One Tasty Pucking Meet Cute (Frosty Harbor #2) Read Online Penelope Bloom

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Frosty Harbor Series by Penelope Bloom
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Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101505 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 508(@200wpm)___ 406(@250wpm)___ 338(@300wpm)
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Her hands are all over me. My body is pressing into hers. We stumble backwards and she bumps into the prep table, but I lift her up so her ass is on the steel and her thighs are spread for me. I press into her, letting her feel the hard shape of my arousal between her legs and loving the way she moans against my lips.

“I still hate you,” she breathes between kisses.

“Nobody’s perfect,” I counter. I stick my hand under her shirt and find her chest, squeezing as I let out a sigh of relief.

She grips my ass with one hand and starts trying to peel my shirt off with her other hand.

In a few seconds of chaos, we’ve managed to mostly strip our clothes away. She’s still wearing one shoe, though, and her pants and panties are dangling from her foot in a bunch that neither of us bother to finish pulling away.

I’m naked except for a few pieces of jewelry that feel cold against my bare skin, and my eyes are feasting on the sight of Mia.

“You’re so fucking perfect,” I breathe, burying my face in the crook of her neck and kissing up and down her body, hands roaming her skin greedily. “You don’t even know, do you?”

“You’re just trying to be nice because I said I hate you.”

I grin, then teasingly bring my teeth down on her nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. “Hate sex is the best sex.”

“So you hate me, too?”

I lift my eyes as my hand slides up her inner thigh and meets warmth. I grin, teasing her with my thumb and drinking in the way her head tilts back. “What do you think, Mia?”

“I think you don’t know,” she says between heavy breaths.

“Maybe I don’t appreciate the way you enjoy stringing me along,” I suggest, fingers moving more quickly now.

“I think you like it.”

I chuckle, slipping two fingers inside her as my thumb continues to work. She arches her back and gasps. “Oh, God.”

She tries to reach for the blindfold, to look at me. I put my hand on her wrist, stopping her. “No peeking,” I warn.

She bites back a smile. “Asshole. You’re enjoying this too much.”

“Right now, I’d say you’re the one enjoying yourself. Letting the man you hate finger fuck you. Wondering how much longer it’ll be before you get to feel his cock inside you.”

She licks her lips. “Or maybe,” she says, having to stop to gulp in another breath. “I’m planning to get off right now and send you home with blue balls.”

I kiss her mouth, then. It’s not like the first kiss. It’s slow, passionate, and full of tenderness. Her tongue slips between my lips and swirls with my own while my fingers continue the delicate dance of driving her right to the edge of release.

I pull back, forehead pressed to hers. Her breath is hot against my mouth as she continues to gasp, eyes squeezed shut.

There’s nothing I want more right now than to drive myself inside her and rock her world. But I’m also still a prick. I wanted her to beg for it, and I don’t think I’m going to let her off as easily as she’s imagining.

I wait until she’s grinding against me, hips driving up and off the table as her heels dig into my back. I can tell she’s so close it hurts. And then I freeze, fingers still so deep inside her that I can feel her pounding heart through her walls.

She doesn’t move for a second, then she stops and lifts the blindfold, eyes blazing. “What are you doing?”

“You never begged,” I say, lips curving up in a smile. “I want you to beg for it, Mia. Beg me to make you cum. And then I want you to beg for my cock.”

There’s a glimmer of something in her eyes I can’t read. Hatred? Arousal? Maybe both? She swallows and shakes her head.

“Alright, then,” I say. I start to pull my fingers from her but she reaches down suddenly, gripping my wrist and holding me there.

“Okay,” she whispers. “Okay. Please, don’t stop.”

“Tell me what you want,” I command.

“I want you to finish.”

“Finish what?”

She glares up at me. “Finish making me cum.”

“That’s a good girl,” I say. I kiss her, plunging my fingers back inside as I circle with my thumb. I increase the pace from before and it’s only seconds before she’s clutching my body and shaking as she cries out with release.

It’s taking everything I have not to dig out a condom from my wallet right now and finish the job, but I’ve always been a stubborn asshole. I wait in front of her and watch as she continues to ride the wave of her orgasm. Eventually, she opens her eyes and meets mine.

For a second, I think maybe I’ve made a mistake. I just satisfied the fuck out of her, and I’m expecting her to still be desperate enough to beg for my cock?


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