A Kiss For You Read Online Rachel Van Dyken, Staci Hart, T.M. Frazier, K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors: , ,
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Total pages in book: 436
Estimated words: 415303 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 2077(@200wpm)___ 1661(@250wpm)___ 1384(@300wpm)
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“Mmhmm,” she buzzed with her lip between her teeth and eyes on my hands. “Wanna go?”

My heart leaped. This was beyond a date. This was a wedding.

This was big.

I stroked her, opening her up, pressing against the warm pink hole that led to Shangri-la. “Sure,” I said simply, hoping I sounded cool. Because inside, I wasn’t cool at all. Inside, I was fist-pumping and whooping and jumping around like a maniac.

She smiled and sighed again as I ran my thumbs up to her piercing, slicking it, rubbing it, teasing it. I didn’t want to say anything else about the wedding. If I did, I wouldn’t be able to pretend like it wasn’t a big deal.

“Good,” was the last thing she said, a soft sound that left her lips on a breath as I worked her body with my thumbs.

Instead of speaking, I decided to use my tongue for other things.

I hinged at the waist and kissed her piercing with an open mouth and a sweep of my tongue, but she was a little too close for it to be comfortable, so I hooked her thighs over my shoulders, gripped her waist, and sat up, taking her with me.

Her shoulders were still on the bed, and her hands wrapped around my legs, nails digging into my skin as she gasped with surprise, then pleasure.

I buried my face in her, running my tongue up the hot slit I’d been touching. The metallic tang of what I’d left inside her sent a jolt through me, and I delved deeper into her, looking for more.

She rocked against my face, which I moved from side to side, nestling deeper into her still. Her fingers moved to her piercing, rubbing that bottom ball against her clit as her thighs squeezed, hips bucking. And when I hummed long and deep, she came against my tongue with a warm rush and a pulsing flex. With her thighs clamped around my ears, I couldn’t hear anything but her distant moaning, and I slowed, kissing her swollen, tender clit gently.

Her body relaxed, and I lowered her back to the bed, my biceps on fire.

Worth it.

Her cheeks were pink as she pulled herself up to sit and got on her knees to climbed onto my lap, not stopping until our lips were a seam and her arms were around my neck.

When she broke the kiss, she smiled wickedly and backed away, ending up on all fours in front of me.

“Get up on your knees,” she ordered.

I did, my heart banging, my cock throbbing when she licked her lips and crawled to me.

Her hand found my base, and her lips opened, tongue extending to guide my head into her hot, wet mouth.

I slipped my fingers into her hair, tugging off the headband so I could see her eyes as she looked up at me, her body a wave as she took the length of me into her mouth.

She moaned.

I hissed.

Her eyelashes fluttered closed, and she got to work, chains swaying from the curve of her waist and hips, and my eyes traced every line from the tip of her nose to her heart-shaped ass.

Heaven existed inside Penny’s mouth.

My hips moved on their own, and she matched my rhythm, her hands on the bed, my eyes drinking in the sight of her on all fours with my cock in her mouth, and too soon, I was close.

I pulsed in her mouth, my hand in her hair clenching in warning, and she backed away, letting me go with a pop.

My heart beat so hard it hurt, my breath burning my lungs as she stretched out on the bed and motioned for me to follow, her hands reaching for my aching cock. I crawled up her body, and she took me in her hands.

“Get up,” she whispered.

I straddled her waist, leaning over to brace myself on the wall. Her hair was fanned out all over the pillow, her eyes hot as she gripped me with both hands and stroked.

I was still so wet from her mouth. Her hands, gentle and firm, pumped and stroked, and my pulse raced. My hips sped. And when I came, my heart stopped from the act, from the sight of Penny, eyes closed and neck outstretched, hands around me, angling me to come in hot bursts all over her tattooed breasts, her collarbone, her neck, the chains.

“Jesus fucking Christ, Penny,” I whispered, the words ragged, my brain on fire and body burning from her touch.

She opened her eyes and smiled, and I fought the urge to ask her if I could keep her forever.

Wait, What?

Things I would never in my life forget: the sight of Ramona wearing a penis crown and a greasy, gyrating bohunk in her lap, who held onto his cowboy hat and humped her to the tune of “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy).”


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