Take Me I’m Yours Read Online Lili Valente

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87601 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 438(@200wpm)___ 350(@250wpm)___ 292(@300wpm)
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I come with a cry loud enough to set the dogs to barking downstairs, my dick jerking inside Sydney as she holds me tight.

The waves last for what feels like forever…but unfortunately, the dogs’ barking lasts even longer.

“I should go calm them down,” I say when we’ve caught our breath, brushing her hair from her sweat damp forehead. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry,” she says, her eyes still glassy from her orgasm. I’m about to say “I told you we’d get you there,” when she adds, “Just be in my bedroom in ten minutes or less. I need you again, Gideon. Already.” She bites her bottom lip before asking, “Is that okay?”

“It’s more than okay,” I say, my cock already perking up inside the condom again. “It’s fucking perfect, and so are you. Grab a condom from my bag in the guest room on your way. They’re in my toiletry bag. I only had one in my wallet.” I kiss her forehead. “I’ll go to your room as soon as I get the dogs settled.”

“Will do,” she says, moaning as I pull out, gripping the bottom of the condom to hold it in place. “I definitely need you inside me again. At least one more time.”

One more time…

I already know it’s not going to be enough, but I’m not going to think about that now. I’ll stay focused on making this a night Sydney will never forget, not even if she has a dozen lovers before she eventually settles down.

Not wanting to think about Sydney with anyone else, either, I tug my phone from my discarded jeans and tap the flashlight button to light my way down the stairs. Then, I grab my clothes and start down to the dogs still naked, determined to be back inside my butterfly as soon as humanly possible.

eight

SYDNEY

I dress quickly before grabbing the candle for light and hurrying down the stairs into Gideon’s room. I can hear the rumble of his deep voice from the garage as he comforts the dogs, and it’s enough to make my hands shake as I drag open the zipper on his toiletry bag.

I’m like an addict, already trembling for her next fix.

I never imagined I’d be this way. I’m not the kind of person who enjoys losing control or altered states of consciousness.

I never have more than a glass or two of wine at dinner and avoid adrenaline-rush-inducing activities at all costs. I don’t drive fast or ride my bike through the city streets (I stick to the park, where I’m less likely to be run over). I’ve never tried drugs of any kind, including marijuana, even though my college dorm smelled of weed most of the time. Hell, I don’t even allow myself more than one cup of coffee. No matter how much I love a little buzz, I know too much caffeine is bad for me.

But right now, I don’t care if having sex all night with Gideon is bad for me. I don’t care if I wake up tomorrow sore or sad or beating myself up for letting myself become obsessed with a man I hardly know.

I’ll worry about tomorrow, tomorrow.

Tonight is for discovering all the things I can feel when a gorgeous man’s naked body is tangled up with mine.

I set the candle on my bureau and the box of condoms by the bed. By the time I turn back to the door, wondering if I should go brush my hair or make some other effort to tidy myself, Gideon is in the hall outside my room.

He’s in the hall, and he’s still naked.

“Way too many clothes, woman,” he says, shutting off his light and setting his phone on the bureau. “Come here and let me help you out with that.”

I step in and his lips are instantly on mine, reawakening the fire he stoked to life inside me. Soon, I’m clinging shamelessly to his shoulders, his strong arms, moaning and kissing him at the same time as he magically makes my clothes vanish. Once again, I don’t remember a break in the kissing or him pulling my sweatshirt over my head, but suddenly I’m naked except for my panties and Gideon is drawing me down onto the bed on top of him.

I gasp as my knees settle onto the mattress on either side of his hips and his erection presses between my legs. I’m a little sore, but he still feels incredible. I rock against him, shivering as waves of awareness flow from my clit to every well-loved inch of my body.

Not love, sex. It’s just sex, the inner voice reminds me, but I shove her bliss-killing words away.

No, it’s not love, but it’s not just sex, either. The way Gideon looks at me as he cups my breasts in his hands, dragging his tongue over my nipples until I’m panting and dying to feel him inside me again, makes me feel more beautiful than I have in my entire life.


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