You Give an Asshole a Cookie” scenario, and I’d always want a glass of milk.

Instead of creeping on her, I showered and dressed, then headed downstairs. The sun was barely up when I found Peter standing in the hallway staring out the back windows toward the pool.

“What’s up?”

“Training.”

I followed his gaze. David and Sabrina circled each other on the square of grass next to the pool. Sabrina’s hands were up, her knees bent. She’d braided her hair down her back and wore a sports bra and athletic shorts. Where was her t-shirt? I resisted the urge to slap my hand over Peter’s eyes.

“How’s your arm?”

“It’s nothing.” I shrugged it off. “It’ll be healed up in no time.” Thanks to Sabrina’s doctoring.

David lunged for her. She wasn’t prepared for it. He got her into a choke hold with ease, though she tried to throw her elbow back into his ribs. After a few moments, he released her and coached her. She put her hands on her hips and cocked her head slightly to the side, listening and learning.

“She’s already doing better than she was fifteen minutes ago.”

My eyes narrowed. “You’ve been watching her for fifteen minutes?”

He chuckled. “She’s yours, boss. Don’t worry.”

Yes, she is. “No. She’s not going to be part of this life. She’s going to college, getting away from here.”

He turned to me, his lip twitching in a smile. “It didn’t look like that when she was sitting in your lap last night.”

I waved a hand. “That was just to comfort her. She’d tried to save Will, so she was, you know, sad and shit.”

“Right.” His tone told me he wasn’t convinced.

And I wasn’t about to elaborate on what further activities went on in my office after he left. It was time for a subject change. “Heard any word from your sources?”

“Not yet. It’s early, though. Things are bound to be shaky today. And the Russians are definitely hurting, given last night. I might have to wait for it all to settle before I can start pushing again.”

The kitchen door opened behind us, and Opal shuffled out with a coffee decanter. “Morning, boys.”


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