Coaxing the Roughneck Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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All I can do is look into her green eyes, absorbing her beauty and light and care. She’s the angel of mercy I begged for in the darkness of the enemy camp so many times. Here she is, arriving all these years later. I’ll protect her with my life. Always. “There is nothing selfish about you, Cindy,” I say gruffly, nudging her lips with my own until they part on a gentle intake of breath. Then I lick my way into that delicious cave, stroking her tongue with mine. “My perfect, perfect girl.”

“I’m far from that,” she says softly, looking up at me from beneath heavy lids. “But I can make up for being a selfish, shortsighted idiot. I can give us what we both need.” She trails her fingertips down from my hair, over my shoulders, razing my nipples with her nails, forcing a shocked moan out of me. “Will you lie down with me, Butch?”

My blood rushes south, hoisting my cock in my jeans. Instantly, I’m so wickedly hard, my head spins, mouth going dry. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Cindy,” I pant, my hands already moving on her ass. Playing with her supple cheeks. Squeezing them in between light smacks. “You were in danger. You don’t know what that did to me. My judgment won’t be as rational.”

“Good,” she whispers in my ear, her tongue grazing my lobe. “Lie down with me, please.”

“No,” I choke out.

Pouting, she drops her legs from around my waist. It physically ails me when she steps away, stealing her body warmth from mine. But then I’m just mesmerized, watching her peel off the sodden tank top, exposing her tits and the stiff, wet nipples at their centers. Then comes the skirt, hitting the floor around her ankles. I’m only vaguely aware of her stepping out of the circle of fabric, because I can’t look away from the drenched white panties clinging to her pussy. The obvious succulence of the flesh beneath has me doubling over and planting my hands on my knees, breathing through the urge to throw her down and shove my cock home, right through the barrier of her virginity.

She’s asking for it, growls the animal inside of me.

But no.

No. She doesn’t realize what she’s asking for. I’m unnatural. I’m not meant for that kind of pleasure. I can only mete out pain with this long, throbbing thing between my legs.

Slowly backing toward my cot, Cindy crooks her finger at me.

And I go. Powerless to tell her no.

“I’ll just hold you,” I say hoarsely. “I’ll warm you up.”

She nods and I go closer, closer, allowing her to push me down onto the cot, because what else can I do when her hands are on me? I’m trapped in arousal, wonder that this girl chooses to touch me. That she’s here at all. Marveling over that fact, I unwisely let myself to be pushed down onto my back.

And then she climbs on top of me.

Naked.

Her warm little pussy perched on my cock.

“Cindy,” I say raggedly, already beginning to sweat again, the cold of the storm long forgotten with her thighs straddling my hips. “I almost lost you out there. Please. I’m extra hungry. Extra desperate to touch and reassure myself that you’re okay. Don’t rub your pussy on me, baby. Don’t be cruel.”

Looking me right in the eye, she starts to rock her hips.

My guttural groan echoes in the small room, my hands flying up to grip her hips, attempting to hold them still, but I end up scrubbing her cunt up and back, up and back, up and back on my erection, watching her mouth part on a sexy moan, feeling the hot flex of her thighs around me. Oh Jesus. Jesus. Help me.

Cindy falls forward, rubbing her pretty titties on my chest, her lips kissing my jawline and chin , nipping at me with her teeth. And all the while, we work her virgin pussy up and down on my stiffness, her juice soaking clear through the fly of my jeans. “It tasted so good when I sucked it,” she whispers against my mouth. “I didn’t mind choking a little when it made you feel nice.”

“Nice?” The word bursts out of me, my chest heaving, heaving. “Baby, touching your throat is the closest I’ll ever come to heaven.”

“It doesn’t have to be, though,” she murmurs, reaching between us and sliding her hand down the front of my jeans, curling her fist around my dick and stroking me roughly, keeping the riding movements of her hips—and Christ, it looks like we’re fucking. She’s squeezing me in her hand, stroking upward every time her lower body undulates and it’s as though she’s fucking me. “You saved my life out there, Butch,” she breathes in my ear. “It would be such an honor to…” Her body is quaked by a gasping shudder. “To have you come inside of me.”



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