Oh You’re So Cold (Bad Boys of Bardstown #2) Read Online Saffron A. Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden, New Adult, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boys of Bardstown Series by Saffron A. Kent
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Total pages in book: 184
Estimated words: 186756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 934(@200wpm)___ 747(@250wpm)___ 623(@300wpm)
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At this, I bring my hands away from his and go up.

I push them in his damp hair—damp from the shower earlier and damp from the sweat—and arch my back even more. I press my face to the side of his neck and whisper, “I-I’m sorry.”

He huffs out a breath, sliding his arm around my tummy, pressing the thumb of his other hand on my pulse. “No, baby, you’re not sorry yet. You will be, though. One day.”

“H-how?”

“Because one day”—he presses me into his body hard while at the same time pushing into me with his cock—“you’re going to realize you’ve missed it. You’ve missed your period, yeah? One day, you’re going to remember what happened tonight. What you made me do. How much you made me fucking hurt and lose my mind that I came inside of you. And you know what happens when a man comes inside of a pussy as fertile and as ripe as yours, don’t you? You get pregnant. So you’ll be sorry then, won’t you? You’ll be sorry that you made me put a baby in your belly and breed the fuck out of you. Maybe then, you’ll know what’s hard.

“If I leave behind a little surprise for you. A little surprise you’ll want to hide, but you can’t. Because it’s the kind of surprise that’ll grow over the next nine months, won’t it? It’ll stretch your body, your little belly, make it swollen. It’ll stretch your tits, make them all ripe and juicy with milk. It’ll stretch your cherry nipples too. Make them just as hard and swollen and juicy, and even more tempting than they are right now.”

I moan when he goes up and grips my tits. When he pulls and twists my nipples as if he’s imagining it right now.

“But that’s not the worst part, is it?” he keeps going, driving me crazy and yes, making things hard for me, making everything so fucking hard and swollen and sweaty and lusty; probably just as much as I’m making things for him. “The worst part is that you’re engaged. To my twin brother. And so on the day of your wedding, you’ll walk down the aisle like that. You’ll walk down the aisle, all swollen and ripe with my baby. On the day of your wedding, your tits will drip with milk, your nipples will hurt, your belly will hurt. And you’re going to have to let me drain them, won’t you? You’re going to have to let me suck on your tits, like you always, always wanted, and feed me before saying I do. And from what I hear, it’s the kind of thing a groom frowns upon, his bride getting titty-fucked before she pledges her life to him. And you’re getting titty-fucked if I’m getting anywhere near those milky tits. Not to mention, you’ll be late for the wedding too. Because if I’m sucking your tits and fucking them, I’m also getting a ride in your pregnant pussy. And again, that’s not something a groom is going to approve of. So maybe then, fucking then, you’ll learn the meaning of hard.”

“S-Stellan, I think I-I’m going to…”

“Then you’ll learn to say my name with every breath you take. How every word out of your fucking mouth should be nothing but my name,” he growls, his hips working and working, smacking against my butt, his dick stroking in and out of me. “Then you’ll learn how hard you make it to protect you. How hard you make my job. How hard you make it to not go crazy and lose it. How hard you make every-fucking-thing in my already fucked life.”

And then I think he’s run out of words.

He’s said all he could and now all that’s left is fucking me and fucking me hard.

I have the same problem of not being able to say anything. But that doesn’t mean I can’t show him. That I can’t show how sorry I am for everything and how much I want to love him and soothe him. So I grab his cheek, turn his face, and touch my lips to his.

The moment I do, he groans and sighs at the same time as if this is it. This is what he was looking for, the taste of my lips, the love of my kiss. And so at his obvious relief, I come around him. My pussy spasms and gushes. Which is what makes him come too. I know because he groans again. Although this time it’s louder and as if in pain. As if he really is so hard that he can’t bear it.

But even so, even as hard as he is and as hard as this task is, he pulls out.

He pulls out of me in a jerk and God, God he…

He notches the head of his dick against that tight hole that’s even tinier than my pussy. The hole he was talking about while scaring me away from sucking him off. He pushes his fat head just inside my asshole and comes in there. I feel the stretch, the sharp burn of it before it gets replaced by the heat of his lashing cum. And I know why he did that: I wanted his cum and he gave it to me. He found a way to give me what I want while keeping me safe. So I tighten my arms around his neck, his face; I tighten my fingers in his hair and deepen our kiss to show him my gratitude, to show him my love. As he jerks and groans, his forehead dropping on my shoulder and his arms spasming, holding me tightly.



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