Kissing the Rival – The Kissing Games Read Online Kaylee Ryan

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Contemporary Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 76452 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 382(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
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I watch her throat as she swallows hard. “Y-Yes.”

I nod and step back. “Stand for me.” I offer her my hand, and she takes it, standing from the bed. I reach for the hem of the shirt she’s wearing, and I slowly lift. Her arms automatically rise in the air as I pull the shirt over her head. I toss it behind me, not giving a single fuck where it lands.

“If I remember correctly, the Viking did this to start with.” Dipping my head, I pull a pert nipple into my mouth. I lap at the hard peak with my tongue before gently sucking. When she buries her hands in my hair and arches her back, giving me better access, I smile.

“And then the scene progresses.” I trail kisses up her chest before pulling away and kissing her lips. It’s a soft caress, but it still leaves my cock hard and wanting. I’m so hard it’s to the point of pain, but that’s okay. I’ll deal, and jerking off to the memory of tonight will be enough. Because the scene I read about in her naughty romance was all for her.

Tonight is all about her.

Dropping to my knees. I place a hand on each ankle and slowly let my hands climb. I take my time feeling every inch of her soft skin until I reach the waistband of the tiny shorts she’s wearing. “We’re not going to be needing these,” I tell her as I slip my index finger under the waistband and begin to slide them over her thighs.

When the fabric falls to her ankles, she braces her hands on my shoulders without being told and steps out one foot at a time, and I push the shorts to the side. Sitting back on my haunches, I stare at the sexy woman before me. She’s in nothing but a white pair of cotton panties that I want to tear from her creamy white skin.

She moves her hands to cover her breasts, but I pull them down. “Don’t. Please, don’t ever hide from me.”

My fingers dance over her ribs and rest on her small hips. “We need to get rid of these,” I say, tracing my index finger under the hem of her panties. “Are you attached to them?”

“To my panties?” she asks, confused. “No. I’m not attached.”

“Good.” My voice is raspy, and my cock is hard as steel as I grip one side of her panties and tear them. I quickly move to the other side, repeating the process, letting them fall to the floor between us.

“Spencer.” She half laughs and half scolds me. “I can’t believe you just did that.”

“I asked you if you were attached to them.”

“I didn’t think that meant that you would be tearing them from my body.”

“That’s what your Viking did,” I tell her. “In fact, he was very rough with your heroine.”

“They’re… not mine. The Vikings, their fantasies are not mine,” she says, pausing as I place a gentle kiss just above her pussy.

“They might not be yours, but it was your romance book that you were reading. The genre that you love, and tonight we’re going all in. The fiction you fantasize about is about to be your new reality, Charlie girl.”

She whimpers, and my cock twitches. “Did you read that scene, Charlie?”

She shakes her head, and I smile. “Do you want to before we get started, or do you trust me?”

“I trust you.”

With those three words coming from her, I feel like I’m the king of the fucking world. With one hand on her hip, I take the other and allow my fingers to trace the lips of her pussy. She’s already wet and ready for me, and my mouth waters for what comes next. Not able to resist, I lean in, flicking my tongue over her clit, and she moans, a deep sound from somewhere in the back of her throat, and I want to stay right here. Fuck the scene, but I can’t do that. This is what I promised her, and I’m a man of my word. Besides, I’ll be getting what I want soon enough.

Standing to my full height, I lick my lips, and her eyes watch the trace of my tongue as I taste her.

“Are you getting undressed?” she asks me.

“The Viking only lost his shirt,” I tell her.

“We can make our own rules, Spencer.”

“Nah, not tonight, baby. We have a script to stick to.” My hands rest on her hips and move to squeeze her ass cheeks. “When I lift you, I want you to wrap your legs around my waist and your arms around my neck.”

“Okay.”

My hands slide back to her hips, and I lift her off the floor. She immediately wraps those long, sexy-as-fuck legs around me, and her arms go around my neck. “Good girl,” I praise, just like the Viking did, and she preens.


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