Beautiful Torment Read Online Paige Laurens (Beautiful #1)

Categories Genre: Chick Lit, Drama, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors: Series: Beautiful Series by Paige Laurens
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Total pages in book: 75
Estimated words: 71967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 360(@200wpm)___ 288(@250wpm)___ 240(@300wpm)
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“Undo your blouse,” he directs.

I get halfway down my stomach, unbuttoning, when he tells me to stop.

“That’s perfect. Now put your hands around my neck.”

I reach up and behind me, tugging lighting on his nape as he rests his chin on my shoulder. He finishes his song and his hands move from the piano to my knees, spreading them wider.

“There you go, nice and open for me,” his hands travel up my thighs at an agonizing leisurely pace until his palms are dangerously close to where I’m burning for him. It’s a slow torment that only makes me want him that much more.

He doesn’t stop where I want him to, continuing his trail to my stomach and into my shirt, pushing my bra aside until he’s cupping my breasts. His touch is soft at first, until he’s kneading them, all the way out to my erect nipple. He chuckles, giving them a light pinch, causing me to moan.

“You’ve gotten me hard again,” his voice is raspy and deep in my ear.

“Good,” I breathe as his pulls me closer, his hands moving back over my stomach before finally dipping into my leggings.

“What are you wearing under here?”

“Thong.”

“Shit.” He plunges one finger in me before pulling out, admiring the wetness, gliding it across my lips before sinking into my mouth. I suck, grazing my tongue over the pad. It tastes poignant and tangy, not at all sweet like him.

“You taste better,” I admit, and he chuckles.

“Oh, baby,” he’s still laughing. “Nothing tastes as good as you.”

He dips both hands back into my pants, the right settling on my upper thigh while his left finds me, one finger and then another - the fullness sending unbelievable tremors throughout my body.

“Mmm,” he pulls his fingers out again, this time placing them in his mouth, licking every last bit of my juices off, his other hand moving to take over.

He pinches my nipple before sinking back into my pants. His one hand still plunging into me slowly, in and out, while this one now plays with my clit.

“Oh god,” my cheek falls against his.

“There you go,” he coos.

“Faster, please,” I plead, building rapidly.

“I love how you beg me,” his voice vibrates his chest as he gives me the speed I want. “You ask with such need, as if I’d ever deny you.”

I’m lost, groaning and shaking.

“God the way you throb,” he whispers, his hands slowing, leisurely stroking me as I come down from my high. “Get on me.” He backs the piano bench away, giving me room to stand and wiggle out of my now drenched leggings.

“Fuck,” his voice is low as I start to remove my underwear too. I turn, watching as he squeezes himself while staring at my ass. “Leave those on,” he stops me from removing my thong, pulling me towards him using the string of my panties, playing with the fabric against my skin.

I close my eyes, his touch so firm yet so soft.

Always turning me on.

I start to sit on him, but he stops me. “No, face me,” his eyes bore into mine. “I want to see you.”

He takes a condom out of his pocket and eases it on, the bottom of my thong already moved to the side from when he fingered me.

I straddle him on the bench before sinking down, closing my eyes as he penetrates me, my pussy grasping around him, still so sensitive.

“Eyes open,” he smiles, his hands against my lower back, still playing with the barely-there silky fabric.

We’re staring, unmoving, his erection deep inside.

“You’re gorgeous,” he whispers.

Our mouths crash together simultaneously.

He cradles my face and our hips start moving, an unhurried, yet frenzied motion all the same. It’s like the time he was going slowly on purpose, acting so absurd after the first time we had sex. Except, while the pace is the same, everything else is different. This time, there’s more conviction than purpose, and it’s a thousand times more consuming. It’s uninhibited, and something about the way his eyes never leave mine makes me feel vulnerable. It’s as if he’s plucking my heart right out of my chest, for keeps, never to be returned ever again.

It doesn’t take long before an orgasm rips through the both of us, and I smile, noticing how I grab onto him, just like he says I do.

Our sluggish tempo doesn’t let up.

“I can feel you,” he embraces me. “Throbbing around me.”

“Yeah,” I nod, my voice airy, feeling it too. We’re still shaking as he continues to shove into me, only, instead of decreasing his speed he’s using even more force.

“Oh!” I whimper again, my fingers brushing his cheeks and under his eyes. The way he’s still thrusting, while he twitches and jerks, has me flying.

“Again?” He smirks and his hand moves between us, finding my most satisfying spot.


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