Hooked Up: Book 3 by Arianne Richmonde Read Free Book Online

yes. Oh yes .
    I could hardly speak, but burbled, “Yes, I’m over it. At least you override any hang-ups I have. You . . . ” His movements were doing things to my brain, I could barely get the words out . . . “You are different. You . . . oh, God, I need you, Alexandre.”
    He slammed himself all the way in, brutally. “I know you do. And I need you to need me. Are you done with your lesbian fantasy, too?”
    “No, I’ll never be done with lesbian fantasies,” I teased, knowing that would turn him on.
    His growl was deep with appreciation with what I’d just said. “Tell me . . . tell me, baby, what you did with Alessandra,” he asked, gyrating his hips again. I could feel how thick he was getting, feel him spreading inside me even more, filling my walls.
    “I kissed a girl and I liked it.”
    “Oh yeah . . . tell me more.”
    I raised my butt up a touch so he was in even deeper. “She licked her tongue in between my legs . . . she made me come.”
    “Like I’m coming now, baby. Oh fuck this is intense!” He slammed himself hard up inside me, and a scalding rush of cum shot into my womb, profound and powerful. Then he thrust again and I sensed another charge of semen burst deep within me. “Aah,” he was moaning and crying out. “Jesus, Pearl, only you can do this to me. Fuck!” He was groaning as if in pain.
    We remained like that for a good five minutes and then he pulled out, very slowly. I lay there, still doubled up, my butt in the air. There was a marsh between my legs, seeping everywhere. Slowly, I stretched myself out, but Alexandre’s arms were wrapped around me, so I couldn’t escape.
    He stroked me gently, running his fingertips along the curve of my ass. I was no longer being devoured, but savored. “Your skin is so soft and flawless, Pearl, so beautiful. You’re intoxicating . . . really . . . I just can’t get enough of you.”
    He pressed his muscular thigh into my crotch, and I moved myself gently up and down. At first it felt like a small comfort after being ravaged by him, but as I rubbed myself languorously back and forth on his muscular leg I felt desire building up again until it reached a new crescendo—another climax shuddered through me. I felt his semen hot between my satiated thighs as we both fell into a deep sleep, entwined in each other’s arms.
    Several hours later, my eyes sprang open. Alexandre was still fast asleep, but my own worry and angst woke me. Trickles of dawn light made the darkness fade, but it must have still been very early. Am I insane? Nothing was resolved last night! Nothing. The fact that Laura lied to me about Sophie, telling her she wanted to “top me off” –the fact that Alexandre must have told her about my naughty tryst with Alessandra (because nobody else knew except for Alessandra herself)—was all registering in my slow, sex-numbed brain. He really had “fucked my brains out.” Duh! As usual, Pearl Robinson had jumped into the flames without wearing a fireproof vest.
    How did Laura have that information about me? Because that bastard, who’s lying beside me now, must have shared it with her, despite his denial. He deserves an Oscar.
    I observed him as his breath rose and fell, his pecs strong and firm, the V of his sexy torso ending with his sex tool that he’d used to make me weak. Anger flooded through me, more at myself than with him. Why did I let him have his way with me last night without talking things properly through?
    I got up and tiptoed to the bathroom. That’s right! My suitcase was still outside the door (I hoped) –everything was dropped (including my mind) when I saw his green gaze and his drop-dead gorgeous body, which had broken into my apartment, no less! Pearl Robinson, you are a disaster!
    I peed and washed my hands before going to find my abandoned case, which I wheeled inside. I went back to the bathroom and ran the shower faucet. So preoccupied was I last night with the vision of