The Frat Boy (Nashville Neighborhood #4) Read Online Nikki Sloane

Categories Genre: College, Erotic, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Nashville Neighborhood Series by Nikki Sloane
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Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 114337 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 457(@250wpm)___ 381(@300wpm)
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“I’m going to make you come on this cock.” His tone was dark, a sinful growl.

I pulled back, panting for air. My mouth dripped with a saliva trail, and my eyes burned up at him, making his grip tighten in my hair.

“Yeah?” I matched his aggression. “Then fucking do it already.”

His eyes widened at my challenge, and the muscle running along his jaw flexed. Whatever thought was going on behind his eyes, it looked sinister and exciting. I’d had sweet and romantic sex with people I cared about. Tonight, I craved the opposite, and he looked happy to oblige.

Abruptly, Colin jammed his hands under my arms and yanked me up. I scrambled onto my feet, dizzy with how quickly he forced me to move and how out of breath I’d become. I didn’t see him swipe the condom up off the table so much as I heard it, because he turned me to face the wall. The foil wrapper crinkled in his hand before it was torn open and fluttered to the floor by my feet.

A gasp tore from my lungs when he dropped down behind me, put a hand on my ass, and used it to peel me open, burying his face between my cheeks.

His kiss was shocking.

“Jesus,” I cried.

No one had ever done that to me. His mouth was lush and wicked as his tongue probed, and wires crossed in my brain. I liked the sensation, but my mind was . . . less convinced. It was so dirty. Wrong. And it made my legs tremble from how much it turned me on. I slumped over, placing my hands up on the wall to keep myself from going face-first into it.

But before I could decide if I wanted him to keep doing it, his tongue slipped down. It slicked over my clit, giving me a different, more familiar hit of pleasure. I closed my eyes, savoring the way he fluttered back and forth over the sensitive bud of flesh, and it was so enjoyable, it barely registered that he was putting the condom on.

Before I’d arrived at the studio, this was the moment I was most nervous about. I’d only had a few partners before, and I wasn’t sure that when the time came I’d be able to let a total stranger fuck me.

But even though I disliked him, Colin wasn’t exactly a stranger.

And now that we were here—shit—I was so ready.

The fact that the cameras were rolling only made it sexier. Except I was physically struggling with overload. Tremors rattled up my legs, making my whole body shake.

As he set one hand on my hip, he used the other to rub the tip of his latex-sheathed dick against my pussy. Maybe it was to tease, or maybe it was to demonstrate he was safe and ready.

Or maybe it was a warning.

I leaned over farther, setting my forearms against the wall so I could clench my hands into fists. The hope was if I tensed every muscle in my body, it’d make the shaking less pronounced—and I’d do anything to stop it.

His chest was abruptly warm against my back as he leaned in over me, and it brought his mouth near my ear. “You okay?” he whispered.

His concern only made me tremble harder, but it was with desire and not fear. “Yes,” I breathed.

He hesitated, unsure. Like he didn’t believe me.

I swallowed thickly and poured everything I had into sounding powerful. “Give it to me.”

I felt him solidify and then straighten. I hoped at least part of him wanted this as badly as I did. His hand on my waist clenched tighter as he sucked in a preparing breath, lined our bodies up, and slowly began to press inside.

The uncomfortable, pleasurable stretch of him made my mouth round into a silent oh. It was shocking how good it felt. As he pushed himself deeper, my toes tried to curl on the carpet. My head hung, coming to rest against one of my forearms.

He shoved a hand in the hair at the back of my head and tugged, forcing my upper body to arch back toward him. It was a question, but it came like a demand. “This is what you wanted?”

“Yes,” I gasped. There was no other answer.

His dick just went on and on and on as he continued to invade. And once it seemed like he couldn’t go any deeper, he stopped moving completely. Time suspended, drawing the single moment out until it was a decade long.

He said it like he was annoyed. “Fuck, you’re tight.”

Was that a compliment? My internal muscles clenched in response, strangling him inside me, and his breath came out in a hiss, as if his teeth were clenched. Not that I could see. All that was in front of me was my hands splayed out on the bare white wall.


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