The Hatesick Diaries (St. Mary’s Rebels #5) Read Online Saffron A. Kent

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, New Adult, Romance, Sports, Virgin Tags Authors: Series: St. Mary’s Rebels Series by Saffron A. Kent
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Total pages in book: 185
Estimated words: 191421 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 957(@200wpm)___ 766(@250wpm)___ 638(@300wpm)
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“Come on, Bubblegum,” he cajoles. “I’ll make it so good.”

I shake my head. “N-no.”

“I’ll make you feel so good, baby.”

“But I…”

“I’ll fuck you so hard and deep.”

“R-Reign —”

“I’ll fuck you so fucking hard, Bubblegum. Just let me in without a rubber.”

“I-I…” I lick my lips. “Okay. Okay.”

And then I explode.

My restless limbs, my sweaty fists, my heavy pelvis and tingling tits.

Everything falls to pieces and yet comes together in a crescendo.

Because he puts his mouth on me.

I know it. That, I know for sure.

Even though my eyes are clenched shut and I’m delirious, half crazy in lust, I still know that he just took a big swipe of my core, curling his hot tongue over my juices, my clit, and making me come just like that.

Making me gush.

God, I’m gushing. I’m literally gushing.

I feel juices pour out of me in a mad rush and I hear his gulping, slurping noises. Followed by his growls and satisfied hums. As if whatever I’m giving him tastes so good.

It definitely feels so good.

Making me moan and arch. Making me undulate not only my hips but my entire body as I come and come and flow into his mouth and think that I’ll never stop.

And I realize that this was the magic he was weaving.

He was hypnotizing me with his rough voice and dirty words.

So I could relax and go all loose.

I’m proven right when, once my seemingly never-ending climax is done, I feel him springing back up to his feet. By the time I blink my eyes open, he’s already divested himself of his pants and is now in the process of rolling down the rubber, the thing he just convinced me to not have him wear.

My heart thuds at the first sight of his cock.

It’s a partial sight though because he’s turned on his side and his hands are covering most of it. Which I know he’s also doing on purpose so I don’t get scared.

And so I let him.

I let him protect me from everything bad and scary, even his thick hard cock, and move my eyes to take the rest of him in. His muscled thighs, sprinkled with dark hair; the tight globes of his ass and holy God, how is it that he’s so beautiful?

How is it that his ass looks better than mine?

All tight and round and bitable.

Scratchable, too.

But then everything about him makes me want to scratch, scratch, scratch.

A second later, my thoughts break because he’s on the bed again and he’s crawling over me. He’s settling himself between my thighs and I notice that his lips are all glossy and swollen. From my pussy I think, and I love it.

I also love that he’s slowly covering me with his body like a warm, summery shadow.

And then his dick — the thing he was distracting me from — settles on my belly and here he is.

Over me and braced on his elbows.

He licks his lips as he stares down at me and I realize that it’s not only his mouth that’s glossy, it’s also his jaw.

“I… Is that…”

“You,” he rumbles, his eyes blazing. “Yeah, you drenched my fucking mouth, Bubblegum.”

“D-drenched?”

His shining lips twitch. “And my jaw and my throat.”

I squirm beneath him, feeling his dick rubbing on my stomach. “I-I’m not…”

“It’s called squirting.”

My eyes widen. “It is not.”

“You squirted.”

“I did not.”

I did. I so did.

Because the way I came tonight was different than all the other times I’ve made myself come. I’m still coming actually. My pussy is still fluttering and twitching and I can feel my juices running down my core, smeared on my thighs.

“I guess, me doing you raw and fucking your tits really gets you going, huh,” he teases.

I grip his obliques and scratch. “It does not.”

He chuckles, leaning closer. “It almost made me blow in my fucking pants.”

“It did not,” I breathe out, amazed.

Oh God, what’s wrong with my vocabulary?

Where are all the words?

“Yeah, you were so hot, coming like that.”

“Is that… Is that normal?”

“You wanna be normal, baby?”

I think about it. Then shake my head. “No.”

“Yeah? Then what do you wanna be?”

That’s easy.

Quite possibly, the easiest thing I’ve ever had to answer.

“Your good girl,” I whisper.

I watch emotions pass through his features, making him swallow.

Before he comes down to give me a hard, biting kiss again.

This time I think it’s a reward.

For giving him the right answer. For wanting to be his.

Just for tonight though, Echo.

I know, I know. But I don’t want to think about that right now.

Breaking the kiss, he whispers, “Ready?”

Yeah, I am now.

I’m so totally and absolutely ready.

I nod. “Yes. And thank you.”

He frowns.

“For… For taking my fear away.”

He exhales a large breath, his muscles grazing my body, his cock, all hard and hot, as he replies, gruffly, “It’s gonna be okay.”

I know.

He’s going to make it so.

I nod again.


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