Under (Follow Me #5) Read Online Helen Hardt

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Follow Me Series by Helen Hardt
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 78521 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 314(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
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I continue with my fingers, sliding them over and around her labia and then down to the puckered opening to her ass.

She tenses for a second.

Man, she really wasn’t ready for what I had planned the other night.

Trust.

Trust is key.

She may say she trusts me, but she’s still holding back.

“Easy, baby. Relax.”

Some—but far from all—tension eases off her as I massage her anus.

“I can’t wait to take you here,” I say. “And tonight, we’ll begin that journey.”

Her tension returns.

“Relax,” I soothe. “You’ll be ready for what I do tonight. More than ready.” I circle her asshole with one finger. Then I position my head between her legs and kiss her inner thighs. “Such a good position. I can see everything from here. Every luscious part of your pussy and your ass.”

I tongue her ass then, and she jerks at the attempted invasion.

“Easy. Let it go, Skye. Let your inhibitions go. You gave me control here. Remember?”

She relaxes beneath me.

My tongue is soft as it massages her but then firm when I tense it into a point and probe the tight hole.

Damn, she’s so hot. I love the feel of that tight rim of muscle against my tongue.

Come on, Skye.

Relax.

Feel.

I swipe my tongue over her pussy and up to her clit, where I tense it again and push against the sensitive button. I probe her clit a few more times and then relax my tongue and swirl the tip around her.

I ease one finger into her silkiness. “Mmm. Tight.”

I move the finger slowly, touching every spot inside her pussy.

“I’m going to put a finger in your ass,” I say. “Just relax.”

Her body is limp. Is she ready? All indications are a go.

I move the finger in her pussy in and out in a slow and deliberate pattern. I’m still sucking her clit gently, and she moves her hips in circles, following my lips.

I massage her tight hole, once, twice…and then I breach its constricted rim.

“Ah!” she squeals.

My finger is in her ass—in that dark tunnel of heaven.

“Easy. Relax. You’ll like this. I promise.”

I haven’t met a woman yet who doesn’t enjoy anal play, as long as she trusts me and I ease her into it. Skye will not be an exception.

I add another finger to her pussy and lick her clit.

Then…I begin to move the finger in her ass in and out slowly, in the opposite rhythm from the fingers in her pussy.

Pussy full and then ass full. Clit licked and sucked.

The ultimate recipe for massive pleasure.

She’s ready. So slick and wet and ready.

All I have to do is give her permission.

“Come, Skye,” I say against her clit.

And she shatters.

She shatters into pieces, and I feel it. I feel her whole climax as a mini orgasm of my own. I feel it against my finger in her pussy. I feel it against the finger in her ass. I feel it against my tongue on her clit.

And I feel it inside.

In my heart.

In the depths of my fucking soul.

I probe her pussy and her ass.

“That’s right, baby. Come for me. Come all over my face.”

Her juices coat my lips and tongue, and I savor the tartness, the pure essence of Skye.

I feel.

I feel so much.

I feel exactly what she’s feeling, and it’s all spectacular.

“Come again,” I order.

She flies into another orgasm, a third, and then a fourth.

I work her pussy. I work her ass. I lap up her cream like a fucking tomcat.

She explodes again.

A fifth. A sixth.

How many more can I pull out of her?

She’s gasping, panting, most likely ready to quit. To sink into the mattress and give in to the pure nirvana that’s crashing through her.

No.

Not yet.

“One more, Skye.” I finger her relentlessly, touching the spot that drives her insane.

Yes.

There it is. Another climax.

“Again,” I command.

She resists. I feel it in her body.

But I don’t accept it.

I groan. I growl. I suck her clit harder.

And she gives me one last orgasm.

She cries out unintelligible words. She undulates violently. She grinds against my face and mouth.

I’m still fingering her, still sucking her. Still relishing her brash enjoyment.

Until finally I release her, move backward slightly, and gently ease my fingers out of her.

She sinks into the bed, still holding on to the rungs of the headboard, bound by nothing more than my will.

By her own will.

By her own desire to please me.

I undress in a flash, my clothes flying. Then my cock is in her pussy, and I’m thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…

Again and again and again, against her sensitive clit and plowing into her tight pussy.

She’s clearly completely spent, which is exactly how I want it.

She waited a long time for these orgasms, and I know that with each thrust, I’m pushing against her clit and giving her phantom memories of climax.

She is so open, her hands still gripping the rungs.

So obedient, my Skye. I remember a time when she would have disobeyed me and grabbed me, grabbed my ass and pushed me farther into her.


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