The Tangle of Awful Read Online K. Webster

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 99500 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 498(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
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I worship at her feet.

She gasps when I kneel down. The thin, lacy piece of fabric barely constitutes for underwear because it’s see-through. A pink slit peeks at me beyond the lace, shaved smooth and begging to be tasted.

“I don’t like these. They’re in my way.” I take great pleasure in the ripping sound the cheap lace makes. Her own sound of shock only heightens the pleasure of this moment. Once I’ve divested her of the offending material and shoved it into my pocket, I grin at her. “There. Better.”

She matches my smile with one of her own. I may be completely fucked in the head for doing this with her, but it feels right. Ever since she got back, something inside of me clicked and I can’t turn it off.

I grasp onto her knees and slowly spread her apart. The folds of her pussy open up like a blooming rose, revealing her bud of a clit. Her scent here is less perfumed and more her. A natural honeyed scent that I need on my tongue and coating my dick.

“I’m going to treat you, Love. Relax and enjoy what I’m desperate to give you.”

She nods but refuses to take her eyes off me. While maintaining eye contact, I flatten out my tongue and lick her from asshole to clit.

Fuuuuck.

She tastes better than she smells. She tastes like peaches and heaven and temptation all in one delicious treat. Unable to quell the ravenous hunger inside me, I begin feasting on her like a starved man whose only sustenance is slippery young cunt.

“Hugo,” she gasps. “Oh God.”

I grunt against her and slide my tongue into her tight hole. This magical golden pussy of hers should be used as a weapon. It’s perfect and I don’t fault her for using it to get what she wants. Right now, she wants me and I’ll give it to her freely. My nose rubs against her clit as I attempt to suffocate on her slick heat. I want to drown in her pussy.

Her fingers fly to my hair and her back arches up off the desk. Knowing I’m driving her wild is a high I’ve never known before. I want to pleasure her all day every day until the end of time. I suck on her pussy lips and clit and then spear her again with my tongue. When it doesn’t feel like enough, I slick up my fingers and push those into her hot, quivering body.

All the sounds coming from her are stifled as she attempts to be quiet. If anyone knew what we were up to, I could kiss my campaign goodbye. The whole town would hate me for eating this teenager’s pussy while still being married to her mother. It’s fucked-up beyond reason and yet I can’t stop.

It’s not enough.

I need her.

I need inside her.

My fingers brush against her G-spot and it works like a live wire of electricity. She yelps and squeezes around my fingers. Since I know she loves it, I tease her into a frenzy. Her entire body tightens as her orgasm seizes her. She slaps a hand over her mouth, muffling her cries of pleasure.

Like a madman who can only see one thing—her—I rise to my feet and begin working at my belt. I need inside her. I need to fuck her until she’s full of my cum. I want it running out of her as she sits at her desk or whenever she walks. I just fucking need her.

Knock-knock-knock-knock!

We both freeze, eyes slamming onto each other’s.

“Yes?” I call out, affecting an irritated tone. Truth is, I’m not at all irritated. My tongue tingles with her sweet taste.

“Mr. Park, Vance is on the line. He said he’s been trying to reach your cell and it’s important,” Karla says through the door.

“Put him on hold. I’ll take the call.”

I buckle my belt up and then grab Aubrey’s hands to pull her back into a sitting position. Her hair is slightly messy, eyes are glazed over, and bottom lip swollen from all her biting. She’s a fucking vision.

“We’ll finish this later, Love,” I promise and actually mean it this time. “You okay?”

She nods, a smile teasing at her lips. “Never felt better. Seriously, never.”

I help her to her feet and then push her skirt back down into place. Where she once sat is a smear of wetness—a mixture of her arousal and my saliva. I’ll never look at that spot on my desk the same way again. Using the inside of my jacket, I dab at my damp face and then capture her jaw in my hand.

“You seem happy,” she says, hope glinting in her eyes.

“I am.”

Crashing my lips to hers, I kiss her fast and hard, making sure to slide my tongue over every part of her mouth to let her taste herself. Once I’m sure she’ll have the reminder of what we did imprinted on her for the rest of the day, I give her a soft, teasing kiss and then pull away.


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