The Pact Read Online Suzanne Wright

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Contemporary, Erotic Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 190
Estimated words: 181992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 910(@200wpm)___ 728(@250wpm)___ 607(@300wpm)
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He lapped at the bite and then blew air over my now-wet skin. A little shudder rode my spine, and he let out a pleased hum. “Still so very sensitive there, I see.”

He kissed his way down my chest and licked along the slope of my breast. A breast he proceeded to lavish some serious attention on—squeezing, nipping, suckling, palming. And I very soon realized that his “I’m going to spend some time with these” comment had been no exaggeration.

He went hell for leather on both, and he didn’t rush; he went at his own lazy, sensual pace. When he wasn’t using his hands on my breasts, he was skating them over my ribs, stomach, arms, or thighs.

My nipples were soon so sensitive and tight they throbbed with pleasure/pain, which was right when he trailed kisses down my stomach. He explored my tattoo with his tongue before settling his attention on the skin around my belly button—licking, nipping, suckling.

Then he went lower still, until I felt the wash of his warm breath over my pussy.

Thank the good Lord.

He nuzzled me. “I remember your smell, your taste.”

The first swipe of his tongue lashed my clit. The second zigzagged over my folds. The third licked at my slit … and then I lost track as he got right down to business.

His fingers dug into the globes of my butt, holding me in place as he gorged. I sank under the thrashing waves of sensation. There was just so much.

Pleasure swam through my veins, arching my neck, making my thigh muscles quiver. Tension coiled low and deep—one that wound tighter when he wrapped his lips around my little bundle of nerves and suckled gently.

Shit, marrying him was worth it just for this. Seriously. He ate pussy like it was a delicacy he wanted to savor and relish.

I choked on a moan as the velvet softness of his tongue rasped over the entrance of my pussy. And then it was inside me. Stabbing deep, swirling around, flicking at my g-spot.

I grabbed at his hair as I rode the pulses of his tongue. He kept them shallow. On purpose. And it drove me nuts.

I gave his hair a demanding tug, letting him know that—

A hand sharply came down on my inner thigh.

I jumped with a gasp. The sting of his punishing slap radiated right to my core, and the tension within me snapped. I shattered, my head tipping back, my pussy rippling, a hoarse cry crawling up my throat.

Dax let out a speculative hum. “That answers my unspoken question.” He skulked up my body until he was once more blanketing me, his broad shoulders blocking my view so that all I saw was him.

Breathing through my fast-subsiding orgasm, I rapidly blinked. “What?” I asked, my voice a little raspy.

“I wanted to know if riding the edge of pain still gets you off. It turns out it does.” He reached down and wedged the thick head of his cock inside me.

Well, hello. I dug my fingers into his sides because, yeah, ow. Not that he was monstrously big, but I hadn’t had sex in months and he boasted some serious girth, so there was always at least a small burn.

He swept his hand along my outer thigh and palmed my butt. “Wrap me up.”

I curved my legs around his hips and glided my hands up his back to hook onto the backs of his shoulders.

“I remember fucking this pussy for the first time,” he said, grazing the rim of my ear with his lips. “You were tighter than anything I’ve ever felt. But you took every inch, even though it hurt you.” He began to slowly push inside me and groaned deep in his throat. “Still so snug.”

I bit my lip at the fiery burn that streaked up my core. “Wait, I need a second.”

“You can take it, we both know you can. Just a little more …” He sank deeper still, forging his way past swollen, stubborn muscles. Finally, he bottomed out. “There, that’s a good girl.”

Uncomfortably full, I shifted slightly … which only made him slide deeper inside me. Shit. It was both good and bad, both pleasure and pain.

He braced his elbows on the mattress. “Your hands. Give them to me.”

I pressed my palms to his, and we linked our fingers. He twisted my left hand slightly so he could get a good look at the rings there. An intensity gathered in the backs of his eyes like the beginnings of a storm. Those eyes flew to mine as he stretched my arms so far above my head I felt the wrench in my shoulders.

I hitched in a breath, my nipples tightening painfully, my inner muscles spasming around him.

Grinding his teeth, he reared back in a slow retreat. “I’ve been wanting to do this since you first walked into my office.” He started slamming into me, his hips furiously snapping forward. I felt the slap of his balls with every deliciously deep thrust.


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