STRIPPED Read online Harper James (Slate Brothers #3)

Categories Genre: College, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: The Slate Brothers Series by Harper James
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Total pages in book: 50
Estimated words: 47112 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 188(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
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“Why, Anna? Tell me why you’ll do as I ask,” he says, and now his finger is against my ass, and he’s massaging it, and I can’t believe how badly I want to feel him slide one finger into me there, and another in my pussy, and know that I’m filled with him—

“Because you’re in control,” I gasp, not entirely meaning the words to come out as such a plea for more. “Because I want you to have me.”

“You want to be mine,” he says, slipping the tip of his thumb into my pussy and finally, finally, finally pressing harder against my ass. I’m so wet that he has no trouble entering me there, and even though I know he can’t have pressed his finger more than a half inch into me, I growl in need and hunger and lust. I want more, and I want him to take it, and the quiet responsible parts of me are totally silenced by that desire.

“I want to be yours,” I practically purr. Tyson pulls his hand away; I’m about to whine, but then he smacks me hard on the bottom, picks me up into his arms like I weigh no more than a feather, and carries me into the office. He turns and taps the door shut with his elbow, then walks forward to set me on the massive desk. I’m soaked, and my dress is hiked up to my waist, exposing me. Tyson turns away and locks the door, then turns back to me with his lips pressed together firmly.

“It’s so hard not to fuck you,” he murmurs, almost more to himself than me. “It’s so hard not to bend you over that desk and push into that sweet little pussy of yours, Anna.”

“You can,” I whisper, terrified and thrilled. “You can fuck me, Tyson.”

His nostrils flare as he begins to unbutton his shirt. “You’re not ready yet,” he says, shaking his head.

“I am,” I argue, licking my lips as he finishes the buttons. His shirt falls away, revealing rippled abs. The room is dark save a small glass lamp on the bookshelf, which is almost more of a nightlight than an actual light source.

“You’re still so scared,” he says, shaking his head as he moves to his pants. He unbuttons them, and they drop to the floor along with his boxers. His cock is hard, and the size is exactly as intimidating as I remember. “See?” he says, motioning to himself. “You can’t totally give in to me if you’re scared of my cock, Anna.”

“I’m only nervous because it’ll be my first time,” I say, voice rattling, my eyes on his cock. He’s not only long, but thick too— is that something I should be scared of as well? My pussy is already tight around his fingers. A new fear crosses over me— what if he can’t even get inside me? What if he’s too big for my pussy? He’s right— I am scared, but I’m not sure he realizes how much I like this strange new fear.

He steps from his clothes, sliding his shoes off in the process, and walks toward me, his cock pointed at me, throbbing and heavy with desire. I don’t know how I know what he wants, but I do, and I lean back on the desk, trembling as I spread my legs apart. He looks happy about my surrender, and circles me, tugging my dress higher up, smoothing my hair, the way an artist might step in and adjust the color on a painting.

“I think…” he says slowly, tilting his head to one side as he studies me. “Yes.” He steps forward and takes the top of my dress, then tugs it down. The stretchy material gives easily, until all the material of my dress is bunched around my waist, and my breasts— I couldn’t wear a bra with this strappy outfit— and pussy are fully exposed. He exhales at the sight of my breasts, then reaches forward to take my left nipple between his fingers. I groan as he rubs it softly, hardening it.

Tyson takes his cock in his other hand— as big as his hands are, he doesn’t cover it entirely. He guides it toward my chest, then rubs the head against my nipple lightly, almost playfully. I watch, chest heaving, studying the curves and counters of him.

“I’m going to put my cock in your mouth, Anna,” he says carefully. “But we’ll go slow. Sit up on your elbows.”

My eyes widen at his words, but I immediately open and prop myself on my elbows. He reaches for my face and strokes my hair lightly, running his thumb down my cheek, then sliding it into my mouth like he’s testing me. I suck on his thumb as best I can, rubbing my tongue against it, eager to explore any part of his body I can. He nods, then guides his cock forward. He pulls his thumb from my mouth, and the next thing I know I can feel the hot, thick head of his cock pressing against my lips.


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