First Read online Penelope Sky (Betrothed #5)

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Betrothed Series by Penelope Sky
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Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 84700 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 424(@200wpm)___ 339(@250wpm)___ 282(@300wpm)
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She’d better not expect me to fuck her long if she was gonna act like that.

Like the sexiest thing in the fucking world.

I wanted to kiss her, but I was working too hard to steady my breath. Minutes passed, and my skin turned slick from the sweat. I could feel it form on my chest, feel the way her hand would slip as she tried to hold on to me.

When she was about to come, she grabbed my ass with one hand and guided me at the speed she wanted. She wanted it fast, but she wanted it deep. She wouldn’t let me pull out because she wanted each inch inside her while my body ground against her clit. “Yes…I’m gonna come.” Emotion escaped in her broken voice, as if she couldn’t believe this miracle had arrived. She didn’t want anything to interrupt it, so she told me what was coming so nothing would sabotage it.

As if I’d ever leave her hanging.

Not that kind of man.

“Annabella.” I loved saying her name, letting all those vowels roll off my tongue. It was a profound name, fitting for a woman with her sass. “Take your time. I’m not going anywhere.” My dick was in check, and my mind was focused on the race, not the finish line.

Her hands slid up my chest to my neck, and she cupped my face as she breathed hard in pleasure. Her hips rocked with mine, and she kissed me with trembling lips. Her pants were filled with moans. Her nails were filled with flesh and sweat. She breathed into my mouth, each breath growing farther and farther apart.

And then she came.

Her lips stopped kissing mine so she could scream instead. Her pleasured moans hit me right in the face, her warm breath washing over me. Her head tilted back onto the pillow as her hips bucked uncontrollably. Her hand smacked down onto the bed beside her, and she clutched the sheets until they nearly tore. “Yes…yes.” Tears formed in the corners of her eyes and streaked down the sides of her face until they vanished into the pillow. It was a powerful performance, enough to really make me feel like a god.

My ego exploded.

When her high started to dwindle, she came back to me, her arms hooking around my neck so she could kiss me in gratitude.

As if she owed me anything.

Baby, it was a pleasure.

She kissed me as she continued to rock her hips, her channel softening now that the sensation had passed. “God…” Her nails dragged down my back, tracing the muscles on either side of my spine.

Fuck, I wasn’t gonna last long. Not after that.

“Now, you.” She grabbed my shoulder and rolled me onto my back.

I wanted to tell her I had no problem coming missionary, but if she wanted to bounce on my dick, I sure as hell wasn’t going to discourage that.

She straddled my hips then sank down my length, sliding to my balls in one quick motion.

I closed my eyes and moaned. My back was on the sheets, and one foot hung off the edge of the bed. My eyes took in the sight of the beautiful woman on top of me, her legs spread to take my dick, her back arched so she could grind her clit against me. Her small belly extended slightly, but I liked the curve.

Then she rode my dick like she was the queen of my cock.

She planted her hands against my hard stomach for balance and rolled her hips over and over.

Jesus-fucking-Christ.

I propped myself up on one elbow and grabbed her hip with the other, wanting to feel her body move as she worked to please me. I saw the way her skin gleamed from my sweat that had transferred to her body. Her tits bounced in the most erotic way, up and down with her thrusts. My fingers spread apart, and my thumb moved over her stomach, feeling the muscle tighten before it released.

She pressed her hand against my chest and leaned over me, trusting that I was strong enough to support her. Her eyes locked on to mine, her hair fell down, the ends landing on my chest and shoulder, and her lips parted like she was about to moan in her own ecstasy. “Come with me.”

I closed my eyes as my body instantly shuddered. My cock obeyed her command like he was his own man. He twitched before release.

And then erupted.

She moaned with me, like she was coming at the same time, her pussy squeezing my cock as it thickened in release. Her forehead rested against mine as she felt the high, as she was exploding with the same euphoria that set our nerves on fire. “Yes…” She ground her clit hard against me until her high started to dissipate.

I moaned so loud I didn’t recognize my own voice. It was so good, the kind of orgasm that made me see the stars. Sex wasn’t even this good when I paid for it and stated exactly what I wanted. It was the kind of pleasure that made me breathless. The kind of pleasure that humbled me…because I’d lived over thirty years without experiencing it before.


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