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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Chapter 10

“Take it,” he orders, and my lips part. He slides into my mouth and over my tongue, forcing my lips wide and filling my throat. I groan, but it’s muffled. “Good girl,” he murmurs, stroking my hair again, then guiding my head a little farther forward, so I’m taking more of him. I’m not even halfway down his cock, but from the heave of his chest and the desire in his eyes, I’m clearly doing a serviceable job.

Tyson begins to lightly, gently pump himself in and out of my mouth, the salty sweet taste of him dancing across my tongue. It isn’t long before I give in and relax my jaw, letting myself appreciate the taste and feel of him. He watches me as he enters my mouth over and over, and I can feel him getting even harder between my lips.

“What if I came in your mouth, Anna?” he asks, the question whispered and dark. “Would you swallow my come?”

I try to nod— even though swallowing a man’s come has never interested me before, I want it, because it’s Tyson— because he wants it. He grits his teeth and I feel him pulse in my mouth. He’s going to come soon, I think. He’s going to come for me soon— I made this happen. I let him have me, and he’s going to come in my mouth.

“Not yet,” he groans, as much to himself as to me. He pulls his cock from my mouth, which feels tender and sore. I whine and lean forward, trying to capture it between my lips again, but he dodges me. “Not yet,” he pants again, and I can tell he desperately wants to watch me swallow his come— but is resisting.

“Then what?” I ask, voice hoarse.

“Relax,” he orders, then climbs on the desk beside me. It’s barely big enough for the both of us, and I’m about to say as much when he suddenly moves to his back and pulls me on top of him— but we’re not face-to-face. He mouth is positioned perfectly above my pussy, my thighs falling on either side of his face. I’m so preoccupied with panicking over the fact that I’m practically sitting on his mouth that it’s a moment before I realize my own face is directly over his thick cock. I’m too short to be over the base, but my lips are in the perfect position to suck on his head.

“Put me back in your mouth, Anna,” he says, his breath lashing across my bare pussy. I moan, loud and shamelessly, and then kiss the head of his cock passionately, adoringly. He growls, and then spreads my ass cheeks with his hands before putting his mouth against my pussy. I can barely focus on the cock in my mouth as he thrusts his tongue into me, lapping at my wetness, his lips sliding across my smooth pussy.

His pointer fingers threaten my asshole at the same time, and I finally give up on doing a quality job with his cock— I can’t do much of anything now that he’s pulling an orgasm from me, inching me there then holding me back, building it into something that feels like it may well destroy me. I try to tell him that I’m going to come, but the cock in my mouth prevents me from forming words.

He sucks my clit, and I feel myself tipping over the edge of orgasm. I’m undone— I scream in delight, and the world goes black for a moment as the most powerful orgasm of my life takes me, bucks my hips against his mouth, rushes through me like lightening through water. I cry his name, I cry words that can’t be understood, I melt against him as my limbs shake and my body begs to both stop and continue all at once.

It takes me a few moments to recover, and a few more to gather my wits; I blink, almost like I’m waking up, and realize I’m gently sucking on his cock. Tyson is rubbing my left ass cheek lightly, almost soothingly.

I continue to suck at the head of his still hard cock for a moment. I finally push up, bringing my hips forward so I’m sitting on his chest, facing away from him.

“What about you?” I ask hazily. “I want you to come too. It’s not fair.”

He hesitates, a rare show of uncertainty flashing across his face.

“What?” I ask.

“I’m not trying to be fair. I’m trying to make you mine, Anna. I’m trying to make you feel like you’ve never felt before.”

I gaze at him, then bite my lip. “Do you not want to?” I ask, worried for the answer.

“Believe me, Anna, I want to. But I might scare you more than you already are.”

I pout, then sit up on my elbow. “I’m scared, but I like it. I want this. I want you to…I want you to do everything to me,” I say, and to my surprise, I don’t turn red when the words leave my mouth.


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