Red & Blue Read Online Alexis Angel

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Total pages in book: 189
Estimated words: 174749 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
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hard against the urge to just walk toward him and rip his clothes out of his

body, push him into the ground and ease myself on his huge cock. But, only

God knows how, I manage to restrain myself.

Turning his back to me, Arsen walks across the living room and sits on

his couch, crossing his legs and leaning back as his eyes wander up and

down my body, mentally peeling off my skirt and blouse.

“Come closer,” he tells me, my feet immediately carrying me toward

him until he tells me to stop. “Good. Now, take your blouse off.” My fingers dart to the hem of my blouse and I pull it out over my head,

throwing it somewhere on the floor. I want to keep going, to unfasten my

bra and let him see my breasts and hard nipples… But, obedient, I wait for

his commands. I know—what the hell happened to me? I’ve never been one

to care about the whole bedroom dominance thing… But since Arsen and

King Henry entered my life, I can’t help but crave it. And to think that I was

used to being the dominant one, in and out of the bedroom!

“Now your bra,” he continues, and my fingers going to my back,

obediently unhooking my tight lace bra. I push the straps down my

shoulders and arms, the cups slowly drooping over my breasts; I tremble

slightly as I feel the fabric brushing against my hard nipples before finally

falling down to the floor, his eyes immediately hiking down from my face

to my tits. Even from here, I can see the hunger in his eyes, and more than

that, I can see the gigantic bulge inside of his pants. There’s no better

feeling in the world than to know that a man like Arsen is taking this much

pleasure just from seeing my breasts, that’s for sure. “Grab your tits, Ash. I

want you to play with your nipples.”

I don’t even think about it. I grab my breasts eagerly, squeezing the soft

flesh between my fingers before I brush the palm of my hand over my

nipples. I bite my lower lip, taking one hard tip between my thumb and

index finger and gently rubbing it. I bite my lip harder, but it’s stronger than

me. I part my lips and let a soft moan fall from my mouth, my body burning

in a state of frenzied desire and anticipation. Arsen is playing me like a

maestro plays his orchestra, and he knows it.

He gets up from the couch, and my eyes immediately dart to his crotch.

I try and suppress another moan, but it’s simply impossible; the sight of his

tented pants is almost enough to make me lose my mind. God, I just want

him to tell me to go down on my knees and take his thick veiny cock inside

my mouth.

With slow deliberate steps, he walks toward me, and stops a few feet

away. If I just reached for him I could grab his cock... But I don’t. As hard

as it is, I’m doing my best to submit. And it’s hard. Very, very hard. Almost

like as if you haven’t eaten anything for three days, and then someone sits

you down at a buffet, telling you that you can only eat when they tell you

to. Sure, you might be thankful, but you just want to devour everything in

front of you. I have to be honest here, though: as painful as it is to be this

close to him while restrained by his commands, I have to admit it makes me

as hornier as I have ever been. I can’t explain it. Maybe I might just have

never met a real man, one that could truly dominate me, but I never felt like

this before. Only with Arsen… and King Henry.

God, why can’t I stop thinking of a man I have never met? And, of all

times, when I’m here, half naked in front of Arsen? Still, it doesn’t seem

wrong. In fact, it seems pretty adequate, since he’s treating me in the exact

same way Henry uses to drive me utter and completely crazy. Arsen extends his arm, reaching for me with his outstretched fingers. He

stops before he touches me, his index finger just an inch away from the

valley between my breasts. The corner of his lips turns upward

mischievously, and then he slowly lowers his fingertip over my skin. I

shiver almost instantaneously, my eyelids drooping as he touches me. I can

even feel my heart pumping warm blood to my pussy, and all this just

because he has laid one finger on me. Is this really happening? If he’s

making me shiver with just one fingertip, I don’t even want to imagine what

he’s going to do to me with the rest of his body.

His fingers slide down from between my breasts to my navel, and then

back up again. This time he traces the contour of my left breast, going up its

curve and circling my nipple. I tremble slightly, swallowing hard as I use all


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