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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“Stand up,” he says curtly, kicking off his shoes while he speaks. I go up to my feet, looking at him entranced as he starts to unbutton his own shirt. My eyes widen as his muscles reveal themselves to me—sweet Jesus, he isn’t a man… He’s a God! How the hell can a man be so gorgeous, so perfect? His muscles look like they belong on a statue carved by the best Renaissance masters. I just want to lean into him and run my tongue over his perfect abs.

Letting his shirt fall down his arms, he then steps out of his pants and boxers, standing fully naked right in front of me. I want to attack, to jump on him and impale myself on his cock right away, but that’s not the dynamic we’ve built between the two of us, so I just stand still, my heart drumming a frenzied song against my ribcage.

“Turn around,” he tells me firmly. I do it, immediately turning on my heels. “Your dress,” he simply says, confident that I can read in between the lines. And that’s exactly what I do: I take my hands to my shoulders and push the straps down, sliding the fabric down to my waist. I keep tugging on it, swaying my hips from side to side as the dress falls down my legs. Stepping out of it, I suddenly feel exposed, his eyes on my half-naked body while I can’t look at his perfect naked body.

I shudder as I feel his touch on me, his fingertips running up my side and going all the way up to my back; his fingers moving along the back of my bra, he unhooks it, pushing the straps down. It falls easily, dropping to the floor as sweet electricity flies from my wet pussy to the tip of my hard nipples.

His fingers go back down to the hem of my thong, and he traces its contour, going over my ass. Using only one finger, he moves it along between my ass cheeks, slightly pressing against the string of my thong. I’m so wet I don’t even know how I’m not moving. I just want to turn around, push him to the ground and ease myself down, flicking my thong to the side as I push his shaft past my folds.

“Fuck me… Just fuck me already,” I find myself saying, suddenly feeling desperate for his cock.

“Such a dirty mouth…” he whispers into my ear, pressing his steel hard cock between my ass cheeks. “I like that, Vivian. I like that a lot.” With his hands on my waist, he takes two steps forward, pressing my body against his desk. One forearm across my shoulder blades, he bends me over his desk. Leaning on my elbows, I throw a few papers he has on his desk to the floor but he barely notices it. Unable to restrain myself anymore, I start thrusting back, swaying my hips and grinding against his cock as my pussy burns with desire. I stroke him using my ass cheeks, moving up and down and feeling his cock pulsing against me in sweet desperation. He wants it as much as I do; I just know it.

I half-expect him to simply flick my thong to the side and bury his cock into my pussy, but that’s not what he does. Instead he goes down to his knees, and then leans forward and grabs my thong with his teeth. Using only his mouth, he peels it off of me, sending it down my legs. Once I’m fully naked—I only have my heels on now—he places both his hands on my ass cheeks and spreads them wide. I feel him leaning in, and before I can even take one deep breath to ready myself, he flicks his tongue against my pussy. He runs it along my length, back and forth, moving it further in with each stroke.

All of a sudden he presses his mouth harshly against me, sucking in with all his might. I moan loudly, momentarily forgetting where we are, or maybe I just don’t care that much right now. I close my eyes, picturing the sweet image someone would have if we were to be seen—Carter on his knees, his face pressed against my pussy and ass while I’m bent over his desk. I can already imagine a picture of this gracing the centerfold of a racy magazine. That’d be a riot—a Senator and a Governor, going at it as if sex was their middle name.

His fingers are digging into my ass, my flesh molding to his hands as he sucks on me as harshly as he can. I’m moaning as if I needed it more than air, pleasure coursing through me with such violence that I just snap. I hiss through my gritted teeth, moving my forearms across his desk and sending whatever’s in the way tumbling to the floor. A lamp, papers and a legal tome—I don’t care, it all goes flying to the floor as I flail my arms, coming so hard that bright lights go off behind my shut eyelids.


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