Bound by Bronx – Silver Spoon After Dark Read Online Nichole Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Dark, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40189 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
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More than that, I love seeing this side of Bronx. He's more himself right now than I think he's ever been, as if his guard is down too. He's not worried about anyone approaching me or about having to protect me from anyone in the club. Right now, he knows that I'm perfectly safe. He trusts himself implicitly. That's sexy as hell to me.

Once he's satisfied, he leans back, examining his handiwork. A sharp exhale leaves his lips, his expression darkening. "Goddamn," he breathes, reaching for the button on his pants as if he can't help himself. He rips through it, delving his hand inside to pull out his cock.

I moan when his hand emerges a second later, his fist wrapped around his massive erection. My God. He's going to split me in two. And I'm going to let him.

I stare in fascination as he straddles my hips, his cock in his hand.

"You've got me so fucking hard right now. I can't think," he growls as if he's mad about it. He strokes his cock, his eyes prowling all over my upper body. "Jesus. You should see your tits like this, Gemma." He leans down, capturing one hard nipple in his mouth.

I cry out, arching upward as he drags it through his teeth.

He releases it, only to do the same thing to the other.

"Mm. I want to fuck these," he says, licking all over them.

Oh my god.

"D-do it."

He flicks his eyes up to meet mine. "Did I ask for permission? You're tied to my bed. I can do whatever the fuck I want to this perfect body. You can't stop me, Dilemma. All you can do is take it like the good little cockwhore you are."

That mouth is going to destroy me in the best way possible. I love every filthy, twisted word he speaks.

He inches up my body. I expect him to stop by my breasts, but he doesn't. He keeps going until his cock is inches from my mouth. I eagerly open it.

"You think you're going to get that mouth on me?" He chuckles. "Hell no, Dilemma. I'm not fucking that throat tonight. The first time I'm in you, it'll be that cunt. Spit on it."

"W-what?" I ask, my mind too clouded with lust too keep up. Too disappointed that he isn't going to let me taste him. I want him in my mouth.

He inches closer, until the head of his cock is right at my lips. "I said spit on it."

If I were a good girl, I'd do what he said. I'd give him what he wants. But I don't feel like playing by his rules. And we both know he doesn't really want me to play by them anyway.

I tip my head forward, pulling the head of his cock into my mouth.

"Fuck!" he shouts as I plunge down as far as I can.

From this angle, I don't manage to take much, but it's enough to get the job done. Beads of precum land against my tongue—salty and tangy. I groan, swallowing them down.

He roars like a wild beast, vibrating on top of me.

I wrap my lips around him, sucking.

"You're in so much fucking trouble," he growls, shoving his hand into my hair. He grips it tight, holding my head in place. His eyes glitter with desire, so dark they're nearly black. He pumps his hips, fucking my mouth.

I moan around him as his cock glides along my tongue, hitting the back of my throat before he immediately pulls back. He moves fast, using my mouth for his own pleasure. With his hands in my hair, my hands tied to the bed, and him straddling me, I can't do anything except take it.

I do, over and over again as he grunts and curses. One minute, I'm his favorite little toy. The next, I'm a filthy little slut. Every word he says drives me higher. I love it so much, it's almost terrifying. Is sex supposed to feel this good? Am I supposed to love it this much?

It does and I do. If that's wrong, so be it. I'll gladly burn if that's what's required. Whatever it takes to keep feeling like this.

He rips himself out of my mouth as suddenly as I pulled him into it, leaving me crying out in loss. His hand leaves my hair as he inches down my body.

"That should do it," he mutters.

"Bronx," I sob.

"I told you I was fucking these tits, Dilemma," he says, pushing them together as he gets into position. "You didn't change the plan. You only changed the way we got my dick nice and slippery. So lay there like a good little cockwhore and behave."

"I want to come!" I cry.

"Too fucking bad." He pushes his dick between my breasts, groaning. "Ah, goddamn, beautiful. That feels incredible."

I'm not going to tell him, but it looks incredible. He looks incredible. His eyes are on fire, his cheeks flushed. He pumps his hips, pushing his cock back and forth through the small space he's created between my boobs. Another groan rumbles from his lips, his stomach muscles rigid as he moves.



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