Rocked by Love Read Online Ella Goode

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33698 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 135(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
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“Because you always sneak out the night before?”

Now it’s my turn to be irritable. “You speaking from experience?” I was sure she was a virgin. Not that it matters in the end.

“No. It was obvious it was my first time.” She pokes her self-righteous chin in the air.

“I don’t know about obvious.” She’d felt tight and hot and wet and fuck, I can feel my half morning wood rise to full mast. “Since I’ve never fingered anyone before, I wouldn’t know whether you’re different or the same as another woman.”

She casts a suspicious gaze over my frame. “You look like you do, and you’ve never had sex with another woman? I don’t believe it.”

I run my tongue over my teeth and seek some patience. “You look like you do,” I repeat her own words, “and you’ve never had sex with another man? I don’t believe it.”

Her eyes widen as she realizes the assumption she made. Her cheeks redden slightly. “I’m sorry then. I just figured…I mean, most guys have done it before getting out of high school. Like I’m pretty sure all my classmates thought that sex was a class that they had to finish before they were allowed their high school diploma.”

“I was—actually, scratch that—I am too busy for sex or women.”

“Because of your crowd management career?” She’s trying hard to figure out what that is, and to be honest, so am I. It sounds like what it is—a made-up job—and if she asks for details, I’m not sure what I’m going to tell her. I haven’t spent enough time with her—or in her—to give away the info that I’m a rock star. I don’t want that to jeopardize what we’ve got going on here because people are different when they figure out I’m famous, and not for the better. I’m not sure how things will change between us. Maybe she puts her small foot in my ass and shoves me all the way to the East Coast. Maybe she decides dealing with the stalkers and groupies is too much to handle. Or maybe she turns into someone who wants to bleed me dry. I don’t know if I care much about the last one, though. As long as she’s with me, my wallet is hers. The key is to make sure she sticks with me, and I haven’t figured out how I’m going to pull that off. I’m a singer, not a magician.

CHAPTER 10

CLOVER

“Irish.” I love the way he groans my name. There is something about the deep gruffness of his voice that rolls through my body.

After breakfast, we ended up on the sofa watching TV. I had my head resting on his thigh, and one thing led to another and now I’m giving him a blowjob.

When we took a shower together last night, I’d jacked him off with the help of him. He came all over my stomach before he ended up washing every inch of me.

I don’t know how we made it to my bed, but we had at some point. He’d gone down on me again, and that had been the last thing I remembered. When I woke up, I was naked and alone in my small bed. My stomach had dropped. He was nowhere to be found in my apartment, but his shirt was on the floor, so I didn’t think he’d gotten far. It had been damn sexy and adorable to see him downstairs in the kitchen trying to make us breakfast.

Dylan grips my hair in a tight hold as I suck his cock deeper into my mouth. I’ve never done this before, but based on his reaction, I must be doing something right. His thigh flexes, making me think he might be close to coming.

“Fuck,” he groans, which only spurs me on more. I am so turned on by giving him this pleasure that I’m dripping wet between my thighs. The ache that has formed there is almost unbearable, but I want him to feel the same way I did when his mouth was between my legs. “Irish, fuck. Babe, I’m going to come.”

I suck him harder, hollowing out my cheeks and taking as much of him inside as I can. My name roars from his lips. His release hits the back of my throat. I don’t stop though; I keep sucking, swallowing every drop of him down. It’s not until he lifts me off him that his cock leaves my mouth. I want to protest, but he’s kissing me. I moan into his mouth.

“My turn.” He buries his face between my thighs. “Someone enjoyed sucking my cock.” He licks up all the desire that coats my thighs and then my sex. He doesn’t stop until I’ve come twice. My body melts into the sofa. I don’t think I ever want to move again. My eyes feel heavy. “Stay with me.” Dylan brushes his mouth against mine.


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