Oh You’re So Cold (Bad Boys of Bardstown #2) Read Online Saffron A. Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden, New Adult, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boys of Bardstown Series by Saffron A. Kent
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Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
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They can hear me all over this building, all over this town.

But I don’t care about that because I think they can hear him first. They can hear his loud breaths better than they do mine. Because his are noisier and growly and much faster than mine.

As fast as he probably is himself because as soon as I fall, he’s there.

While I’m still coming to grips with the fact that I actually fell, he’s already out of the bed and standing over me, his masculine feet, and pretty toes in my line of vision.

I look up just as he bends down to pick me up. But I don’t want to be picked up.

I want to be here, kneeling at his feet.

I want to be where his dick is. Where it’s close to my mouth.

And it’s so close. God, it’s so, so close like this and I can still see the slippery head of it. I also see dark curly hair through the slight opening of his zipper and holy fuck, I’ve never wanted anything more.

I’m going to go so far as to say that I haven’t even wanted him to kiss me this bad.

As bad as I want his dick right now.

So I grab his thigh, getting even closer to my promise land as I breathe out, “Did you like my dance?”

He’s still bent over me and at my words, he reaches out and grabs my hair. He pulls my head back and growls, “Did I like your dance?”

“Yes.”

“Does the fact that my dick is throbbing like a motherfucker and dripping down on the floor like a fucking faucet answer your question? So stop looking at it with hungry eyes and get away before I paint your face with my fucking spunk.”

He can pull me back from his dick all he wants, but I’m not letting go of his hard thigh. I’m not even looking away from it. How can I when it jerks at my next words? “I want to suck it.”

I hear him breathe out and his fingers tighten in my hair. “No.”

“But I⁠—”

“You’re not sucking my dick.”

I frown, hugging his thigh with both arms. “Why not? I’m good at it.”

“No, you’re not.”

At this, I have to look at it. “That’s⁠—”

His face is as flushed as his dick, sweat beading his forehead. And I do feel bad for him. I can see he’s on edge. I can see he wants me badly. But at the same time, I want his dick just as badly and ladies first, right?

“Because you’ve never sucked a dick before. So get the fuck up,” he rumbles, his eyes promising retribution if I don’t listen to him.

My belly clenches at his rough authority. “But you got to taste me.”

“Yeah, and you taste fucking divine.”

I blush. “Please. I know men like that.”

His cock jerks and his breath is loud. “And you know a lot about men, huh.”

I flex my arms around his thigh. “I⁠—”

He leans down further while at the same time pulls me up. Then, looming over my mouth, he says, “You remember the deal, don’t you?” He shakes his fist in my hair a little, making me gasp and moan. “And trust me, I’ve got no problem in dragging you to bed by your hair, kicking and screaming about how you want to suck me off first.” He pulls me up further that I have to let go of his thigh and hold on to the tails of his shirt. “I’ve got no problem in forcing your dancing legs open and eating that tasty cunt of yours while you’re bitching about how unfair I am for getting to taste you while you still haven’t gotten to taste me. So the choice is yours: you could either be a greedy little brat right now or you could quietly let me stick my dick in that sweet little snatch and let me make you my good little whore later. Either way, baby,” he growls, his eyes slitted and full of lust, “I’m getting in that virgin pussy tonight and making it bleed. And it’s going to bleed for me, trust me, because if there isn’t a ring of red around the base of my dick, then it didn’t happen. And it’s happening, yeah? I’m getting in there first because finally, fucking finally, it’s my turn. So what is it going to be: my greedy little brat or my good little whore.”

Both.

I want to say both.

Because God, I’m selfish.

But I gather whatever good sense I have and whisper, “The s-second one.”

Satisfaction crosses his features that he won this round but only for a second. Because it soon vanishes, intense possessiveness replacing it. Intense authority and hunger. And as he yanks me up and then makes me climb his body, I wonder if he’s so possessive and dominating right now, what’s going to happen when he’s done claiming me.


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