Never Look Back (Redemption Hills #3) Read Online A.L. Jackson

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Mafia, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: Series: Redemption Hills Series by A.L. Jackson
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Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 142783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 714(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
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She stroked me once, from base to tip and back down again.

Pleasure built like a summer storm.

One fucking touch and this girl had me shaking where I knelt.

“Do you want me to?” It came out with a tremor of her soul, and the barest, smallest tease. “It is your birthday, after all.”

I touched her face again, my voice a low growl. “Don’t you dare do anything you don’t want to do, Aster. Not now. Not ever.”

Not with me.

Not with that bastard I was going to put in the ground.

“I have never stopped wanting you.”

Then she was slipping her gorgeous lips around my cock and sucking me into the well of her mouth.

I nearly came with the feel of her. At the pleasure only she could bring. This girl who was everything.

“Fuck, Aster, baby…I love your mouth.”

I could feel her smile around my length, then she licked up to my engorged head, sucked long and slow before she was consuming me all over again.

My hips jutted and jerked.

Bliss threatening to take me whole.

I was not going to last.

Not with her hot mouth and her sweet heart and the old dreams that could no longer be repressed.

“I can’t believe I’m with you like this. Could die right here, baby. So good. So fucking good.” It mumbled from my mouth on a slow slide as she sucked me up and down. She took me deeper and deeper with each pass until the tip of my cock was gliding to the back of her throat.

I grunted as she took me whole.

She stroked me in sync.

My hands were fists in her hair, guiding her harder. Faster. Deeper.

“Good girl.” The affection fell from my lips. “You’re perfect. So perfect.”

I sat up high on my knees, my hips thrusting as she took me as far as she could, the girl close to gagging, and there was something about it that fully set me off.

The way she hummed and moaned, the reverberation vibrating me to the bones. It wound me straight to the point I was going to blow.

Pleasure raced my spine, my balls fucking tight.

She grabbed me by the ass with both hands and gave herself over. Let me lead this frantic rhythm.

I took her in long, deep strokes.

She urged me faster.

I split apart.

Prisoner to this girl’s mouth and hands.

But it was her heart that had always fit me just right.

Aster whimpered as she swallowed around me while I sat there on my knees jerking.

Completely fucking shattered.

I choked a needy sound as I slipped out of her mouth then tucked myself back into my pants while Aster continued to kneel there, pressing her thighs together.

I saw the flash of a war in her eyes, the way a part of her wanted to run, escape what she should already know had been coming all along.

I had her scooped up and tossed to the couch so fast she yelped.

“Think you’re going somewhere?”

Her eyes were wide and round as her gaze roamed over me where I stood hovering over her, while I took in the delicious sight of this girl writhing in need on my couch.

Her tongue stroked her lips that were still wet, and that was all it took.

I was hard again.

“I should.” It sounded of submission. “I should go, Logan. I should leave this city before it hurts any more than it’s already going to. Before I bring trouble to your door.”

I tsked and trailed a fingertip over her knee. “I thought I told you that you’re worth the trouble? Besides, did you really think I’d let you walk out that door without making you come?”

Her hips jutted from the couch in a needy plea.

“There’s my girl.”

My girl. My girl.

She’d know it soon.

I dropped back to my knees, and I grabbed her by the ankle and unzipped one of her boots.

Her breaths were shallow as I dragged it off. I turned to do the same to the other.

Both of us were held in this feeling in the air.

Dense.

Dark.

Desperate.

Different than the night when I’d touched her in her bedroom.

That had felt like a hallucination.

This?

This was a fucking promise.

“Logan.” She whimpered that, a low sound in the back of her throat as she lifted her ass from the couch. I pressed my face there, to the front of her leather pants over her pubic bone. I took her by the outside of both thighs when I did, and I spread her wide so I could run my nose over the length of the seam.

She jerked. “Please.”

“What do you need?” It was a rough scrape against the heated air.

“You.”

“When did you stop needing me?” My fingers moved, only they hesitated at the top button of her pants.

“Never. I never stopped.”

I ripped the row of buttons open, and Aster mewled in anticipation as I dragged the tight material down her gorgeous legs.

Full hips and lush thighs.


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