Secret Read online Penelope Sky (Betrothed #9)

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Betrothed Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 69787 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 349(@200wpm)___ 279(@250wpm)___ 233(@300wpm)
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She kissed my dick as she stared into my eyes, her eyes filled with more arousal than mine, like she wanted nothing more than to make love to my dick with her tongue. If ballet didn’t work out and she wanted to be a whore, she could charge anything she wanted—and get every coin she asked for.

She opened her mouth and flattened her tongue before she slid down, craning her neck to stick my dick in her throat. She moved as far as she could, leaving a few inches out because it simply wasn’t possible to take it all. She kept her ass in the air, her back arched like a tiger, and moved up and down my length, her spit dripping to my balls.

Fuck, I already wanted to come.

She took it slow, like she wanted me to last a long time, to enjoy every minute before I couldn’t take it any longer.

But my threshold had disappeared once we skipped the condoms, once our commitment had deepened into a relationship I’d never had before. Now there was only one woman in my life, and even when I was out with the boys while she was asleep, I didn’t even look. I turned down offers all the time. My usual girls texted me because I was their favorite client, but I wasn’t remotely enticed.

This was all I wanted.

She lifted her gaze and watched me as she struggled to keep going without making herself choke. She had to crane her neck to move up and down without changing her position, encouraging me to enjoy the view of her perky cheeks in the air.

I wanted to keep going. I wanted to lie there and just enjoy it. But watching this woman do everything for me, be a fantasy I didn’t even ask for, made me want more of her…made me want to be inside her, to rock my headboard into the wall while I looked her in the eye, enjoying the woman who gave herself to me completely.

The woman who wasn’t afraid.

My hand went to her neck, and I lifted her, making her drop my dick so it landed with a wet thud against my abs. I pulled her to me, bringing her mouth to mine for a slow kiss. My hands finally got to touch her, to feel the texture of the lace. My hands followed her curves, followed her hips to her narrow waist. My thumbs stretched across her chest, resting underneath the swells of her tits, feeling her slow heartbeat, like she was absolutely calm when we were together.

I kissed her as her hair fell around me, her perfume overcoming my senses, turning me on more. This intensity was potent, my breath shaky because all my senses were overloaded. My thighs tightened and my dick twitched, my mind living in a reality that seemed too good to be true.

I slowly rolled her over until she was on her back, her head hitting my pillow. “I want to please you…” Her tits were visible through the fabric, and she immediately widened her legs and pulled her knees to her chest, knowing exactly how I would take her.

My arms hooked behind her knees, and I held my face above hers, my dick getting ready to slide through her tight opening and plunge deep inside. “You are.” I kissed her again, our lips moving together slowly, taking our time. “This is how I want you.” I gradually slid inside her, slowly pushed through her copious wetness, stretched out her tightness. I moaned as I sank deeper and deeper, her spit removing every single hint of friction. I pushed all the way inside her even though it hurt her a bit, made tears emerge in her eyes.

Her hands cupped my face, and she held me close, breathing against my lips as she tolerated my size.

I loved that she let me do this to her, that she wanted all of me, even if it hurt.

I pulled away and started to rock into her normally, to glide in and out gently, stopping before I went too far.

She grabbed my ass and dug her fingers deep, yanking me farther into her, like she wanted it anyway, like she didn’t care, like she wanted me to watch the tears streak from the corners of her eyes.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I spoke against her mouth, finding this the most erotic moment of my life, to be this connected to another person like this, to share every heartbeat, every thought.

“I want all of you.” Her palm planted against my chest, right over my heart. “Exactly as you are…”

We spent the morning and afternoon watching TV on the couch. She was tucked close to my side, her arm around my waist while her cheek rested against my shoulder. We didn’t say much, the presence of each other enough. When it was early afternoon, she packed her bag and prepared to leave.



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