The Hating Season Read online K.A. Linde

Categories Genre: Angst, Billionaire, Contemporary, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 96802 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
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“I think we should try for another orgasm while I go down on you,” I told her, guiding her back toward the couch.

She shook her head, holding on to me to stay upright. “Actually, I thought… we could try something else.”

Then, she slipped to her knees in front of me.

“You just said you hated them,” I said. Even though the thought of turning her down when she was expectantly sitting there would be pure torture. I’d done it that first night, but I hadn’t realized what I was giving up. That she might not offer again.

“I hated being forced to give one,” she said. “It always felt, like, guilt. But… I want to make you feel good. The way you make me feel good.”

“I’m not saying no, but you can stop at any time, Anna,” I said, reaching forward and cupping her cheek. I brushed my lips to hers.

She groaned deep in the back of her throat, and fuck, my cock responded accordingly. I wanted to shove it straight down the back of her throat. But I knew I couldn’t do that. I was usually in control here. She was such a control freak in every aspect of her life that I loved when she gave it up to me. I’d guide her here if she wanted, but this was whatever she wanted.

I shucked off my sweats and boxers, dropping them to the side before pulling my shirt over my head. English reached forward and gripped my cock in her slender hand. She experimentally stroked up and down, up and down. As if she were getting acquainted with me. My cock jerked in response, aching for more of her.

She moved her body between my legs and then lowered her mouth onto the tip of my cock.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned as her hot, wet mouth encircled me.

She hummed in response. She opened wider and bobbed her head lower, taking more of me into her mouth. I didn’t think she could get me all in there. Not unless she had no gag reflex. But with her hand working me, it didn’t even fucking matter.

I collected all of her hair into my hands, holding it out of her way. I wrapped it around one hand like a rope. As she dragged her way back up my cock, I had to remind myself not to use her hair to shove her back down. Self-restraint was not my forte.

“Anna, oh god,” I said encouragingly. “Keep going.”

She moved back down, taking me just a little further.

“That’s right. Fuck.”

From my view, I could see her straight back and her ass in the air while she was on her knees before me. Just the thought of taking her from behind again made me jerk up into her mouth.

She coughed, and her eyes flickered up to mine in surprise.

“You just feel so fucking good,” I groaned.

She flickered her tongue out against the tip of my cock and met my gaze again. “Show me how you like it.”

I arched an eyebrow. “Are you sure about that?”

“I’ve been sure about everything with you, Court. I trust you.”

That was a high praise. I took it that Anna English trusted very few people. And even fewer since what had happened with Josh.

“Tap me if you need to stop.”

“I won’t need to.”

“Fuck,” I muttered. “Put your mouth back on my cock, Anna.”

She shuddered between my legs, her body squirming. But she did as I’d said. Then, I used her hair like the rope I’d wanted to use, pushing her face down against me and thrusting at the same time. She opened her mouth wider. Her fingers dug into my thighs. But she didn’t stop me. She didn’t tap out.

Her lips and her mouth and everything about her felt so fucking good. I should stop. I should pull back before I was done, but here she was, giving me exactly what I wanted. And she was getting off on it. Like I was the one going down on her.

So, there was no way of stopping. Not as I fucked her mouth. Not after she’d begged me to.

“Close,” I ground out. “God, you feel good.”

And then my climax hit mercilessly, pouring out of me and deep down the back of her throat. She gagged once around me and then pulled back to swallow reflexively.

“Holy fuck.” My eyes were closed, and I leaned back against the couch, panting. “Holy fuck.”

“Yeah,” she said softly. Tears glistened under her eyes, and she swiped at them.

“Are you okay?” I asked automatically. I hadn’t wanted to hurt her.

She responded by stripping out of her sweats and thong. She dropped the sweats but handed me her underwear. They were soaking wet.

“Fuck,” I said, my dick responding already. What the fuck was going on? I usually needed more rebound time than that. But I was already getting hard again. As if just the thought of her getting wet while giving me a blow job was too irresistible. “Come here.”


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