A Wreck You Make Me (Bad Boys of Bardstown #3) Read Online Saffron A. Kent

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Dark, Forbidden, Sports, Taboo Tags Authors: Series: Bad Boys of Bardstown Series by Saffron A. Kent
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Total pages in book: 188
Estimated words: 179812 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 899(@200wpm)___ 719(@250wpm)___ 599(@300wpm)
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If he was doing it before tonight, I would be freaking out. I would be worried about the pain, the stretch, the whole awkwardness of it. But tonight, I don’t have a single worry in my head. I don’t think I’ve ever been this relaxed in my entire life. I don’t think I’ve felt this cherished in my life either.

All because I know he loves me.

I know we have a future together. I know he won’t let me run. He won’t let me go anywhere. He’ll tear down the world to find me if I disappeared. So when he’s done making me go all kinds of crazy and drapes his wildly breathing chest over my sweaty spine, I moan with ecstasy. He grips my hair to tug my head back and growl, “Tell me what I’m going to do to you.”

I lick my lips and grip the grass. “Fuck my asshole, Sir.”

“Yeah,” he says, his other hand grabbing my hips brutally. “And you won’t stop me.”

“No, Sir.”

He smacks my ass, making me jerk. “Wasn’t a question.”

“Sorry, Sir.”

He smacks my ass again probably just to make me moan and my eyes flutter closed with the hurt so good. “Because your asshole is mine, isn’t it.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Just like your pussy and your mouth,” he growls, pulling my head up even more. “And you.”

“God, yes, sir,” I whimper, already on the verge of coming and we haven’t even started yet.

“Open your fucking eyes,” he orders.

It’s difficult, but I do it. He has my neck stretched up so high and my head tugged back so much that I’m looking at him upside down. His hair’s all mussed up and falling on his forehead. His cheekbones are flushed and his mouth is glistening from all the licking and eating, probably like mine from sucking his cock.

“You were a lost little bird, weren’t you?” he whispers, his eyes penetrating.

I clutch the grass tighter and tell him truthfully. “Yes, Sir.”

“Until I found you and made you my Little Strawberry.”

I swallow with difficulty. “Yes, Sir.”

“All you ever needed was someone to take care of you.”

My heart clenches in my chest. “Only you, Sir.”

Something passes over his features that I can’t read but it makes his chest hitch with a breath and his hand in my hair flex. “And I will.” He takes a pause before adding, “Because I was lost without you too.”

The look in his eyes makes my heart race. It makes something churn in my belly, like fear. And I try to move, turn around so I can see him, talk to him but he doesn’t let me. Before I can say anything, he produces something seemingly out of nowhere and shoves it in my mouth. My panties, black and lacy. Then, “This is your gag, okay? You need to be quiet now. No more talking. No more loud noises. I’m going to do everything I can to make it easy for you to take me back there. But I’m not gonna lie, it probably won’t be. I’m too fucking big and that hole isn’t made for stretching around a cock my size. But you’ll take me because I wanna fuck it anyway. I have to try though, yeah? To ease the pain. And I can’t do that if I’m worried about you screaming this place down. Nod if you understand.”

I do it. I know that’s what he needs from me right now. My acquiescence, my submission. He wants me to be his good girl and give up the tightest hole in my body to him. And I do trust him to take care of me.

But he was right. It’s not easy. Not at all. I thought losing my virginity was painful, but this is something else. This is excruciating. It’s like nothing else I’ve ever felt. Every time he tries to slide himself in, I jerk and moan in pain. I lose all my good intentions and try to get away from him. I forget about being his good girl, lying there taking it gracefully and whimper and shake my head. I don’t think he will ever go in and if he does, he’s going to tear me apart back there.

Until he starts to massage my spine. Until he starts to knead my ass and then tell me how amazing I’m doing. As always, it’s my kryptonite, his praise, making him happy. Making things easy for him so when he tells me to push back against him, I do it. When he tells me to take a deep breath, I do that too. He tells me to bite into my panties when the pain becomes too much and arch my back so he can go in further.

But even so, it’s still not as comfortable as I’d like it to be and of course, he knows that. And when has he ever let me suffer? Meaning, he has an idea to make it all easy for me.


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