I Could Never Read Online Penelope Ward

Categories Genre: Angst, Contemporary, Forbidden Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 88317 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 442(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
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“Take me,” I begged.

“I want to fuck you hard. Okay?”

Trembling, I nodded. “I want that, too.”

“Yeah?” He massaged my clit.

“Yes, please.”

“So polite.” He chuckled. “Lean your arms against the wall. You’re gonna need to hold on.”

Shaking with need, I did exactly as he said, planting both hands on the wet tile wall.

His hard dick was still right up against my ass cheeks but not penetrating me yet.

“I can’t wait to watch my cock moving in and out of you and come inside you again.”

He pushed into me without warning, hot and wet friction, the beautiful burn igniting a fire inside of me.

“I missed this, baby.” He groaned as he went balls deep. “So fucking much.”

“Me too.” I panted as my walls clenched around him.

“I don’t want to need you like this, but I do.” He pumped into me faster.

“It’s okay,” I gasped.

“I hate myself, but I fucking love this too much.” He pulled out and then thrust in harder. “You own me, Carly, but I don’t feel like you could ever be mine.”

Thrust.

“I am yours,” I mumbled. “I missed you so much, Josh.”

Thrust.

“I missed you, too, baby. Gonna so go to hell for this, but I don’t give a fuck right now. I need you too damn much. I’m done trying to pretend like I don’t.”

He circled my clit again as he moved in and out of me. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

“It doesn’t hurt. I can take it.”

His balls slapped against me as he took my words to heart. It had never been this intense, this beautifully rough.

He bit my shoulder lightly. “Carly…” His body spasmed as a rush of hot cum filled me. “Fuck, I can’t stop this. It’s too much. I had to come.”

My own climax soared through me a few seconds later, pulse after pulse of pure ecstasy shooting through my core until the rhythm of our movements tapered.

He fingered me after we came down from our orgasms. “I love feeling my cum inside of you.” Josh gently kissed my back and lingered behind me as I continued to lean against the wall, sated. “Love seeing it drip out of you even more,” he rasped.

Out of breath, I murmured, “Josh… I…”

“What, baby?”

“I don’t know what to do with you.”

“I know what you can do.” He turned me around and placed his forehead against mine. “Take me to bed, so we can do this again. Because I’m nowhere near done with you tonight.”

CHAPTER 33

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JOSH

I’D NEEDED TO stay in Chicago a little over two weeks.

The long drive back to New Hampshire was exhausting, but since I wanted to bring my car, I drove rather than flying. Let’s just say, that had given me a hell of a lot of time to think—mainly about the fact that I didn’t want Carly to leave. And I needed to let her know that without seeming like a selfish asshole. At the same time, asking her to stay would mean asking her to give up her life in California. It would also mean me committing to her in a way that would disregard my vow not to betray Brad.

In my heart, I knew I couldn’t stop the way I felt about her just because I thought I should. I would’ve given anything to have a real conversation with Brad about this, to truly know where he stood. But I’d never know, despite the fact that I’d prayed for him to send me a clue.

I had about five miles to go before arriving in Woodsboro. As I passed through the neighboring town of Shearborn, I noticed a sign in the distance.

St. Francis Abbey: Home of the Trappist Monks of St. Francis

It was a beautiful compound in the middle of a large, grassy field, set back atop a hill. With multiple buildings attached to one another, there was also a big cathedral off to the side. Wow. This was the place Wayne had donated all that money to. How had I never noticed this property in all of the years I’d lived in this area?

In a last-second decision, I stepped on the brakes and turned my car around, ultimately pulling into the parking lot of the monastery. This place had been a mystery to me since I’d found all the notepads at the house. I couldn’t understand why it had been so important to Wayne. Maybe it wasn’t about the monks, but rather what they could do for him. But he must’ve had his reasons for giving those donations.

When I rang the doorbell to the main entrance, a series of chimes rang out. A man dressed in a long, black cloak opened the door.

What the heck have I gotten myself into?

His voice was low and gentle. “May I help you?”

I blinked. “I’m not sure.”

“Are you in trouble?”

“No, no. I’m sorry.” I looked beyond his shoulder at a large religious statue Wayne had probably paid for in the otherwise empty vestibule. “I’m…just curious about this place. It meant a lot to someone who meant a lot to me.”


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