The Girl Who Doesn’t Quit (Soulless #12) Read Online Victoria Quinn

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Soulless Series by Victoria Quinn
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Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 73043 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 365(@200wpm)___ 292(@250wpm)___ 243(@300wpm)
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With her dress pushed to her waist and her legs wrapped around my head, I kissed her good and hard, making her arch her back and writhe on my bed.

She fisted my hair.

She squirmed and moaned.

Her sexy whispers filled my dark bedroom. “Yes…right there.”

Fuck, she was hot.

Told me exactly how she wanted it without hesitancy.

I pushed her into another climax, my tongue working hard to make her buckle like she was in pain.

“God…yes.” Her nails sliced the back of my neck, causing the sweat to sting as it poured in.

I liked it.

Slowly, she came down, sinking into my sheets, making herself at home in my bedroom.

I got to my feet and pulled my shirt over my head before I moved to my jeans.

She lay there with her arms above her head, staring at the ceiling with heavy-lidded eyes. “Okay…I like you.”

The condom was rolled onto my dick, and then I was on top of her, my thighs separating hers. My dick slid into her wetness in a smooth glide, and I moaned when I felt her squeeze me with an iron fist.

Her arms hooked around my neck, and she pulled me into a kiss, tasting herself on my lips, rocking back with me, eager for more, even though I gave her plenty.

We came together, fitting perfectly, our sweaty bodies moving together, our breaths filling each other’s lungs with ecstasy.

Even through a condom, her pussy was crack.

I rocked into her hard, eager to have her after tasting her on my lips for the last twenty minutes. My hips bucked on their own, anxious to pound her into my sheets, to make my headboard clap against the wall.

She was a good lover—even when she just lay there. Her hands were either in my hair or hard against my back, her nails breaking the skin because she dragged them down, slicing me open. Her moans weren’t loud and fake like in a porno, but restrained and purposeful, which made them so much sexier.

With just a few thrusts, I found my release, filling the tip of the condom but wishing it weren’t there. I wished it were just her, taking it all, dripping between her legs when she went to the bathroom.

A satisfied moan escaped my lips, all the muscles in my core relaxing once those chemicals dumped into my bloodstream. The oxytocin was a serious kick. My face moved to her neck, and I kissed her until I reached her collarbone. I gave her a gentle bite before I went to the bathroom and cleaned off.

When I came back, she was where I left her, her hair everywhere, her beautiful naked body relaxed on my sheets. Her head was turned, and her eyes were closed, like she was ready to fall asleep.

I pulled on a fresh pair of boxers and got into bed beside her.

She was already asleep.

And she snored.

I grinned as I watched her because the last thing I’d expected from this petite woman was a snore. Dishes were still in the kitchen and the lights were on in the living room, but I was too tired to care, so I turned off the lamp on my nightstand and went to sleep.

15

Daisy

When I opened my eyes, I wasn’t alone in the bed.

I didn’t hug the pillow between my legs.

Because there was a man there.

A sexy man.

My eyes opened and took him in, my arm over his hard chest, the sheets bunched at his waist, his jawline darker than it was last night.

My leg was tucked between his.

My face was on his shoulder instead of the pillow.

Fuck, I was all over him.

I rolled away and looked around, seeing the sunlight come through the open window.

“Where you going?” His deep voice was sleepy and raspy, like he’d only woken up a minute before I had.

I blinked a couple times then wiped the sleep from the corner of my eye. Black eye shadow got all over it. “Shit…” I’d never taken my makeup off, which meant I looked like a raccoon right now. His pillowcases were probably ruined with all the crap I’d put on my face before I came over.

“What?”

“Sorry…I didn’t mean to sleep over.”

“I don’t mind.”

I turned to look at him, to see his messy hair and sleepy eyes. He somehow looked even better first thing in the morning than fresh out of the shower.

“Didn’t even mind the snoring.”

Mason used to roll me over all the time because he hated it. “I didn’t keep you up?”

“Never slept better, baby.”

My eyes narrowed at his choice of words.

“I made you dinner, gave you awesome head, and then you slept over. If that doesn’t make you my baby, then what does?”

I gave him a playful smack on the arm.

He grinned then dragged me back to him, pulling me close to his volcano-hot body.

It was so comfortable that I didn’t move.



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