Just the Tip Read Online Jenika Snow

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Dark, Erotic, Forbidden, Novella, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 12868 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 64(@200wpm)___ 51(@250wpm)___ 43(@300wpm)
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I felt like an inferno was lit deep within me. It burned me from the inside out.

And just like that, I came.

He kept rubbing my clit until I cried for him to stop because it was too much.

But he didn’t let up. He kept playing with my clit for several more seconds until I was begging. Pleading. And when he finally did remove his fist, he replaced it with his cock and started fucking me like I was his to use.

I knew when he was about to come. His entire body tightened, and every muscle clenched. He was so masculine and defined I found myself admiring my intruder, shamefully growing aroused from merely looking at the rippling tendons and bulging muscles.

“Take it all, you little cumslut.”

And when he came, it was like watching a volcano erupt. He roared out and held me painfully tight, slamming into my used body so all I could do was accept it, in awe of his power.

He pushed into me once. Twice. And stilled on the third as he pumped his seed deep into my body.

All I could feel, smell, and hear was him.

“Sweet Jesus,” he whispered harshly.

My body hurt in the best way. I knew there would be bruises covering my skin, marks in the shape of his fingerprints littering my flesh.

With one deep exhale, he pulled out of me. I immediately felt his cum slide out of my body making a sticky mess under my ass as my legs trembled—from weakness and fear. What would happen next?

“How thirsty are you?” he asked, his words catching me off guard.

I said little during this encounter. What could I say to that?

“Let me take care of you.” His tone and actions were deep, possessive, and very dominant.

And when he slid his fingers along my sore, used-up pussy, I knew what he was doing. I knew what he wanted me to do.

He had a hand on my throat as he gathered more of himself that slipped from my body. And when he gripped my jaw, prying my mouth open, he shoved his finger between my lips. But I didn’t fight back. I loosened my jaw and let him drip those thick, white ropes right onto my tongue.

I swallowed him until my belly was full of his orgasm.

“I bet this pretty, little thing thinks we’re done,” he growled against my ear, and then he pulled back. I knew he was smiling even if I couldn’t see his expression. “We’re just getting started.”

Chapter

Five

“We’re just getting started.”

I panted and sucked in great lungful of air as soon as he let go of my neck.

My throat burned as I swallowed, but I felt this rush of endorphins move through me.

Neither one of us said a thing as he lay beside me, his breathing equally strained, his massive body emanating so much heat. My body hurt, sensitive and sore, with bruises covering me.

I peeled my eyes open and stared at the ceiling, the dim light from the window casting a silver glow across the wall. It was the feel of his big finger gently sliding down the bridge of my nose that had me turning my head and looking at him.

The masked stranger rose, bracing a thick, powerful arm on the mattress to support his upper body, and just stared at me. That pose alone had my heart racing once more.

I slowly reached out, gripped the edge of his mask, and while holding my breath, pulled it up and off.

My jaw loosened as I took in his face, my vision clearing enough I could see him.

Oli. The man I’d been seeing secretly for years. The man who’d proposed to me last year. The only person to awaken the darkest, most pleasure-inducing side of me.

He was my former step-grandfather.

And now he was my fiancé.

I didn’t worry about when I’d tell people about our relationship. I didn’t stress about what my family would say or think when they found out I was marrying Oli.

They may not understand at first, but when we finally told them, I knew they’d accept it because they wanted me to be happy.

So until then, I’d enjoy these kinky little games with the man I loved more than anything else.

Real life could wait.

“Hey, sweetheart,” he said gruffly and leaned down to kiss me, sweat covering his face the mask had concealed.

Oli gripped my chin as he kept me in place to mouth-fuck me.

And the longer he moved his lips and tongue over mine, the softer, gentler his kiss became.

“How’d you like it this year?” he murmured against my lips, dragging his tongue over them once more, and pulling back to lie against the headboard. He hauled my naked form across his chest.

I was draped over him, both of us damp from our little role-playing.

“You outdid yourself this year,” I said in a sleepy, post-sex voice.



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