Pucks and Books (Knoxville Bears #1) Read Online Toni Aleo

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Knoxville Bears Series by Toni Aleo
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 83676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 335(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
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“Fucking beautiful.”

“More.”

“Oh, my love, that pretty begging is dangerous,” I tell her as I slide my middle and ring finger into her. Her pussy squeezes my fingers as her head lolls back, the sultriest moan I’ve ever heard in my life leaving her lips. Without thinking, I bite out, “I’ll get addicted.”

“Yes!” she cries, her fingers digging into her thighs as she pushes down against my hand, causing my fingers to go deeper. I curl them up, hitting her right at the spot I know is going to have her trembling within seconds. I lean down, running the tip of my tongue along the hood of her pussy. She hisses and then cries out when I flick my tongue along her swollen nub.

“Fuck, you taste so good,” I mutter against her pussy, my voice shaky. I take another lick, teasing her as she thrashes beneath my mouth.

“Oh, oh, please,” she moans.

I wanted to go slow. I wanted to savor her, but I can’t. I need to see her come undone. I press my hand into her stomach, holding her in place right where I want her. I start to fuck her hard with my fingers as I suck that pretty little nub between my lips. I suck her as she cries out before I start to flick my tongue against her swollen clit. The thrill of knowing I have her aroused like this is overwhelming. She wants me; she needs me as much as I need her, and I can’t get enough. I need her to come. I want to make her feel good.

I move my hand faster inside her, curling my fingers into her, and she begins thrashing beneath my mouth. Her moans are intoxicating, her body is my wonderland, and when her legs start to shake, my balls grow heavy. She slides her fingers through my hair, her nails digging into my scalp as she grinds against my face. It’s maddening. I fucking love it. I press harder on her stomach to keep her still as I move my tongue and fingers faster. Her moans are loud, guttural, and damn near mind-blowing. I feel her tense around my fingers, she arches up, and then she’s squirting all over my face.

I lean back, catching her release in my mouth before covering her pussy with my lips and drinking her sweet nectar. Her cries are deep, and she shakes beneath my mouth as I continue to fuck her with my fingers and drink her dry. This has never happened to me. I’ve never made a girl come like this, and my earlier words come back at me tenfold.

I’ll get addicted.

Shit. I may already be.

CHAPTER 11

Louisa

His fingers still fuck me as I ride the waves of the best orgasm of my life.

Holy. Fuckadoodle.

That was intense.

I open my eyes to find him watching me, my release all over his face and shirt. I’m too shocked to feel any bit of shame. I’ve never gushed like that, but I’ve never been eaten out like that before either. He devoured my pussy like it was that muffin, and to say I’m flabbergasted is an understatement. My whole body is shaking, my insides feel like I’m burning to ash, and I don’t want this to end.

“Please,” I moan, bearing down on his fingers as he curls them up into me. He runs his tongue along my lower lips, and I can’t take it. I need more. “I want your cock.”

His rough laugh sends chills down my spine. “It’s yours.”

I swallow hard as he removes his fingers from me and then stands. I watch as he puts his fingers in his mouth and sucks on them.

“I always lick my plate clean.”

I think I just came again.

He pulls his shirt over his head. “Take your shirt off.”

I do it quickly, along with my bra, as he pulls down his pants, and my gaze falls on where his cock is jutting out at me. I’ve seen a lot of dicks. Small, big, wide, thin, and everything in between, but I’ve never thought a dick was beautiful.

His…is beautiful.

It’s not one like authors write about, with all the males having huge, long cocks. While it’s on the bigger side, it’s the girth of it that has me squirming on his chair. It has to be a Coke-bottle’s width around. Has to be. And my mouth dries at the sight. I lick my lips, meeting his gaze. “I’m not a virgin by any means, but I don’t think he’s gonna fit.”

He chuckles as he strokes it, his eyes intent on me. “Oh, you’re going to take it all, love.”

My insides clench as he lifts me out of the chair like I weigh nothing. He sits down, and I straddle his waist, his cock brushing my sensitive lips. He cups one of my breasts as he squeezes my ass with his other hand. “So gorgeous.”


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