Tempting Read Online Crystal Kaswell

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 107498 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
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"You need to hurt."

"Yes."

He brings his hand into the air then brings it down against my ass. "I'll tell you when it's enough."

"Yes."

He spanks me again.

Again.

Again.

I get lost in the smack of his palm against my flesh.

In the rush of pain and the pleasure that follows.

My sex is aching.

My skin is screaming for more and for less.

For everything.

He spanks me again.

Again.

Again.

"Please. I... I need you." It's the only thing I know.

"Tell me you deserve it."

"What?"

"That you deserve my fingers in your cunt."

"I..."

"That you deserve to come on my cock." His hand comes down hard on my ass.

"I don't know."

Again.

"I... please."

He holds his hand in the air. "Tell me, Kay. Tell me you deserve to feel good."

I don't know. I want to believe that. But my head is still a mess. "Again."

He presses my body against his with his other hand. It's like he's reminding me he's in control. That he's got me. That I'm safe.

Not just my body. But all of me.

"Tell me, Kay." His voice is equal parts stern and caring. "Tell me what you deserve."

"To hurt."

He spanks me again. "And then?"

"I don't know. I want to believe it. I do. Please... just please."

His palm comes down hard on my ass. "Tell me."

"I deserve..." This. I deserve hurting. But then I...

Smack! "Tell me."

"I..."

"Repeat after me."

"Okay."

"I deserve to come."

All my breath leaves my body as his palm smacks against my flesh. "I deserve to come."

"I deserve you."

"I deserve you."

"Good girl." He brings his palm into the air. "Last one."

"Please." There it is again. I still don't know what I'm asking for, only that I need it desperately.

Smack! His palm comes down hard on my ass.

Then he's pushing my panties aside.

Teasing my sex with one finger.

Two.

Three.

"Please."

"Beg me."

"Please."

He teases again.

Again.

Again.

"Please what?" His voice is low, demanding.

He teases again.

God, my sex is aching.

I feel so empty.

So incredibly desperate to be full.

"Please, I want to come on your hand. Please."

He pushes a little deeper.

"Please. More."

Deeper.

"Please."

There. He drives his fingers into me.

Then he's pulling them out.

Another thrust.

Another.

My body relaxes. He's giving me what I need. Exactly what I need.

He fucks me with his fingers.

It's rough. Hard. Fast.

And it feels so fucking good.

"Brendon," I breathe. "Please."

"Say it again, angel."

"Brendon."

He drives his fingers into me. Again. Again. Again.

All that tension in my sex knots.

Almost.

Almost.

There.

I groan his name again and again as all that tension unwinds. An orgasm rocks through me. It pushes every last inhibition from my brain.

He throws me onto the bed on my stomach.

Peels my panties to my knees.

I hear his zipper undo.

Then his hand is around my throat.

And his body is on top of mine, his chest against my back, his cock nudging my thigh.

Nudging my sex.

There.

With one swift movement, he drives inside me.

I get the full force of him.

Fuck.

It's intense.

But it feels so fucking good.

He goes deeper.

Harder.

Again.

Again.

His grip around my neck tightens.

He has me pinned.

I can barely move my legs—my panties are around my knees. And he's between then.

I'm completely at his mercy.

But there isn't a single part of me that's scared.

He drives into me again and again.

It's overwhelming, that sense of being full.

Or being held down.

Of being under his control.

He nips at my neck, holding my body against his as he drives into me again and again.

Fuck, he feels so good.

And the way he groans against my neck—

I do believe I deserve this.

That I have done penance.

That everything is going to be okay.

He keeps me pinned to the bed as he fucks me.

That last bit of guilt fades away. Until my body is nothing but pleasure. But the ache of desperately needing to come.

I clutch at the sheets.

I buck my hips against his.

He pins me harder.

Tightens his grip around my throat.

Almost.

He drives harder.

Deeper.

My eyelids press together. "Don't stop." It's all I can get out.

He drives into me with those same steady thrusts.

Again.

Again.

There.

The tension in my sex unfurls. I'm pulsing so hard I can feel it in my fingertips. I'm sure I'm going to push him from my body.

But he keeps that same steady thrust.

Keeps me pinned to the bed.

His lips find my neck. He groans my name against my skin as he thrusts through his orgasm.

His cock pulses as he spills inside me.

He's giving me everything he has.

I feel so full, so whole, I can't stand it.

Once he's spilled every drop, he collapses next to me.

He wraps his arms around me and pulls my body into his.

His lips find mine.

And he kisses me like he's never going to let me go.

Chapter Forty-Five

Kaylee

Sleep eludes me. I lie in bed—in my bed, just in case Em comes home and decides finding me in Brendon's bed is adding insult to injury—staring at the white-blue glow of those little plastic stars. Their light is soft. Ghostly almost.

I turn over. Press my eyelids together. Try to chase the image of Emma's face from my mind.

It won't go. All I see is the hurt in her dark eyes. All I can hear is the betrayal in her voice.


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