Coming Home For Her Read Online Lucy Darling

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Novella, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 150(@200wpm)___ 120(@250wpm)___ 100(@300wpm)
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“Fuck.” He groans loudly. “You have no idea what the sight of you on your knees, taking every inch of me in your mouth does to me. Look at me, dream girl. I want those eyes on me.” I look up at him as I continue to work his cock in and out of my mouth. I may not know what I’m doing, but from the look on Beau’s face and the sounds coming from deep inside of him, I must be doing something right.

The faster I work him with my mouth, the more of him I taste on my tongue. I moan around him. My clit throbs between my legs, my breasts feeling heavy.

“You going to swallow me down? Suck me dry. Make up for all those years you should have been on your knees in front of me.” His dirty words spread through my body like a wildfire. I whimper in response, wanting that so bad. He fists my hair in one of his hands as he starts to come. I keep working him, sucking as hard as I can and swallowing him down until I get every drop.

His body relaxes, but his cock still remains hard. I slowly release him from my mouth, sitting up. He grabs me, pulling me back into his lap and kissing me deeply.

“You’re fucking soaked. You get off sucking my cock, Carey.”

“Yes.”

“You ever touch yourself thinking about sucking me off?” He licks the seam of my mouth.

“So many times,” I admit. I’ve thought of a million things I wanted to do with Beau over the years.

“No more touching yourself. Your pussy belongs to me now. Got it?”

“Yes,” I agree. It has always belonged to him. Only him. He shifts, pinning me to the bed.

“Going to clean up the mess you made.” His mouth works lower on my body as he shows me all the ways my pussy belongs to him and no one else.

17

Beau

I look at the cut on my eyebrow, pissed about it now. I know Carey’s dads already saw it but still. I don’t want to look like I was in some brawl. I’m sure they are going to ask what happened, which makes me nervous. I’m fucking nervous. It’s not a feeling I’m used to.

Even in war, I was always calm and steady. It dawns on me I’ve never actually met the parents of someone I was dating before. It’s not that I haven’t met Carey’s dads before. But even though I grew up with them, I’ve never been around them when I was claiming their daughter. They know me as Angel’s big brother.

My relationships in high school were short and pointless. I knew I was going to be enlisted as soon as I graduated. There had been no point for commitment or entanglement. No one ever sparked my interest. I know it wouldn't have been the same if Carey had been in my high school. I would have been entangled all up in that, but back then I didn't even know she existed.

I glance around the bathroom, picking up Carey’s clothes off the floor and straightening some of her things on the counter. I fucking love seeing her shit everywhere. Being neat and orderly was drilled into me when I was in the service. Carey is a tornado, but for some reason I enjoy picking up after her. It feels like I’m taking care of her in a roundabout way.

When I exit the bathroom, Carey gives me a small smile. She’s sitting on the bed with the phone pressed to her ear. She’s talking to Angel. We spent most of the day in bed. I could tell something was bothering her. She and Angel are closer than I ever knew two people could be who were friends. I told her to just call her and tell her everything. She was stressing over something that in the end Angel will be more than okay with. All my sister cares about is that everyone is happy.

I grab my phone, making a few calls myself. Brock hasn't popped back up on the radar anywhere. He either got the message or is biding his time. It’s never easy to predict crazy, but I think he’ll show his face again. Men like him have ego problems, and he’ll want the last word.

I sent out an email for them to dig deeper. He has to be staying somewhere. He hasn't used any of his credit cards. It’s time to start digging into friends and family. Also seeing if they own any other properties he could be laying low in. Everything is going too fucking well, and it’s giving me an uneasy feeling. Can things really be this easy and perfect?

“I feel so much better,” Carey says as she strolls into the living room. I toss my cell away, grabbing her by the waist and pulling her into my lap.


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