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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Spills.

I grip the shelves for dear life as the orgasm slams into me, and if I weren’t holding on I’d be writhing and rolling on the floor. A scream claws up my throat and I bite into the top of a paperback, trying to muffle it. Even though we’d just talked about being vocal the other day, I’m still aware we’re in a public place.

He just tongue-fucked me.

From behind.

In the fucking public library!

I don’t even know what planet I’m on because I’m not even feeling the slightest bit ashamed. It’s like all my dirty fantasies about this place have finally come true.

“That was so fucking hot,” Blake says with a groan and I hear what sounds like the crinkle of foil. I have to blink hard to come back to reality, and then he’s trying to turn me around, only my hands are gripping the metal edge of the shelves so hard it’s nearly impossible to unclench them. I also think I’ll fall on my face if I don’t have the support. I’m lightheaded and my knees want to give out on me. The orgasm has rendered me into dust.

But somehow I do turn around, pressed against the shelves for support, and the sight before my eyes nearly makes me delirious again. His jeans and boxer briefs are down to his ankles, his cock is protruding out in front of him, and he’s preparing to slip on a condom.

I don’t have much experience, but it’s seriously the largest, thickest, most intimidating dick I’ve ever seen. In person. And totally on par with what I’ve seen in porn. The sight of it in Blake’s hands, the way his fingers wrap along the thick base and slide up to the darkened tip, precum glistening in the lights, makes my head spin, my body immediately hot with need once again.

“Want to do the honors?” he asks, his voice choked with desire as he slowly slides the condom over the tip.

Jesus.

“It looks like you’ve got a good handle on it,” I practically squeak. I can’t tear my eyes away—it’s fucking hypnotizing. Still I manage to say, “You’re pretty presumptuous.”

He grins at me and comes forward, pinning me back against the shelves. “We can quit for today,” he whispers against my throat before nipping it between his teeth. “But I felt you squeeze my tongue as you came, like you were milking it. My cock is jealous.” He licks up behind my ear and groans. “Don’t you want to feel me deep inside you? How hard and thick I am, stretching you, making you full?”

“Yes,” I pant, my head going back.

He bends slightly at the knees and his hands go under my ass. Like I weigh nothing more than a feather, he hoists me up and my legs hook around his waist. At first I’m worried he won’t be able to hold me up, but there’s no sign of concern from him at all except for the faint sheen of sweat on his forehead. He’s staring at me like I’m something to be conquered, so much desire and determination in his eyes, a primal need to claim.

He positions his cock at my entrance, teasing it against my clit slowly. A low hiss escapes from my lips, my body wanting to tense up and give in at the same time.

“I’ll take it slow,” he murmurs in my ear. “At least I’ll try to.”

He slowly pushes himself in, taking ragged breaths, trying to control himself as I stretch around him. I can’t even exhale. All the air, the tension, it’s trapped inside me as he works himself in, one wet inch by wet inch. Thank god he already made me wet as sin earlier, otherwise I don’t think this would work. He would fucking break me in two.

“Amanda,” he whispers, my name urgent on his lips. “Fuck. This is better than I imagined.”

“You imagined this?” I manage to say, gasping lightly as he pushes in another inch.

“All the time,” he says between groans. “All the time. I’ve been wanting to do this from the very start. When I first laid eyes on you. I wanted to see how damn dirty you could be. Oh, fuck.” He pushes himself to the hilt and all the air leaves my lungs. I’ve never had someone so deep, like he’s embedded himself inside me.

“You okay?” he whispers, his hooded eyes searching mine. His fingers brush the loose strands of hair from my face, already damp with sweat.

I nod, trying to swallow, my hands going to his shoulders, trying to hold on. They’re rock solid and taut as he strains to hold me up. “I’m good,” I say breathlessly.

He gives me the laziest half-grin and slowly pulls himself out. The drag feels incredible, but when he’s almost fully out, I immediately crave the fullness.


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