Piper (Curvy Cuties #3) Read Online Loni Ree

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Insta-Love Tags Authors: Series: Curvy Cuties Series by Loni Ree
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Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12803 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
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I whimper when he gently bites my bottom lip before sitting back on his knees. “Have room in there for me?”

“I’m sure I can make room for you.” I’m so freaking glad I splurged on the apartment with the oversized tub.

I smile as he grabs the wine glass and holds it up to me. “Want another sip before I move this out of our way?”

I shake my head no. I want a clear mind to enjoy what he has in mind. My mouth goes dry as I watch him slowly strip off his starched, pale blue dress shirt. His wide, muscular chest is a thing of beauty. I barely resist the urge to fan myself when he slowly removes his belt and lets it fall to the floor. “Take it all off, hot stuff.” That half glass of wine has gone straight to my head and loosened my lips.

“Hot stuff?” He laughs and slowly lowers his zipper before shimmying out of his dark dress pants. “I like that you have a nickname for me.” Flames lick through his dark blue eyes, warming me from the inside out. The bulge steadily stretching the front of his tight boxer briefs tells me he really, really likes it.

“Why don’t you show me how much?” Where in the heck is this aggressive side of me coming from? I honestly don’t care since I kinda like her.

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” Dillon steps out of his underwear and steps toward me. No, step is too tame a word for what he’s doing. Prowl works much better. “Make room for me.”

I watch him prowl across the bathroom and feel my girly bits wake up and sing. I sit up and scoot forward for him to slide into the marble tub behind me. My eyes cross when his huge cock settles right between my butt cheeks. He reaches for the loofah and squirts a large glob of body wash on it.

As he runs the soft sponge over my breasts, I melt against his muscular chest. He drops the sponge in the water and closes his fingers around one of my nipples. I arch my back, which drives my rear end back harder against his rock-hard erection.

I slip my hand behind me, between our wet bodies, and give his cock a little squeeze. He rewards me by groaning loudly against the back of my neck. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your hand.”

“Is that a problem?” Bringing him to climax heats my blood.

“I want to come deep in your sweet pussy.” His dirty words almost make me come. I don’t resist when he pushes my hand away and wraps an arm around my center to pull me tight against his hard chest.

He slides his hands under the water and takes his time rolling both of my nipples between his fingers. Dillon slips his hand down the front of my body, and I almost cry out my relief when he presses a finger deep into my core.

He thumbs my clit and rubs along my inner walls with two fingers. I dig my heels into the hard marble and lift my hips, trying to drive his fingers even deeper, but he won’t let me run the show. He bites down on the spot where the back of my neck and shoulder meet. “I’m in charge. Let me work.” The little sting mixed with his hot breath brushing against my sensitive skin sends electric sparks shooting through my blood.

“Work faster,” I grumble because I live to argue with him.

Dillon pinches my clit before plunging his fingers deeper. “So impatient.”

He runs his tongue up the back side of my neck and nibbles on my ear, and my mind goes blank as he drives me so close to an orgasm. I’m anticipating the pleasure when the big jerk suddenly pulls back. “Why are you stopping?” I glance over my shoulder and growl at him.

“I’m not stopping.” His arrogant smirk raises my hackles. “I’m just taking my time.”

I glare at him through narrowed eyes, but Dillon ignores me and grabs my hips. Water sloshes over the side of the tub when he spins me around.

It takes a little maneuvering until I manage to straddle his muscular thighs. Oh, man, his idea definitely works. I feel his erection slide along my inner thigh and attempt to steer it into the perfect position. He takes mercy on me and assists. Once I have his shaft right where I want it, I begin to lower myself. His hard cock presses just inside my opening, but the big jerk stops my downward motions.

He holds me tight and slowly circles his hips. Pleasure and frustration mix deep inside me as he slowly drives me out of my mind. I dig my nails into his wet shoulders and throw my head back. “Oh, God, stop torturing me.”


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