You Might Be Bad For Me Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
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“Thank fuck,” I whisper against her neck, feeling her heat surround me as I hammer into her over and over, ruthlessly fucking her deeper and deeper as her arousal leaks between us.

I ride through her orgasm and take what’s mine until I feel the telltale signs of my own release.

Her blunt nails scratch into my shoulder as I thrust deeply one last time and feel thick hot streams leave me in waves.

“Allie.” It’s all I can manage to say as my body rocks with the thrill of my release.

When I finally come back down, Allie’s legs are shaking and she’s still trembling beneath me with her own pleasure.

My mouth is dry and my heart racing as I slip out of her, letting our combined cum drip down her thigh.

“Oh my God,” Allie murmurs as she turns on her side and curls up.

All I feel is pride as I pull the covers over her. She’s still shaking.

“You all right?” I question and she nods her head, but keeps her eyes tightly shut. “You’re on the pill, right?” I ask her as I stand up and grab my shirt to wipe myself off and then go back to clean her up.

I finally feel spent, but I should’ve asked about the pill days ago.

She shakes her head, and I stand there dumbfounded for a moment.

It’s quiet. Allie’s still in the same position.

“You need me to go get you some Plan B or something?” I say and try to figure out how many days or hours that shit works for.

She laughs into her pillow and then winces as she rolls onto her back and pulls the covers up tighter around her. “On the shot, dummy,” she says and it’s only then I let out a breath.

“Well shit, you could have led with that.”

The sweet cadence of her joyful laugh fills the night air.

“You think you’re funny,” I tell her and she’s quick to respond with, “You’re the one who jokes so much.”

“Yeah well, sad people like to rely on humor,” I say without thinking. A chill flows over my skin, hating that I just said that. I don’t know what Allie does to me, but goddamn does she bring out a side of me no one else gets to see.

“That’s funny, because I never joke,” she says without missing a beat, parting her legs for me when I slip the shirt between her thighs.

“You sad, Allie Cat?” I ask, wiping her up and then tossing the shirt into the hamper in the bathroom. She doesn’t answer me. Maybe she says shit to me she shouldn’t too. That’d only be fair.

“You know I’m going to break down your walls,” I whisper against her lips and then slide beneath the covers with her on this tiny bed. I can feel the weight of exhaustion already pulling me under.

“I wish you wouldn’t,” she says but presses her body against mine, nuzzling next to me and wrapping her arm around my abs.

“Maybe that’s why I want to so bad.”

ALLISON

I feel so deliciously used.

My nipples harden every time I feel that deep ache between my thighs, which is practically every time I move.

Even now, as I slide into my chair on the right side of the classroom. I’m early for once in my life. And I’m grateful the only other person here to see me and my sit of shame is Angie.

“Ooh,” she says, making a perfect O with her mouth and then snickers as she slips the bookbag off her shoulders. “Looks like you’re having a good time, huh?”

I haven’t spoken to her since that first time, even though she’s been friendly.

I just don’t make friends. Or have them. I don’t want them, and I wouldn’t make a good friend in return either. So, there’s no point.

But I’ve never been too good to brag.

“You could say that,” I respond with an expression of pure content and a Cheshire cat smile.

“So …” she says, “who is he?” She talks while opening her textbook followed by her notebook, filled with what looks like an actual outline and highlighted words.

It’s obvious she actually gives a fuck about chemistry or at least about passing the class. Good for her.

Before I can even open my mouth, I catch a glimpse of Dean from the corner of my eye. With his height and broad shoulders, he takes up the whole doorframe before walking in. I can feel my body react to his. The way my heart skips, my thighs tighten. I’m more than acutely aware of his presence.

I bite down on my lip, raise a brow and nod my head in his direction although I keep my eyes on Angie’s.

I can hear him stride across the room and take the seat next to mine, but all the while Angie’s expression drops. Her back stiffens and she forces a smile that’s not genuine.


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