Weston (Billionaire’s Game #2) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Sports Tags Authors: Series: Billionaire's Game Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 63
Estimated words: 59445 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 297(@200wpm)___ 238(@250wpm)___ 198(@300wpm)
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I waved him off, hoping Bonnie couldn’t see the flush on my cheeks. “You’ve always been so gracious with me, Wes,” I said, returning focus to his mother. “Did he tell you about Iceland?”

“Only a few boring details,” she said, leaning forward over the table. “Spill!”

Weston tapped out, leaving us to girl talk as I made sure to give her every amazing detail about the scuba-diving adventure, showing her all the pictures I’d captured on my phone too. After we laughed and chatted a little more, Bonnie retired to her room, and I was heading toward mine—

A hand grabbed my wrist and hauled me into the room right next to mine. I squealed, but Weston covered my mouth with his lips, successfully hushing my surprise. I melted into the kiss, sighing against the contact I’d been desperate for all day.

“Finally,” he said, closing the door behind us. “I’ve missed you all day.”

“You’ve been with me all day,” I said, grinning up at him.

He walked me backward until my spine kissed his closed door, and I reached up to wrap my arms around his neck.

“Exactly,” he said, pressing his lips to my neck. “It’s made me want you that much more.”

I arched my neck to give him better access, the move giving me a great view of his childhood room. His mom hadn’t changed much, leaving up his NFL posters and his full bed tucked into the corner. She’d only upgraded the bedding. It was actually really sweet, her hanging on to this piece of her son.

Weston worked his way up to the line of my jaw before slanting his mouth over mine, angling my head back with his hands. I opened for him, sighing as his tongue slid past my lips. My entire body ignited with his kiss, my heart racing.

He dipped down, sliding his hands underneath my ass and hoisting me up. I locked my ankles around his back, never breaking our kiss. My head spun with the taste of him, with the hunger in which he devoured my mouth.

“Do you know how many ways I’ve imagined fucking you in this room?” he asked, and my eyes flared wide. He gave me an effortless smirk that made my skin hot all over before claiming my mouth again.

He shifted us then, spinning me and walking me to the bed, laying me down as he peeled off my clothes. “You’re going to have to be quiet,” he said, eyes molten as he tossed my clothes to the floor, then his. “You think you can do that?”

No, I didn’t think I could do that at all.

Not with him. Wes was too good, too amazing, too mind-blowing for me to ever be quiet.

“Can you?” I countered, shifting out of his reach when he climbed onto the small bed. I urged him to his back, immediately situating myself over him.

“Fuck,” he whispered as he watched me hover my mouth right over his cock.

I laughed softly, gripping him, stroking him. “Shh,” I chided him, then sucked his thick head into my mouth.

“Goddamn,” he whisper-hissed, his hips jerking upward at the contact.

Warm shivers raced through my veins, making my breath catch as I took him deeper in my mouth. He filled me, the size of him forcing me to relax my jaw and open wider than I thought possible while I bobbed up and down. I breathed through my nose, flattening my tongue as I slid all the way down his cock, then came back, all the while squeezing his base.

You’d think I’d get used to his size, this not being the first or even tenth time I had him in my mouth, but it was always as jarring as it was exhilarating.

“Brynn,” he groaned, and I drew back, licking my lips as I flashed my eyes up his body to look at him. God, he was gorgeous. I loved the sight of this powerful, billionaire I-can-have-anyone-I-want male at my mercy. Loved seeing him wound so tight because of me.

“Quiet, Mr. Rutherford,” I teased, stroking him up and down. “I’m working.”

I sucked him into my mouth again, increasing my pace as I relished the taste of him on my tongue. His hips bucked, his cock sinking deeper into my mouth, and I had to rub my thighs together to try and soothe the building ache there. Worshiping Weston was as much of a turn-on as when our roles were reversed and he was the one between my thighs.

His fingers tangled in my hair, gently tugging until his cock slid out of my mouth. “The only place I’m coming tonight is inside your pussy,” he said on a low breath.

My clit throbbed at his words, and before I could argue, he hauled me up and spun our positions. My back was against the soft mattress, and he settled between my thighs as his mouth came down on mine. There wasn’t a hint of hesitance as he stroked his tongue into my mouth with such a deep claiming I arched against him, desperate for relief.


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