Smut Read Online Karina Halle

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Total pages in book: 121
Estimated words: 116362 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 582(@200wpm)___ 465(@250wpm)___ 388(@300wpm)
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“Shit,” he murmurs, voice breaking into a groan, placing one hand against the wall to keep himself upright, those abs of his straining.

I slide my lips to the end then stroke along the underside of his shaft with my tongue, feeling how hot his skin is, smoothing over every vein and rock-hard ridge.

“Look at me,” he whispers. “I want you to watch me watching you.”

Boldly, I look up and our eyes meet in a current of lust until I put him in my mouth again. It’s just too much for him. He pinches his eyes shut, forehead wrinkled, mouth dropping open as he sucks in air.

I want to take my time, watching him slowly succumb to me. There’s so much power in my hands and nothing more intoxicating than knowing you’re bringing a man to the edge. Blowjobs are not only underrated, they’re addictive, and I can easily see myself having a bit of a cock craving when it comes to him. Or a lot of a cock craving. Whatever.

The moans that come out of his mouth now as I work him steadily with my hands, lips, and tongue, are becoming lower, like they’re rising from a deeper, more animalistic side of him. I saw parts of this side last night and I want more of it. I want to see Blake surrender to me completely. I want to see him change into an animal with just one craving: me.

His legs stiffen and his body becomes strained, the tension building inside him. I glance up and our eyes meet briefly and his glazed expression tells me that he’s in awe, that at least for now, he’s mine and at my mercy.

I should be gentle with him.

But I’m not.

If anything, I’m emboldened.

My fist moves faster, slick and wet over his hot length, and my free hand moves up his legs until they find his perfectly groomed balls. I tug lightly, testing him.

“Fuck!” he cries out hoarsely. “I’m coming. I’m coming.”

I try not to smile, knowing now what triggers him. His cock becomes hotter, his skin stretched under my lips, and I keep going as I feel him change in my grasp.

Every muscle in his body stills, frozen, as the orgasm hits him, then suddenly he’s panting, his breath rough and ragged, and his cum is shooting into my mouth, almost to the back of my throat.

I swallow almost immediately, even though being in a shower is the perfect excuse to spit. But fuck it, he has no problems ingesting me, and when I’m all in, I’m all in. I want every part of Blake, not just some.

“My fucking god,” he rasps, leaning against the shower wall, the water still spraying on us.

I carefully get up, my knees aching, trying not to slip on the slick tiles.

I place a soft kiss on his rounded shoulder.

He slowly turns to look at me, his eyes sated, his hair wet and flattened over his head, looking so goddamn beautiful.

“You,” he whispers, sounding amazed. “Look at you.”

I’m not sure what I look like, my lips swollen from sucking, my skin soaked, my hair sticking down my back.

But whatever he sees, he makes me feel like I couldn’t be more beautiful.

When we’re all clean and dry, it’s tempting to just fall back into bed again. But Blake has to go to the bookstore to work for a few hours.

“You could keep me company,” he offers as we get in Mr. Mean.

“I’d love to pop in for a second,” I tell him, very conscious of not being that girl who gets clingy after sex. I’ve learned some things from Rio. “But I’ve got some errands I have to do in town. I can take the bus back to the school to get my car after.”

He frowns. “You sure? I can drive you home when my shift is over.”

I smile reassuringly, giving him a dismissive wave. “Don’t worry about it. But thank you.”

“So,” I say to him as we cruise down the busy streets of downtown, looking for parking. “What do you think your dad would say if he knew what we were doing?”

“He’d say, way to go, Son, she’s gorgeous.”

“I meant about the books. And would he really say that?”

He gives me a look. “Let’s not go there. But books? He’d say I’m contributing to something that ruined his life,” he says glibly. “What would your parents say?”

“They’d say I’m dragging the family name through the mud. Then they’d say that they’re terrible parents and don’t know where they went wrong and wonder why both their children ended up being such nonconformists.” I pause. “Then my mother would tell me I’m going to hell.”

“Tall order,” he says. “Another reason to keep Blake Lovecox a secret until the end of time.”

“Or at least until we get a movie deal.”

“Agreed.”

Despite how busy the city is with tourists, the bookstore is actually pretty quiet.



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