Wrong (#1) Read Online Jana Aston Free Books Novels

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Chick Lit, College, Contemporary, Erotic, Funny, New Adult, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: Wrong Series by Jana Aston
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 68286 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
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It feels good to be in charge of him, just momentarily. He's bigger, older and stronger, but right now, I'm in control. It feels empowering.

I slide a finger inside of myself. I think I could get off doing this but I've got something else in mind right now. I rest my weight on my knees so I can use both hands, then increase

my efforts stroking his cock below the amount I can take in my mouth.

He's close. I know he's close. Mainly because he says, "Sophie, I'm going to come in your mouth if you don't stop." As if I'd stop.

I've never swallowed before but I want to now. I want him in my mouth when he explodes. I want to swallow down everything he can give me. He's very supportive once he realizes I'm not

stopping. "Sophie, you filthy bitch, I'm going to come so hard down your throat."

When I think he can't hold out any longer I take my finger, slick with my own wetness, and slide it into his ass.

He comes.

A lot.

"You hussy, Sophie." He winds his hands in my hair as I swallow and then flips us over so he's on top.

"Hey, I tied you!" I object from under a wall of muscle.

"With a bow tie, Sophie." He holds my face between his hands and kisses me until I’m short on oxygen. "You're so sweet. What the hell am I going to do with you?" He pauses then,

searching my eyes like this is an actual question, so I answer.

"Keep me."

He doesn't respond. Instead, reaching for a condom, he flips my legs up so I'm damn near bent in half and slides into me.

I squirm a little. This is still so new to me and he's so damn big. "How are you even ready to go again?" I question.

"My dick is in a permanent state of ready when you're in the room," he responds, while still sliding into me.

"That must have been awkward for you with me spread out on your exam table." I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss whatever skin I can reach.

"You have no idea."

I laugh. "I think I do."

"By the way"—he moves my right leg to his shoulder and sinks back into me—"I can't be your doctor anymore."

"Hmmm, okay." God, he feels so good. How in the hell did I wait this long to have sex? "We can still play doctor though, right? I'm into it."

"Fucking hell, Sophie." He slaps my behind and I come. He slows his thrusts while I recover, thrusting his tongue into my mouth in rhythm with his cock.

When my muscles are done contracting he withdraws, turns me on my side and drops my upper leg over his arm, re-entering me from behind. He slams into me while rubbing my clit. Oh.

"You mean we're not done?" I ask, confused.

He laughs and nips my ear with his teeth. "No."

"But last time you just came when I did." It's getting hard to get my point across with his fingers working me so expertly.

"Last time I went easy on you, beautiful." He kisses my neck.

"But I thought the goal was to finish?"

"That's the goal"—his balls are slapping against my skin as he thrusts—"when you've got kids screaming in the other room." He hikes my thigh a little higher on his arm. "It's not the

goal with your new lover."

He shows me then just how good he is at long-term goals.

Chapter 17

"This place is dead." Everly yawns.

"It's two days before Thanksgiving. I think a lot of people took the week off work." I take a sip of the chai tea latte I just made myself. We're at work and Everly is right, it's slow.

"Your stalker didn't take the week off." Everly nods to the guy at a table, wearing an earbud and ignoring us.

I ignore her statement. "Why aren't you in Connecticut already? We don't have classes this week."

Everly rolls her eyes. "I'm stuck here until tomorrow because Finn is waiting until the last minute to go home. He thinks if he waits long enough I'll take the train and he won't have to

drive me." She shrugs. "Sometimes I'm not sure why I put up with him."

"What exactly are you putting up with? You're the one stalking him."

She sticks a cup under the syrups and pumps out several. Experimenting with drink concoctions is a Everly specialty. They're mostly awful. "It's not stalking when we are meant to be

together. I can't help it that I imprinted on him when I was six."

I spit my drink out. "Everly, did you just use a Twilight reference to explain your obsession with Professor Camden?"

"I did." She pauses from her drink-making. "Is that weird?"

"Um, let's see, Twilight wasn't written yet when you were six," I start.

Everly scoffs and turns back to the syrups. "That doesn't mean it didn't happen."


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