Sweet & Spicy (Sweet Water #1) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Contemporary Tags Authors: Series: Sweet Water Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 66
Estimated words: 62783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 314(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
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I trailed my fingers over a couple of tattoos scrawled over his chest, the black whorls of ink a beautiful kind of abstract artwork. I replaced the exploration with my mouth, kissing my way down his chest, the hard ridges of his abdomen, until I hooked my fingers in his black boxer-briefs and slid them down his legs.

Holy. Shit.

My entire body flushed with anticipation at the sight of his cock springing free of the material. He was big, so big I knew it would hurt so damn good before I adjusted to him.

“James,” I said, my lips parting. We had only ever done PG-13 stuff when we were teenagers, so I had no idea what I was in store for here. This…wow.

I wrapped my fingers around his cock, delighting in the warm silkiness as I stroked him up and down. He hissed, lifting his hips to rock into my hand, and I lowered my head, smiling up at him before I flicked my tongue over his head.

“Fuck,” he groaned, arching his head back against the pillows.

I trailed my tongue up and down his shaft before sucking the tip of his cock into my mouth.

“Anne,” he growled as I sucked and pumped him at the same time.

He was far too big to take all the way in, but I did my best as I bobbed up and down on him. A little thrill burst down my spine at every sound he made, every clench of his muscles as I did my best to show him how much he meant to me, to show him I wanted him just as much as he wanted me.

“Fuck, baby,” he said, his fingers flying to my hair as I upped my pace, humming slightly around him in response. “I need you up here,” he said, if not demanded as he gently tugged at my hair.

I drew back, licking my lips as I crawled up his delicious body to settle over him. I stayed up on my knees, straddling him just enough that I could grip him between us. “You need me here?” I asked, my voice emboldened by the position I was in. I dragged his slick head through my heat, rewarded by his groan.

“Fuck,” he said, gripping my hips. “Yes. Do that again.”

I did. Over and over, I slid him between my legs without actually taking him in, working us up so hard and fast sweat glistened on our bodies.

“Goddamn, Anne,” he said. “You’re amazing.” In one quick movement, he hauled me around, switching our positions in a blink.

My spine kissed the mattress, and he leaned over to his nightstand, rolling a condom on faster than I could catch my breath. He settled between my thighs, holding himself up with one arm by my head, the other massaging my hip.

“Are you sure?” he asked, and I melted a little more.

“Absolutely,” I said, and rolled my hips against him for good measure.

His eyes shuttered before he slanted his mouth over mine, kissing me, the taste of me still coating his tongue.

Slowly, he guided himself to my heat, inching in just a bit.

I moaned, gripping his back, my heart racing. I was so sensitive, so stretched out with need I knew it was only going to be seconds before I came again. He did that to me. Walked me right up to the edge only to dance with me there like we had all the time in the world. It made me ultra-sensitive to every single move he made, every worshiping touch or claiming kiss.

“How’s this?” he asked, sinking in another inch, going slow to give my body time to adjust to the size of him.

“God, yes,” I answered, urging him in farther by hooking a leg around his lower back.

“Fuck, baby,” he said. “I’m trying to go slow.”

I reached up and kissed him, sucking his bottom lip into my mouth before releasing it. “I don’t need you to go slow. I need you to fuck me.”

He trembled above me. “So demanding.” He smirked, sliding an arm beneath my lower back, hauling my hips up higher so he could slide in at a deeper angle until he bottomed out inside me.

“James,” I moaned, arching against him. God, he felt good. All hard heat inside me, filling me and stretching me in the best possible way. “Yes.” I rolled my hips, taking liberties from the angle he held me in, rocking against him while he held absolutely still.

“God, you feel good,” I said, clinging to him as I chased my pleasure, feeling it build and swirl inside me until I could almost taste it.

He pulled all the way out only to glide right in again. “You feel amazing,” he said, doing it over again. “All slick and hot for me.”

My breath hitched, every pump from him at that angle driving me closer and closer to release. He drew back enough to look down between us, his eyes flaring at where we connected only to return focus to me.


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