Hate To Love You Read Online Shayla Black

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Crime, Erotic, Mafia Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 149209 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 746(@200wpm)___ 597(@250wpm)___ 497(@300wpm)
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“Like it so far?”

“Uh-huh.” Her reply is breathless.

“What else?”

“I’m anxious. Waiting. My stomach is in knots. My heart…”

“Is racing?”

She gives me a shaky nod. “The closer you come, the faster it gets.”

“Good.” I pet her, then press another kiss to the side of her breast. “Let’s try more.”

“Hurry.”

Her answering plea is a rushed breath that makes me grin. Holding her pleasure in my hands, suspending it for my own dirty thrill, makes sweat bead at my temples and my cock throb in need.

“Remember, tell me if you don’t like this…”

As aroused as she seems now, there’s almost zero chance of that. Vaguely, I wonder if her past lovers haven’t bothered much with foreplay or just didn’t care about her experience. Then the hard bead of her nipple is against my lips, and I don’t care about anything but pleasing her.

Slowly, I open my mouth and ease her breast inside. Her ragged inhalation as I close my lips around the hard crest and give it a gentle pull almost undoes me.

She gasps. Her entire back goes taut. Whether she means to or not, she thrusts her breasts toward me. “Yes…”

I moan in understanding, reveling when she closes her eyes and sinks into the moment.

Then I tug harder, the suction stretching her nipple against my tongue, pulling on it with friction.

Bethany braces her hands on my shoulders, her eyes flaring wide. “Oh!”

So she likes her nipples stimulated and she likes a little edge. We’re going to get along so, so well…

Lifting her free breast into my other hand, I pinch the hard point. “I don’t want this one to feel neglected.”

“N-no. Oh…yeah.” Her head falls back, over the arm of the sofa, and she reveals the vulnerable arch of her throat to me. She’s trembling and flushing—and she’s not doing a single thing to hide it.

God, her reactions are everything I could have wanted—visible, honest, and arousing as fuck.

I give the nipple in my mouth one last hard tug before I release the other from my grip, swirl my tongue around it, and watch her shudder.

She digs her fingers deeper into my flesh. “Clint…”

I give her taut crest a firm, almost savage pull before releasing her. “Something you want to say?”

She gives me a slow, dazed shake of her head. “Just…more.”

“Keep doing it? Or do it harder?” I coax. I think I know the answer, but I love the idea of her telling me exactly how to undo her carefully buttoned-up facade.

“Both,” she manages to whisper.

“Yeah?”

I nip one tip with my teeth and delight in her indrawn breath. Then I switch to the other, laving it in long, luxurious strokes, prepping and priming it until she’s squirming and arching her back in a silent plea.

“Hm-huh.” Her affirmative cry is almost incoherent because it’s damn near a wail.

Am I the first man to actually arouse her? The way she responds, as if she’s surprised by her body, suggests that’s the case.

This time, I don’t hold back. I give her tender breast a little squeeze, then lift it directly onto my tongue before I close around her. She pants. I take a long draw of her, one suckle after another. She writhes. I nip down with the edge of my teeth. She keens, parts her legs wider, and wraps her hands around my neck to force me closer.

“You’re so sexy,” I mutter against her flesh. “I want to do this to you half the night. I want to see how swollen and hard I can make your nipples. Then I want to use my fingers and tongue to find out just how wet I make your pussy.”

“I’m already drenched,” she admits. “I’m aching.”

“Good.” I keep thumbing her nipples, alternately gliding and pinching. “You ever felt this aroused while your pants were still on?”

She blinks at me, mossy eyes bright, wide, and hazy. “I’ve never felt like this at all.”

Is she actually admitting she’s never, ever been aroused?

Holy shit. That’s terrible…and yet it turns me on like nothing else.

I brush away a strand of hair clinging to her lips, then kiss her rosy mouth, tasting her sweetness even as I keep toying with the taut peaks of her breasts.

“Still want me to give you more?”

Bethany hesitates for a mere instant. “I don’t know whether I’ll go up in flames or just explode, but…don’t stop.”

“Good. I wasn’t planning to.”

The second my words are out, Bethany surges up, collides into me, then tumbles me onto my back before straddling me. Her lips burn across mine with feverish need. Mashing her breasts against my chest, she sighs into me as her fingers walk across my skin, exploring with inquisitive brushes here, a teasing drag of her fingernails there. “I can’t seem to get close enough to you.”

Shuddering, I caress my way down the sleek line of her spine. “I can’t get close enough, either.”


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