Wrong (#1) Read Online Free Book L.P. Lovell, Stevie J. Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Contemporary, Crime, Dark, Erotic, New Adult, Romance, Suspense Tags Authors: , Series: Wrong Series by L.P. Lovell
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Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 87961 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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I slap at his chest. “Jude!” His lips cut me off as his tongue dives into my mouth.

His lips have barely touched mine when he tears away from me, rearing up onto his knees. “That’s not begging, Tor,” he says as he jerks my legs further apart, dragging me down the bed to him. “Beg me!” he demands.

“Fuck you!” I snap. I’m so turned on I can barely function, and he wants me to beg! He’s a sick bastard.

“Oh, I intend to,” he laughs as he rips my knickers from my body, the material biting into my skin. His eyes move between my legs, and he bites his lip. “Goddamn.” I can feel my cheeks heating as my vagina gets the third degree. I’m almost as embarrassed as I am turned on. His hands grip the insides of my thighs, spreading them wide.

“I have pictured fucking this pussy so many times.” His expression is pure sex and sin. The devil himself, luring me into hell. At this stage I want to dance around the fucking fire with him.

“Every damn time you run that smart mouth, it makes me want to fuck you raw.” He growls as he traces a finger over me before plunging inside. He leans forward, dragging his tongue over my throat. “I’m gonna fuck you until you’re so raw, you won’t be able to sit down without feeling me,” he breathes, thrusting another finger into me.

My hips buck uncontrollably as a ragged groan breaks from my lips. He’s brutal and unforgiving, as he is with everything. He pulls his finger out of me, immediately placing it to his lips and slowly sucking it in. He holds my gaze the entire time. Oh, dear God. I throw my head back against the mattress, my chest heaving.

“Fuck me!” I hear myself say. I hear his throaty laugh before he grabs me by my hips, his hold almost bruising. I hear a rustle of material, followed by the ripping of foil, and then he’s there, the head of his cock probing at my pussy, begging for entrance. I’ve never felt this all-encompassing need to have a man inside me, but right now, I just want him, all of him, everything he has to give and more. He lights a fire in me that cannot be extinguished, and in this moment I’m consumed by it.

I press my heels into the bed, pushing up against him. He hisses as he slides inside me. He feels so good, so right.

“Careful. I promised I’d fuck you raw, and I will,” he growls, grabbing both my hips and slamming into me. I cry out as he hits the pleasure pain barrier. My body tightens and contracts around him, adjusting to the intrusion. He hovers over me, panting through gritted teeth. “God-fucking-damn, your pussy is something else.” He shakes his head.

He stays still for a few seconds before he moves. There’s no slow build-up, this is primal and dominant. He rears back on his heels, lifting my hips with one hand and holding me down by my throat with the other. His big body moves over mine with powerful thrusts. He fucks me like his life depends on it, as though he is fucking out all his frustrations.

My head falls back and my eyes flutter closed as waves of pleasure start to ripple through my body. His grip on my neck tightens. “Look at me,” he snarls. “Watch me fuck you.” My eyes lock with his, and I couldn’t look away if I wanted to. He fucks me until I’m writhing underneath him, sweating and moaning his name, and when my body tightens and I’m so bloody close, he stops.

“What the fu—”

He leans over me, lowering his lips to mine. “Beg. Me,” he whispers.

I’m so tightly wound, so desperate. He’s a bastard. I glare at him and defiantly roll my hips against him. He smirks, and starts to move again. He thrusts in and out of me until again, I’m about to come, and again, he stops.

“I swear to fucking God, Jude!” I shout.

“Beg me.” He smiles like the devil that he is.

Fuck it, I’ll take one for the team, and when I say team, I mean me and my vagina. I throw as much sex into my voice as I can whilst flashing him a smug smile. “Please, Jude. Please fuck me until I come all over you.”

That does it. His eyes darken as a guttural growl rips from his throat and he pounds into me. Holy shit, he’s like a rabid animal. Everything tightens, and this time he doesn’t stop. His fingers tighten around my neck and pleasure explodes across my body. I scream his name as my vision threatens to black out. I feel his fingers dig hard into the flesh of my hip as he lets out a long groan and stiffens between my thighs before falling on top of me.



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