Say You’re Mine Read Online Alexa Riley

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Erotic, Kink, Novella, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 27014 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 135(@200wpm)___ 108(@250wpm)___ 90(@300wpm)
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My fist goes straight for my thick cock that’s jutting out in front of me so far it’s hitting the shower wall. I grab my length and squeeze it hard as I try not to think about her pussy lips peeking out under her nightgown. But it’s no use, because that’s the only thing I want to imagine right now. Moving behind her and pushing that little nightgown out of the way. Sliding my wet tip in her tiny folds and making her bounce on my dick until I cum.

I paint the shower wall in a matter of seconds and suck in a deep breath at how fast I got off. It’s embarrassing that I couldn’t last more than a few pumps, but in my defense, I had excellent spanking material.

By the time I make it out of the shower, the lights are off, and she’s curled under the blankets. Thankfully she’s on the far side of the bed, leaving me a small space to climb in. I pull on clean boxer briefs and then climb on the bed with her. It’s creaky, and I’m hoping the frame can hold my weight. It wouldn’t be the first bed I broke.

When I’m finally stretched out, I turn on my side and give up on trying to keep space between us when it won’t be possible. Curling behind her, I rest my hand on her hip and lean in close to her ear.

“Whatever happens, I’ll keep you safe,” I vow and then close my eyes.

She doesn’t respond, but I do feel her relax against me as she drifts off to sleep. It’s a long time later, when she’s snoring lightly, that I finally allow myself a few hours to drift off too.

The part I didn’t anticipate was waking up with her on top of me.

Chapter Seven

Iris

Warmth surrounds me everywhere, and I cuddle in closer, seeking the heat and comfort. When I shift my hips, my sex rubs against something hard. It presses perfectly against my clit, and I moan softly at the sensation. I do it again, searching for the same pleasure as before.

I rock back and forth, and a fresh woodsy scent fills my lungs. My panties are soaked and cling to me, and even my breasts ache with need. The handful of times I’ve tried to get myself off it never worked, but as I thrust my hips back and forth I can feel the orgasm already pushing down on me. It’s drawing me closer to the edge, and all I want to do is find the end of it.

“So close.” I moan as my core aches. “Please.”

Two strong hands grip my hips and stop my movements. I jolt awake and see dark angry eyes staring into mine as everything from yesterday comes flooding back. No, not angry, that’s hunger in his eyes. His nose flares, and the veins in his neck strain as he fights for control.

Something about seeing him so close to losing it is erotic. That I have this big badass man under me and he’s in a fight to control himself. I’m likely a third of his size, yet all this does is make me feel powerful and sexy. It only adds fuel to the flames of my need, and I do something that I’ll probably regret later.

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“Dutch.” I breathe his name, and he shifts. The next thing I know I’m on the bottom and his giant body is over mine. My legs have to spread so it’s almost painful in order for him to fit.

“Fuck,” he grits out before his mouth comes crashing down onto mine.

I gasp, and his tongue presses past my lips as he takes what he wants. I’m at his mercy as I dig my fingers into his back and start to kiss him. His cock is still pressed against my sex, and I try to move my hips. It’s no use because the weight of his body has me pinned to the bed. I can’t move unless he lets me, and now I’m the one under his control. Our positions have quickly changed, but I can’t say I’m at all upset about it.

One of his hands cups my breast over the thin material of my nightgown. His thumb brushes back and forth on my nipple, and I whimper as my clit starts to throb. The ache is unlike anything I’ve ever felt in my life, and I need to get off now.

I break away from the kiss, trying to catch my breath. “Dutch, please.”

“You want it, little bit?” he asks, his face intense, and I nod my head.

When he first called me that, it annoyed me. Now being pinned under his big body, I find I like it a hell of a lot more than I should.

“I need you to say it,” he demands.


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