The Charmer (The Vers Podcast #4) Read Online Riley Hart

Categories Genre: Contemporary, M-M Romance Tags Authors: Series: The Vers Podcast Series by Riley Hart
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Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79308 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
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“Mmm, you’re taking my big, fat cock so well. Does it feel good?”

“Yesssss.”

It felt good for me too. Better than good. Indescribable. His hole was so tight and hot and made for my cock.

I snapped my hips forward, burying myself inside. Corbin said my name as I pumped my hips, filling him over and over with my cock. Every time I pressed in, he sucked in a breath, out he released one, matching my movements and fisting his hand in the pillow.

I could drown in the sensation of his body and never want to emerge again.

I stayed inside him while wrapping an arm around Corbin’s waist and pulling him up so he knelt, his back flush against my chest. My arms were around him, one hand stroking his cock, the other pinching his pebbled nipples.

“Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop,” Corbin begged.

Could we stay here like this forever? I could find a way to make it work.

I railed into him, this mixture of fucking and making love—hell, fucking was making love when you felt the way we did. I could sense when Corbin was close, felt when his body tightened, heard when his breathing changed.

“Fuck, I’m gonna shoot!” he said, right before his hole squeezed me and hot, slick cum slid through my fingers. He emptied his balls just as mine drew up and drained into the condom.

“Hold me, CB,” Corbin said, working his way into my arms.

I threw the condom on the floor, not giving a fuck about the mess, then did exactly as he said.

“You asked me once not to give up on you, and I have something to ask you too. Don’t just walk away from me. If things start to change for you, talk to me. I don’t know what I would do if you just walked away.”

“Never. I would never.” Corbin pressed his lips to mine.

I would never ever stop holding Corbin if I could.

CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

Corbin

“We should play murder, fuck, kill about each other,” I teased the next Sunday as we were recording The Vers in Marcus’s studio. Afterward, Spencer would be coming over to get to know the guys, and they’d all celebrate me for my birthday. I loved to be celebrated, so I was down with that plan. Plus, Spencer was in love with me, so there wasn’t much of anything that could dim my mood lately. It wasn’t always easy for me to believe he loved me, but that was my brain and nothing he did.

“Murder and killing are the same thing.” Declan swatted the back of my head playfully.

“Shit. Is that what I said?” I laughed. “I didn’t even notice. Marry, fuck, kill, then.”

“We’re not playing that about each other, kid,” Marcus complained.

“Do you ever get tired of being so boring? Or are you so boring and lack the ability to have any fun to such an extent that you don’t even realize it?”

Parker and Declan both busted into laughter at my antics. Marcus flipped me off and then smacked me on the back of the head.

“Why is everyone so violent today?” I pouted. “Or…what’s a spin we can play on this game about your significant others? No murder because I don’t want to kill any of them.”

“Oh, but you’d want to kill us?” Parker asked.

“I mean, only sometimes.” Now all four of us laughed. God, I loved them, and now…now I loved someone who wasn’t them too. Yes, I was obsessing about this whole love-and-boyfriend thing, but could you blame me? I’d not only thought I’d never want this, but I hadn’t thought anyone would ever want it with me, and now I had a man who knew all my secrets, who held me each night, and researched therapists with me, and offered to take time off to bring me to my first appointment. He’d even said he was going to look for someone he could talk to as well because he wanted to be as supportive as possible and didn’t want to accidentally do something that would be counterproductive for me. Talk about fucking swoon.

“How about we answer questions instead?” Marcus said, and I shrugged.

“If you have no problem being boring, then I guess it shouldn’t bother me that you are either.” I winked, and Marcus tugged me closer and kissed my temple.

I cuddled into him, and it was great because it was Marcus, my best friend. My strictly platonic person, but I was now used to the softness of being against Spencer’s body. The way it felt like I could be completely wrapped up in him and never ever have to come out. Would he care if Marcus and I were like this? I couldn’t make a relationship work with someone who was jealous of what I had with the men in this room. So many fears tried to steal my happiness, but I pushed them away. I knew Spencer. He wasn’t the jealous type. He was too confident in who he was. He would never try to deny me these men or what we gave each other.


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