Swallow Me Whole Read Online Gemma James

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Bad Boy, BDSM, Erotic, Funny Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 87825 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 439(@200wpm)___ 351(@250wpm)___ 293(@300wpm)
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He yanks me up by the hair until my throat is exposed, neck arched back, his grip a burning pull on my scalp. “I want the whole house to hear you come for me.” He pushes his fingers to the knuckle, and I cry out.

“Christ, you’re wet, and so damn tight.” His touch plunders until I reach zenith, crying out “oh God” half a dozen times, each sinful prayer an octave higher than the last. I have yet to come down from the high when he pulls me to my feet. His mouth slams down on mine, and we go to war with our tongues.

I could lose hours kissing him. Spend days discovering the map of his body. Years upon years of loving him.

His hands land on my shoulders, and the kiss breaks as he pushes me to my knees. He shoves his pants down his muscular thighs, trembling with an air of desperation, and grabs the root of his shaft. I catch sight of the glistening head before it’s pressed against my lips.

“Suck me.”

This bossy side of him shouldn’t turn me on so much, but I’m already building toward the next summit and eventual fall, my pussy tingling in anticipation of fulfillment as he demands the glove of my mouth. He palms my cheeks, thumbs brushing my temples as he pushes between my lips, working his way toward the back of my throat with each lazy thrust.

“I can’t believe I get to call you mine,” he says, almost reverently, eyes deepening to the hue of the ocean at twilight. “Mine.”

This is what it means to submit to Ashton Levine.

To put my trust in his hands.

Give my body over to his mastery.

Enclose my love in the shelter of his heart.

His lids are at half-mast, and I sense him striving for control, mouth pulled tight at the edges as he withdraws. He brings me to my feet, and our mouths mate in another wet kiss.

But I’m growing impatient.

“Make me yours.”

I step out of my panties.

Unhook my bra.

Climb onto the mattress.

And lie before him, legs open in silent offering.

“Hell, Sawyer. I’ll never forget the sight of you like this.” A moment passes, and he exhales.

Sheds his jeans.

Kneels at the juncture of my thighs.

Blankets my body, weight braced on his forearms.

We’re pressed together, chest to chest. Groin to groin. Heart to heart.

“Are you nervous?” he asks.

We’ve been this close before, but it feels different this time. It is different this time because he’ll be inside me in every way that matters.

“No. Nothing’s ever felt so right.”

“I want to make this special for you.”

“You are.”

Tempting me into a slow kiss, he reaches between us and rubs the head of his cock along my slit, through the wetness. It’s a tease I can’t stand, and I buck against him, grasping for that high.

Aching for it.

“I’m so close.”

“Not yet, sweetheart.” He positions himself, on the cusp of entering me, and entwines our hands before shoving them to the mattress. His gaze pins me more effectively than the grip of his fingers, and I wish we’d turned off the lamp on his nightstand, because that stare of his is more intimate than the joining of bodies, the sharing of secrets.

I cast my attention over his shoulder and study the spackle on the ceiling.

“Look at me.”

Of course he picked up on my sudden shyness. I drag my gaze back to his.

“Stay with me,” he whispers, and then he’s pressing into me, just past the tip, returning the tight grip of my hands as he works his girth in another inch, then another.

And that’s where he stalls.

“Fucking hell.” He buries his face in the curve of my shoulder, breaths shuddering against my skin, arms shaking under his weight as I stretch around his cock. I’m tingling and burning where we connect, and yearning for more.

“Please, Ash.” I raise my hips to make my point.

“Give me a moment. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me.”

“I will if I fuck you the way I want to.”

“I’m not breakable.” I’m so worked up I’m about to rip apart at the seams.

He lifts his head, our eyes lock, and we’re suspended in a defining moment. Then, with a final thrust, he’s inside me, breaking past the last barrier.

“Aaah!” As I bow into the ache, he silences my sharp cry with his mouth. Sparks of pain and pleasure erupt behind my lids, and I whimper, letting him taste the surrender on my tongue.

“Sadie,” he groans against my lips. He pulls out, pushes in again, and I experience every hard inch of him becoming one with me.

The pace he sets is slow, maddening. Wrenching my hands free, I clutch his shoulders and dig my heels into the mattress, arching into him, gritting my teeth through the stretching sensation as I bring him deeper.

Sweat breaks out on his back, dampens his hair, and he’s shaking, struggling to hold back as he waits for me to catch up.


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