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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Or maybe it’s all the things he’s saying to me.

All the filthy things that both shock me and make me go crazy.

So crazy that I do what he’s asking me to do before he’s even finished his command. I open my mouth wide enough and stick my tongue out far enough that I can fit him in.

Something akin to arousal and amusement, both dark and possessive, flash through his features and he shifts in his seat. Clutching that sexy cigarette back in his mouth, he lowers the waistband of his pants and takes his cock out. He leaves the waistband just under his heavy sac, making everything, his dick and his balls so tight and swollen and so fucking sexy like that.

But then the sight of his erect rod itself distracts me, hard and flush, ruddy and gosh, just as slippery as it was last night.

Pre-cum oozing out of the head.

Before I even know what I’m doing, I lean forward and I do it with such force that I almost topple, but his hand on the back of my neck saves me at the last minute.

Which is when I realize its true purpose.

The hand that’s gripping me.

It’s there to give me balance. Because my own hands are tied and I can’t do it for myself. And I see that. I see it when concern breaks through his anger and flares into his eyes. Then, “You don’t learn, do you? You don’t fucking learn.” He digs his fingers around my neck. “You don’t suck me off, I fuck your mouth. Stop acting like a greedy whore who’s obsessed with my dick and be fucking careful before you hurt yourself.”

“I-I’m sorry.”

“Now, one more time,” he states patiently, “open your mouth and stick your tongue out like my good little bitch in heat. So I can put you on my cock. And no, not to lick. If you think I’m going to let you use your tongue to do something as tame as lick me, then you have another think coming.

“You’re going to use your tempting little tongue to slobber over me, do you understand? You’re going to drool over my fat cock that you’ve been making hard since the year I met you. You’re going to make a puddle in my lap with your drool like the one you’ve made at my feet with your pussy. You have, haven’t you?”

I nod, unable to speak with my mouth open.

“Yeah, you have. So you’re going to grease my cock, lube it up, make it all shiny and slippery, like it would be if I stuck it into your whore of a pussy right now. And when I’m all drenched from your mouth and ready, I’m going to push into that mouth of yours. I’m going to push past those pouty lips and get into your throat and do what I’ve been dreaming about doing again since the year I met you.”

I blink and ask him what with my eyes.

And it’s a testament of us being so in sync that he understands and answers, “To take your breath away.”

My chest heaves.

He leans even closer. “To make you breathe for me. To make you breathe when I want to, how I want to. To make you live for me. Because that’s what I’ve been doing ever since I met you, haven’t I? I’ve been living for you. I’ve been breathing for you. Either to stay away from you or to stay close. Either to forget about you or in the process remember every single thing about you twice. Either to hurt you or save you. Either to fuck you out of my system or fuck you into my bloodstream. I’ve been a slave to you since the second I met you, Dora, so you’re going to be a slave to me. To my dick. You’re going to gag on my dick. You’re going to fucking choke on it and if you do it hard enough, if you do it where you see stars behind your closed eyes, I may just give you what you’ve been begging for ever since I met you too: my life-giving cum.”

I break his rule then.

The rule where he said to stay silent and moan out his name. To plead, “God, Stellan I⁠—”

But he doesn’t let me.

Because he puts me on his dick.

And I think he’s angry because he doesn’t give me a chance to lube him up at all. He doesn’t give me a chance to slobber all over his cock like he just said, to get him ready to push into my throat. To drool over him, make a puddle in his lap.

He simply pushes in.

His big, fat dick simply invades my mouth like it invaded my pussy last night and I have no choice but to let him. I have no choice but to open my mouth even wider than what he was first satisfied with. Even though I did pop my jaw doing it.


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