The Pretend Boyfriend 2 (Inhumanly Handsome, Humanly Flawed Alpha Male Erotic Romance) Read Online Free

you to beg for it.” He places both his hands on her inner thighs and parts them.
    “Please, please, please, please,” she says.
    “Please what? I want to hear you say it.”
    “Please . . . lick me.”
    “Lick what?” He knows she doesn’t quite like to get graphic, and she knows it gives him a rise when she does.
    A shudder passes through her. “Lick my clitoris.”
    “And what toppings would you like on it?”
    Oh. A blush heats her cheeks. She doesn’t reply.
    “Rocky Road?” he suggests, showing her the tub.
    He doesn’t wait for her assent. His finger scoops up a generous load of Rocky Road ice-cream and he pauses between her open legs. She’s frankly unnerved when he gazes at her revealed pussy like this – as if he wants to devour her.
    He licks his lower lip as he dribbles half-melted ice-cream onto her pussy. The first drop strikes the hood of her clit, and the sensation is electric – like a chip of ice upon her hot, hot flesh. She claws the table top, her whole body tense . . . waiting.
    He dabs more ice-cream onto her pussy, until the part of her clit that is visible to him is all covered with it. Cold liquid worms into the recesses between her labia, and her womb contracts for the exquisiteness of it. He prizes open her nether lips so that he can pool more ice-cream into her hidden flesh. Her hands flutter to stop him – and yet she doesn’t want him to stop.
    It’s too overwhelming – this intimate freezing of her most secret places.
    She moans. Her hands come down to clutch his hair. She grabs tufts of its rich, tawny texture. He lowers his face to her creamed pussy – doubly creamed in both ways – and tongues her sticky flesh. He licks her and slathers her and makes little oscillations all around her clit and pussy lips, until she is writhing and arching her back and grinding her teeth and making little tortured noises in her throat. Her thighs are clenching to remain open because her natural instinct is to close them against too much pleasure.
    His ice-cream slicked fingers creep to her pussy hole. The lightning chill extends to her snug passageway as his fingers burrow inside. They plunge leisurely in and out of her, eliciting a fresh secretion of her own creams as he continues to lave the external parts of her genitalia with his wicked tongue.
    Her gasps become more torturous and her breathing becomes more labored. Her hips lift themselves off the table as he presses his mouth down on her clit. She’s cresting. Oh, how she is cresting. His teeth gently seize the wrinkled flesh in between them, and she comes violently under his mouth. The orgasm rips through her body, sending spasms throughout her entire musculature. All her nerve endings become inflamed.
    He holds her down as she shudders and shakes with the tides of pleasure rolling all over her. And she has scarcely recovered when he holds up a silver foil packet and tears it with his teeth.
    “Here, put it on me,” he says softly.
    She doesn’t think she has the strength. But she arouses herself anyway to sheath the slightly wet condom around his marvelous cock.
    He poises his body on top of her. Then he digs his entire right hand into a tub of mint ice-cream and slathers the creamy concoction all over his covered penis. He rubs his organ, making sure her eyes are upon it as it grows ever more tumescent.
    When he’s ready, he positions himself between her legs. His pupils are extremely dilated as he looks down upon her with obvious desire and need. His breathing is ragged as the tip of his cold cock nudges her well-creamed pussy hole.
    “You ready?” he says in a hoarse voice.
    She has been ready since the first time she saw him.
    He pushes himself in with a rush. The coldness of his rod contrasts vastly with the heat of his thrust. She cries out at the unexpected dichotomy.
    “You all right?” he asks.
    “Never better.”
    It’s true. She can gaze into his beautiful brown eyes forever – those orbs of molten