Goner Read Online Fiona Cole

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Novella, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16504 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
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Speaking of, I glanced to Ian, gauging his reaction to me watching the show, but his eyes never left his wife. He mentioned tonight was a special night for Carina, but I hadn’t known the details.

Carina wove her arms around Amara, brushing her fingers through the long dark curtain of hair draped down her back.

“I thought the customers weren’t allowed to touch the performers,” I uttered to Ian.

“The owners have a soft spot for Carina, so when she said she wanted to make me watch her play with a woman, they made it happen.”

“Fuck,” I breathed. For the first time, I understood why Ian pushed for everyone to be in the same marital bliss. I never wanted to settle down, but I’m sure a woman like Carina could even make a priest leave his position.

Even still, with the two coiled around each other and no space between their swaying bodies, I couldn’t look away from Amara. I raked my gaze over her long, lean limbs—her petite frame and full breasts. Fuck me, her breasts were what men dreamed of—what I dreamed of. As soon as I saw her, I wanted to command her to come with me so I could finish what we started. I’d tell her to open her mouth and wrap those full, ruby lips around my head when I finally came.

I barely breathed through the first song of their dance, impatient to find out how far Carina would go. What did Ian really mean when he said she wanted to play with a woman. Only seconds into the next song, I found out.

Carina unraveled her arms from around Amara’s neck. One dropped to Amara’s thigh. Her finger glided up the firm line of her leg, almost like a tease. I was so entranced, on the edge of begging her to push it up her skirt, that I almost missed Carina’s other hand stroking along Amara’s collarbone before dipping between her breasts. Her fingers deftly tugged at the white ribbon of her top as she kissed her way down her neck.

Amara tipped her head back, exposing the elegant neck I imagined bulging from my cock in her throat. Her plush lips parted, and her brow furrowed. I didn’t know where to look first. I wanted to watch Amara’s face transform from pleasure, but the way Carina’s arm flexed had me dropping my attention to find her hand had vanished under Amara’s skirt. Her breath hitched, and I imagined Carina’s fingers gently brushing against her swollen, wet clit.

“Yes. Do it.”

The breathy plea urged my gaze up just in time to watch Carina gently tug the flimsy material of Amara’s top aside. Just enough to expose her nipple. The two women never looked away from each other as Carina dropped her head and flicked her tongue against the hard tip.

“Yeah, baby,” Ian encouraged.

I barely heard it because as soon as Carina closed her eyes, Amara’s deep brown eyes locked on mine—holding me in place. Her tongue slid across her lip only to be replaced by her teeth, trying to hold back her soft whimpers. Even when her lids slid closed for a long blink, I never looked away. Even when she fell back to lean against the table, and Carina kissed up and down her neck and back to her breasts, I couldn’t.

Her breathing worked harder—faster, and I had to clench the leather arm of the couch to stay put when all I wanted to do was shove Carina aside and give Amara more—to give her everything she denied me.

I wanted to rip her whole damn outfit off and feast on her breasts.

I wanted to bite her nipples until they were swollen and red, just for me.

I wanted to wrap my hand around her slim throat and hold her in place while I roughly fucked three fingers into her tight little cunt.

I wanted her cum to drip down my hand and use it as lube to jack myself off.

Amara’s jaw dropped open over a quiet whimper as her body trembled from her orgasm.

I wanted to make her scream.

My cock pulsed with an uncomfortable desire only she could ease.

Usually, I didn’t care if I had a woman. I could take it or leave it and just wait for one of the many other options to come along. But electric currents sparked through my veins, racing my heart into overdrive—like if I didn’t have her, I’d die.

I rubbed at my chest, knowing that there was no leaving Amara again. Not until I truly had her.

Carina pulled her hand out from Amara’s skirt. My mouth watered, seeing all the sweet cum coating her fingers.

Not even bothering to look my way, she turned to Ian. “Want a taste?”

He looked about as on edge as me but did nothing to hide the wild glint in his eyes when he looked at his wife. “The only pussy I want to eat is yours.”


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