Red & Blue Read Online Alexis Angel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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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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For the millionth time today, I come. I bury my fingers in his hair and keep him in place as I thrust as hard as I can, my pussy pressed tight against his mouth. I let the waves of pleasure crash against my soul, rapture enveloping me. Right now I’m on cloud nine, just on the corner of the seventh heaven: if ecstasy has an address, this has to be it.

As he slowly pulls back, I know that I won’t be able to keep this going for much longer. For the first time since we started fucking, I literally feel on the verge of truly collapsing. Like with most drugs, I guess I can also OD on Arsen’s cock—which, to be honest, doesn’t really sound like a bad thing.

Even so, I don’t want to give up. My body might be shutting down, but my mind will push through. So I do what I have to. I roll on the bed, going on all fours as I feel his eyes going straight to my ass. Getting up in a hurry, he gets out of the bed and grabs me by the waist, pulling me back so that my knees are on the edge of the mattress; standing up, he positions himself behind me, running two fingers over the length of my pussy before pressing his body against mine. I feel the outline of his abs with my ass, but I don’t have the time to focus on them; in just another second he has his cock between my thighs, my folds parting as he pushes it in. I arch my back as he slowly eases himself in, that sweet thickness of his straining against my insides.

“Fuck me, Arsen…” I beg. “As hard as you can.” I can’t even believe I’m saying this. I can barely hold the position I’m in, let alone survive the fucking I begged for. But, oh well… If I can’t survive it, at least that’ll be a nice way to go. Oh, okay, I know, I know… Sometimes I get too dramatic. But what do you want? I just can’t help but act over the top whenever Arsen is concerned. I mean, who would have thought that I’d do all the crazy things I’ve done with him? Never once in my life did I believe I’d have a sex life like this. For God’s sake, with him to come three times is just a standard affair! This is what fantasies are made of. And if you’re jealous of me, well, that’s something that I can understand. But Arsen Hawke is mine, and I’m not really inclined to share. Sorry.

And yes, I said it: Arsen Hawke is mine. And I love him. I admit it, and I accept it. Still, it’s not easy… Even though I know how I feel toward him, there’s still one problem, and that problem is King Henry. My mystery king. As much as I try to do it, I simply can’t push him out of my mind. The man has sunk his hooks into me, and I have no idea how to take them off.

All thoughts of Henry vanish as the sound of Arsen’s thighs slapping my ass cheeks start to fill the room. My head’s down, my hair hanging over my face, but I still smile; I’ve come to relish that sinful sound, something wicked and pleasurable to it. Perhaps I like it so much because it translates as me being fucked hard by a perfect man.

He has one hand on my ass, his other one holding my left breast as he pinches my nipple. I moan subdued, my throat too spent to do anything that demands more of an effort. Even so, all my muscles cramping, I start to rock my body against his, impaling myself on his cock. As I start to do it he slaps my ass hard with the back of his hand, this time just once, but hard enough that I know there’s going to be a mark there for the next few hours. And that’s just fine; I love indecent mementos like these.

My arms feeling weak, I go down, supporting myself only with my forearms. Feeling me go limp, he laces my waist, one arm of his holding my ass up as he keeps on ravaging me. God, I don’t think I’ve ever felt this tired in my entire life… This tired and content, I mean.

Arsen’s thrusts don’t take long to do their job—a fire rises inside of me, driving away all exhaustion, and I start pushing my ass back against him once more. My whole body tenses up, every fiber in me becoming as solid as concrete, and I brace for impact. And, this time, it seems that I won’t be the only one burning up: Arsen’s cock is already twitching hard inside of me, kicking against my inner walls as I feel his fingers digging deep into my flesh.


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