The Man Upstairs Read Online Jade West

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Forbidden, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 150
Estimated words: 143633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 718(@200wpm)___ 575(@250wpm)___ 479(@300wpm)
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“Yeah, I guess so. Guilty.”

“It seems Lola enjoys a few wines, too.”

“Wine and your chapters… she thought they were mega hot.”

“So I heard.” I poured another whisky with her still in my arms. “I expect Peter will be getting the benefits of that later, if she isn’t so trashed she falls asleep as soon as they’re in through the door.”

“Nah, she won’t be. Wine makes her horny.”

“And how about you?” I bounced her up and down against me. “Is your pussy nice and wet after your drinking session?”

“My pussy is always nice and wet when it’s around you.”

She took my whisky shot from my hand and downed it, then smacked her lips. Oh, yes. She was definitely drunk and horny, and my cock was already straining. I’d been thinking about her cunt for hours, seeing the twinkle in her eyes as she shared my written filth with her new friend.

I didn’t bother pouring another whisky. Instead, I took her back through and placed her butt on the dining table next to my laptop.

“Do you think they’ll be acting some of this out?” I asked her, gesturing to the screen.

She nodded. “Yep. For sure. She loves all of it. Even the whisk.”

“Really?”

Rosie beamed at me. “Yeah. They’ll be trying that out, and who knows? Lola might have slut written on her in marker pen in the morning.”

I pulled Rosie’s dress up so hard it almost tore. She still had dirty bitch scrawled on her stomach from earlier.

“I should have showed her this,” she giggled. “You could have lent them a marker pen and we could have compared styles. Like an art class.”

She was joking, but it sparked a fire in my gut.

“Would you have liked that? To watch her getting scribbled on?”

She laughed so sweetly. “Would be awesome. Really good fun. Maybe we should do it sometime.”

The fire in my gut burned brighter.

“How about a foursome, hey?” I said. “Would you like that? I could show him how to use a whisk. Maybe he could practice on you?”

She was still giggling as she nodded. She was joking, that’s what I told myself, but it didn’t matter, that internal fire blazed at the very thought of Peter touching Rosie’s pussy. Of anyone touching Rosie’s pussy. Of any man touching Rosie anywhere. And I couldn’t hold myself back, I took her cheeks in my hands to make her pout.

“Is that what you want? Two guys? You want both me and Peter?”

She stuck her tongue out, drunk, teasing me.

“What if I did?” she managed to say.

I gripped her cheeks tighter, my whisky breaths growing ragged. My cock was hard, but my fire was raging. A heady combination.

“Is that really what you want?” I asked her. “You want Peter’s cock?”

“No,” she giggled, but I didn’t let her cheeks go. “I only want yours. Peter’s hot, but he’s got nothing on you. Not even close.”

“Peter’s hot?” I let her cheeks go, feeling the fire in my veins.

Her answer was cutely innocent. “Yeah, he’s lovely.”

“That’s not what I asked. I asked if Peter’s hot.”

She saw the flames in my eyes, and my Lilith stirred in front of me. I saw her dancing with the idea of playing with me, just a little.

“Peter is hot, yeah.”

I let my demons run free, unbridled, swimming in the possessiveness I felt over my beautiful little flower.

“Think you could take two cocks, do you?” I ran my fingers up her thigh. “And how about my fist? I know Lola has been singing the praises of taking Peter’s big, rough hand in her cunt.”

Rosie’s eyes were alive. The minx set free.

“I could take whatever you gave me.”

“Let’s see about that.”

I slammed her back onto the table, and she spread her legs as my hands roved over her. I tugged her dress and bra down to free her pretty tits, and she arched as I took one of her nipples in my teeth, sucking hard.

“Yes…” she said. “More…”

I gave her more. I nipped, and sucked and used her tits until she was bruising with love bites, marking her. Claiming her. My fingers worked her clit through her wet panties, and she was a needy bitch, spurred on by her dirty friend.

“You’d better stay right fucking there,” I told her as she came close to coming, my voice low. Possessive.

I marched to the bedroom and grabbed a selection of toys and lube, frantic. My blood was pumping when I got back to the table, dumping the toys next to her before I tore her free of her clothes. And then I wasted no time. I squirted a whole load of lube on the biggest dildo, and she hitched her legs up as I rubbed the head up and down her slit.

“Do it…” she hissed. “Fuck me, hard. Make me fucking take it.”

Jesus Christ!

I slammed it inside her in one, twisting it to make it strain, and she whimpered, tipping her head back and gripping the top of the table behind her head. I couldn’t hold back, consumed by the sight of her pussy taking the pounding. I imagined it as Peter’s cock, and it drove me into a frenzy. I slammed her so hard she was crying out, but she was urging me on. Harder, harder…


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