Seducing the Bride Read online Shayla Black (Forbidden Confessions #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Confessions Series by Shayla Black
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Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 22240 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
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“Oh my god!” My back arches. I fist the comforter. My eyes roll back in my head.

How can I possibly keep from shattering into a million tiny pieces?

The way Hayden devours my pussy, centering all his attention on my clit with the most skillful nips and licks, makes me realize it’s impossible. He’s fracturing me, tearing down all the barriers he thinks I’ve erected between us, making me his.

I can’t stop him…and I don’t want to.

He’s merciless and unceasing, swiping, licking, sucking. He manipulates my reaction, my body, my mind, until I’m twisting in agony and chanting his name. Until I no longer care about anything except Hayden, how he makes me feel, and finding a way to make this ecstasy last forever.

Suddenly, he backs away and presses an almost chaste kiss to the pad of my pussy. “No, princess. The first time you come for me, I’m going to be inside you.”

As much as I want the orgasm now, I nod. I’d rather we be joined, me feeling him deep when I come apart for him.

“Hurry.” I attack his zipper.

“Wait, Perrie. Princess. Just a— Holy shit!”

Yeah, he probably didn’t expect me to shove his pants and underwear around his knees and swallow the crest of his cock between my lips. But I groan because I’m so glad I did. He’s salty and musky. Manly. And he’s built big. I’m stretching my lips as wide as I can, but within seconds, the hinge of my jaw begins to protest. Still, I don’t care. I want to taste this man. I want his flavor on my tongue. I want to please him.

I lick him like an ice cream cone, reveling in his hiss as he fists my hair and guides me up and down his rigid length. “Oh, fuck. Yes. Princess, hmm…”

Since my mouth is otherwise occupied, I smile on the inside as I suck him deeper, molding my lips to his shape and pressing him to the roof of my mouth as I work him. Then I rear back, graze the underside of his crown with the tip of my tongue, worrying a spot that instantly sends him reeling.

He pulls free with a snarl. “Did Derek teach you that?”

“No.”

“Then where the fuck did you learn to give head?”

I gape, so glad in that moment that a few of my former college roommates proudly called themselves whores. They hooked up a lot, with anyone who interested them. And they weren’t shy about sharing details. I listened…

“No one.”

He frowns. “Are you saying you’ve never given a blow job?”

“Never,” I whisper.

I wonder how long it will take for him to figure out the rest of my secret.

Hayden’s suspicious stare tells me he’s already puzzling his way to the truth.

“But it doesn’t matter. I just want to please you.” I lean back in.

He’s too fast and gives my hair a tug, stopping me before he urges me flat onto the mattress again, then covers my body with his. He stares deeply, intently. I can practically hear his mind working, so I lurch up and press my lips to his.

Instantly, he uses his own to pry mine open wide and sweeps inside, chest rumbling with need, as he forces himself into the deepest recesses of my mouth—and my soul.

Finally, he wrenches away and takes my face in his hands. “Do you want me?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “So much.”

“Do you need more proof that you belong to me?”

“No.” I don’t want to play games anymore. I just want Hayden. “I’m yours.”

“You’re not marrying Derek, right?”

“I’m not.”

He sighs with visible relief, then caresses my lip with his thumb. “You going to marry me instead? I’ve already talked to your dad. He’s given us his blessing.”

My heart catches in my throat. “Really? You’re seriously asking me?”

“I’m not letting you go again. The first time was the biggest mistake of my life.”

“Oh my god…” This is real.

“Is that a yes?” he demands.

“Yes.” I nod as it sinks in. I’m going to be Hayden’s wife. “Yes!”

“Oh, princess. Thank fuck. I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

He skims his kiss across my jaw, seals our bond with a sweet press of lips, then reluctantly releases me to meet my gaze. “Do you want kids?”

“Of course.” I didn’t love being an only child, so I’ve always pictured three or four little ones I could nurture and spoil.

“Me, too. I want them with you.”

I smile. “I’d love that.”

His expression turns serious. “I want them now.”

Suddenly, I grasp what he’s saying. “Right now?”

“We’ve already waited years. You really want to wait more?”

A million thoughts flit through my head. We’d be newlyweds. I’m trying to start a new career. We need to adjust to living together. I’m still pretty young.

But we’ve known each other forever, so how much do we really need to get to know or adjust to one another? I can still work and be a mom; lots of women do it well. And worrying about age is for people who don’t know what they want out of life. I totally do.


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