You Might Be Bad For Me Read Online W. Winters, Willow Winters

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 213
Estimated words: 201920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1010(@200wpm)___ 808(@250wpm)___ 673(@300wpm)
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She reacts exactly how I want, spearing her hands through my hair and arching her back. Her soft, strangled moans of pleasure are music to my ears.

I release her nipple from my mouth with a loud pop and take my time playing with the other one, pinching it between my thumb and forefinger before sucking it into my mouth. I bite down just slightly, and she hisses. Not holding back my smile with my teeth still clamped, I pull back again and watch her face as I do. Her eyes are wide, and her mouth forms a perfect O. The same mouth that just sucked me off like that’s what it was made to do.

When I release her, I take a step back and I miss her instantly. Her breathing is shallow as her hands move to the button on her shorts but she hesitates, waiting for me to give her permission.

I let her stand there, looking at me and dying for her own release as I stroke myself. The sight of her is everything to me. I want a fucking photograph so I can remember this moment forever.

Her hair already looks like she’s just been fucked. Her green eyes are dark with desire, and with a torn shirt and her gorgeous breasts bared, she’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

“I don’t know if I want the shirt on while I fuck you or not,” I say out loud although it’s more of a thought and not a question. More of a tease for her than anything else.

She shifts her weight and stands there patiently, waiting for my decision. I stroke my dick again and her eyes instantly dart down to watch. Still, she’s quiet. Good girl.

“Take it off, all of it, and bend over,” I tell her and nod to the armrest of the sofa. She obeys but undresses slowly, letting each garment fall to the floor as I step out of my jeans.

The second I slip inside of her, I know I’m fucked.

I’ll need more than tonight. More of her. She feels too fucking good.

I’m not gentle with her. I love how her face presses into the cushion. How she doesn’t hold back the screams as I pound into her all the way to the hilt on the first stroke.

The sounds of wet flesh smacking together mixed with her cries of want make me fuck her harder. My balls slam against her clit over and over as I push into her as deep as I can with each thrust.

Her nails scratch on the fabric as she screams out my name and it’s all I can take.

Her pussy spasms and I empty myself inside of her.

I can’t breathe as I collapse on top of her, bracing my weight with my forearms and kissing her upper back and shoulders with soft, open-mouth kisses that make her shudder again.

I let the tip of my nose glide along her back, smelling her sweet scent as I give her one last kiss.

After I catch my breath, still buried inside of her I say, “I told you that you wanted me.”

She tosses her hair over her shoulder to look back at me, her ass still up and my cum leaking from her pretty pink pussy. A soft moan leaves her, making her chest rise and fall before she replies, “Pretty sure you’re the one who was dying for this, Dean.”

ALLISON

One-night stands are easy.

I come, and I go. I smirk at the thought. They make me feel better for a while and then when I want more, I find someone else. I’m safe and always use protection; everything always happens on my terms too. It’s always easy that way.

But he isn’t a one-night stand. He’s not one of the guys I’d go pick up at the back of O’Malley’s. A man whose face I’d never see again. I’ve had my share. I’ve wasted so many nights waiting to be taken back to a shitty motel or fucked against the side of a car.

I loved each and every one. Because they made me feel better in some fucked-up way.

I always knew I could leave them behind me and walk away like nothing had happened.

Dean will be right in my path after tonight. I can’t get away from him. I can’t say goodbye and never see him again. Worse, I let it happen.

I should have known better than to have Dean come here. It’s a rule: never at my place. I don’t break my rules. Never. My back teeth grind as I remember my slipup. Well, two of them. I didn’t even make him wear a rubber. The thought should anger me but instead it makes me feel deliciously dirty. I let myself get carried away. I should have thought it out more. I shouldn’t be so damn reckless.

The bathroom light switches off and he appears in all his glory in the doorway. Stark naked with chiseled abs and his thick cock still at half-mast.



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