Smut Read Online Karina Halle

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, College, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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Yes.

I close my eyes and kiss her, her soft, cushiony lips parting beneath mine. She tastes gorgeous, like mint and orange, and I could drink forever. Her tongue is wet and small and soft as it tentatively brushes against mine. It’s good.

So good.

Too good.

I could kiss her into eternity if she’d let me.

A tight noise of want emits from her throat and everything inside me builds, my cock getting stiffer, needing desperate release. The kiss deepens and I want nothing more than to devour her, to let loose this wild, passionate hurricane I’m trying to hold back because if it gets loose, I’ll ravage her until she can’t walk, until she won’t know her own name. I’ll show her everything she’s been missing and everything she’ll be begging for after.

My hands slip down her shirt again, this time sliding under her tank top.

He feels her hot skin; she’s nearly feverish with her lust.

My fingers trail up toward her breasts, skimming the edge of her bra.

Expensive lace, he absently notes, wondering if she was planning this.

Her hands come around my neck, holding me in place as she bucks up toward me.

She’s desperate now, her pussy swollen and dying for sweet release.

I grasp the edge of her bra, pulling it down until her nipple is exposed. I run the pad of my thumb over it, feeling it harden into a pebble.

Fuck me. If I come in my pants, that’s not going in the book.

“‘Do you like that?’ he whispers to her,” I murmur this against her mouth.

“Yes,” she says breathlessly, and as I rub my thumb over her nipple again, she stiffens all over, drawn to me, groaning loudly.

“Now that’s what I was talking about,” I smile, pulling back slightly.

She blinks at me, probably unaware of how loud she was. Luckily she can see well up close, so I know I’m not a blur, even if I might feel like one.

I want to hear more.

“Amanda!?” Ana’s booming voice suddenly bursts into our living erotica. “Sweet one?”

We look at each other in fright. “Shit!” Amanda squeaks, pushing me off of her. “The Cock Book!”

Damn it!

We both scamper off the bed, adjusting our clothes before we go running for the door. Amanda flings it open as we burst into the living room.

Ana is frowning at the table, but luckily she’s not within reading distance of our work.

“What did you do with my makeup station?” she asks, sounding annoyed, but then as she looks over and spots me standing in the doorway of Amanda’s bedroom, her face lights up, going from happy to see me to jumping to all the wrong, yet almost right, conclusions.

“I’m so sorry!” she says in her thick accent, even though she puts her hand on her lips, thrusting out her breasts. Her finger zig-zags between the both of us. “I had no idea you were…here. Together. Like this. This is great!”

I swallow, glancing over at Amanda. She’s going around the table, clearing it and closing laptops, and the more I stare at her, the more I realize she’s avoiding my eyes.

“Why are you home early?” she says to Ana, trying to play it off. “I thought you had a date.”

“I did. The food was excellent,” she says with a smile. Then, as if remembering, she holds up a BC liquor store bag.“I bought some wine! Blake, please have some with us.”

I scratch the back of my neck, my heart rate slowly returning to normal. “Thanks, that’s lovely,” I tell her. My eyes dart to Amanda. “But I should be going.”

She looks at me, squinting, and maybe she can’t see me very well without her glasses. She nods, expressionless. “Okay,” she says, her voice clipped. “I’ll, uh, see you sometime.”

Holy fuck, she’s just done a 360 again. The robot is back.

“Right-O,” I tell her with a shrug, going to collect my things.

“Oh, don’t leave because of me!” Ana protests, waving the bottle around.

“It’s getting late,” I say with an apologetic smile. “You two ladies enjoy yourself.” I nod at Amanda. “Have a good night.”

I go out the door just in time to hear Ana ask, “Were you fucking or fighting?”

Once inside my car I feel like I can finally breathe. I wait a few moments, thinking Amanda might run out after me and make plans for tomorrow but that doesn’t happen.

Fuck. It was going so well. I came on strong but she was liking it and then…then we were interrupted and her stupid brain had to get involved and freak the fuck out.

Still, she was probably acting that way because Ana was there, and that lady is easily excitable on top of being completely barmy. I should be impressed she gained her composure so quickly.

I’ll call her tomorrow. We’ll make plans to write.

We’ll see what happens in the next chapter.

CHAPTER 12

Amanda

What the hell just happened?


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