Pretty Little Mess – The Galentine’s Chronicles Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 102(@200wpm)___ 81(@250wpm)___ 68(@300wpm)
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"Are you a virgin, Sunshine?"

"I…"

"Don't lie to me, now," he growls. "That's just piss me off."

"Yes," I whisper.

"Goddamn. You mean all this is mine?" He runs his hand down my body as if to indicate what he means, his expression that of a little boy at Christmas. "Now, you're speaking my language, little girl."

"Yeah? Are you going to let me finish what I started this time, Mountain Man? Or are you sending me to bed without my dinner again?" I sass, feeling brave and bold. With him, I don't feel like a timid virgin. I feel like a powerful woman, in control of my sexuality. It's the hot, adoring way he looks at me. The possessive, reverent way he touches me. The filthy, sweet things he says to me. It's impossible to feel small and unsure when you've got a giant ready to fall to his knees and worship at your feet.

"Oh, I'll feed you, Sunshine," he growls, brushing his lips over mine. "All nine inches if that's what you want. But I'm not coming down this pretty little throat, and I'm not coming on your pretty little face, either." He spins me around in his arms, wrestling my hands around behind my back and pinning them with one of his. His lips touch my ear. "When I come, it'll be in that tight little cunt where it belongs, Cordelia. And I won't need a knot to breed you, either."

Chapter Eight

Deacon

Deacon

Resisting the base urge to toss Cordelia on the bed and fuck her raw takes every ounce of strength I possess, but I don't want to rush her first time or hurt her. I want to wreck her.

"Deacon," she moans, her tongue skating across her bottom lip.

My composure slips. I wrap myself around her, taking her mouth in a hard kiss as I back her toward the bed. She sighs against my lips as we fall toward the mattress, still locked in a scorching kiss.

Her sweet sounds drive me crazy. I can't help but go back for more every time she whimpers or whines, letting me know how much she likes it. Eventually though, I manage to pry myself away long enough to strip her clothes from her body. I don't take my time doing it. I want her naked as soon as possible, nothing standing between me and perfection.

"Deacon!" she cries, her hands flying to my hair when I bend, wrapping my lips around her cherry nipple. I bite her before moving to her left breast to do the same. She sobs this time, her sounds a symphony I could listen to all day.

"You're ravishing, Sunshine," I murmur, sitting back to get a look at her. She truly is perfect from head to toe. I'm in awe of her body. Cherry nipples top full breasts. Her soft belly flares to wide hips and thick, juicy thighs and gorgeous legs. She was made to fuck and cuddle, made to pamper and adore.

I wrap my hand around her throat and tip her head back, kissing her again. She likes that. Every time I touch her throat, her eyes turn glassy. Every time I take control, she melts. She's eager to be fucked hard. But not yet. Not for her first time.

I sip at her lips slowly, tangling my tongue with hers, showing her how it's going to be. I'm the one who sets the pace here. I'm the one who makes the rules. She mewls into my mouth, turning soft and pliant beneath me.

I run my hands all over her, touching her everywhere like I've wanted to do since she stepped out of her car and the wind lifted that little dress of hers. My dick instantly turned to steel. It's been hard every minute since.

I drag my lips down her throat. She squirms as my beard tickles her sensitive skin. And then moans when I wrap my lips around her nipple again, playing with it. I take my time, learning what makes her moan and what makes her cry out, what makes her tremble and what makes her shake.

And then I move on, kissing my way down her belly. Her softness fascinates me. How can someone so fierce be so sweet? So soft? She has the heart of lion, yet she's covered in silk.

"Deacon. You're killing me," she groans.

"Good," I grunt. "That's the plan, Sunshine." I move lower, kissing across her mound. I nip at her hipbones and then her inner thighs. She smells like heaven, sweet and sticky like cream. Fuck. I'm going to gorge myself on her.

I nuzzle my face against the juncture of her thigh, inhaling her scent into my lungs, tormenting both of us. "I should keep you like this all day," I murmur. "Just to see how much you can take before you shatter for me."



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