Ruined with a Promise Read Online B.B. Hamel

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 84075 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
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He glances at me and doesn’t seem surprised by my question. “I wanted to get your attention.”

“Did you plan on kissing me?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“Then why? I mean, why kiss me that night? Before we really agreed to do anything?”

He lets out a long breath and says, “I wanted to.”

“It’s that simple? You wanted something so you just—did it?”

“It’s that simple. You’re a beautiful girl, Kat, and maybe you don’t realize it but men want you. They want to do things to you.”

My throat tightens as warmth floods my core. “You mean, you want me. You want to do things to me.”

“Yes, I do,” he says, and he’s not smiling, and he’s not joking, and oh, god, I almost regret asking, but I want him to elaborate so badly it hurts.

I feel like I’m burning up and my brain’s on fire and my middle is so warm I think I might be melting. I don’t know what’s going on with me but I’m alone in bed with a man I’m engaged to and maybe I’m feeling bold, maybe I’m feeling safe because of his promise and the sharks, maybe I’m feeling like someone else completely, like I’ve lost my mind—

Because I ask him, “Like what kind of things?”

He starts breathing faster to match my racing heart. “That night, I wanted to taste you. I wanted to feel how your lips and tongue would react if I pushed you. But now I want even more.”

“Tell me.” I close my eyes, dizzy, insane. “Tell me everything you want to do to me, Ford.”

“I want to kiss your neck and listen to you whisper my name. I’d do it slow, so slow, and pay very close attention to your body. How you breathe, how you react to each and every caress, how quickly your heart’s racing, the flush of your skin, the sweat on your lips. I want to slowly lift off your top and expose more of you, and I want to press my mouth against every inch I find. I want to lose myself in you, let myself travel every inch from your chin to your hard nipples down to your belly button.”

“Ford,” I whisper and my hand slowly moves down between my legs, so, so slowly, because I don’t want him to know. “Keep talking.”

“Only if you promise to close your eyes and picture what I’m saying while that hand of yours slips down under your panties.”

I suck in a breath, mortified. “You noticed?”

“You’re not subtle. No, don’t stop, Katherine. Don’t you fucking stop right now. I swore I wouldn’t cross this invisible line, but that doesn’t mean I can’t keep talking to you. Now, close your eyes.”

I release a soft whimper and I obey, eyes squeezed shut, and as the room plunges to darkness, I can let myself relax a little bit. There’s only the sound of my breath, my racing heart, and his low words driving me absolutely insane. I’ve never, ever done something like this, but the tension between us is absolutely unbearable and I can’t control myself any longer. There’s no way I’m getting to sleep tonight without some form of release.

And if I let him do all the work, I’m going to go further than I want.

My fingers find my pussy. I’m wet, freaking soaked, and I begin to rub myself over my panties, so beautifully slow.

“I want to undress you, Katherine,” he says like he’s reciting a prayer. “I want to peel your shorts off, turn you around, and slide down your panties from behind. I want to see your pussy dripping wet, feel it under my fingers, and taste it under my tongue. I want you to grip the sheets tightly as I worship you from the bottom to the top until I find your clit and suck it so gently you feel like you might scream. Does that feel good, Katherine? Touch yourself faster. Under your panties.”

“Fuck,” I say and arch my back as I obey. “How do you even know?”

“I just know.” I hear something and peek over at him and realize—

Oh, my fucking god.

He’s sitting up, staring at me, the sheets pulled off.

And he’s got nothing on.

Nothing at all.

Only a long, thick, hard cock. The biggest cock I’ve ever seen in my life. He’s gripping it with his right hand and his abs are ripped and his biceps are quivering and he meets my eye and slowly, so fucking slowly, he licks his right palm.

“Imagine me kissing you as I slide my fingers deep inside your pussy,” he says and uses his spit to stroke his cock up and down.

“Fuck,” I say and close my eyes again as both embarrassment and pleasure and impossible desire war inside of me. I can hear him pleasuring himself, the slick sound of his palm moving up and down his shaft, and the filthy sound sends jolts of pleasure deep through me as I imagine straddling him and riding him and making that sound with my body.



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