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337 pages
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Chella joue le jeu de Taking Turns avec 3 hommes pour accepter sa sexualité.
Je n'ai jamais eu peur du noir... mais cela ne veut pas dire que je veux y vivre. Et peut-être que tout le monde veut ce qu'il ne peut avoir, mais j'aurai dû réfléchir avant d'accepter la clé et de dévérouillé la porte d'un monde interdit.
Numéro un est le plus silencieux. Il me regarde avec attention. Son regard ne vagabonde jamais. Son intérêt ne décline jamais.
Numéro deux est le plus gentil. Mais c'est l'autre côté de lui que je préfère. Le côté sauvage.
Numéro trois est le plus timide. Il refuse de franchir la ligne. Même quand je le supplie.
C'était charnel, c'était sensuel, et c'était érotique. C'était ça . C'était tout ce que c'était supposé être. Un voyage dans les ténèbres. Un coup d'oeil à l'interdit.
Je ne m'attendais pas à aimer ça.
Je n'ai jamais eu peur du noir... mais cela ne veut pas dire que je veux y vivre. Et peut-être que tout le monde veut ce qu'il ne peut avoir, mais j'aurai dû réfléchir avant d'accepter la clé et de dévérouillé la porte d'un monde interdit.
Numéro un est le plus silencieux. Il me regarde avec attention. Son regard ne vagabonde jamais. Son intérêt ne décline jamais.
Numéro deux est le plus gentil. Mais c'est l'autre côté de lui que je préfère. Le côté sauvage.
Numéro trois est le plus timide. Il refuse de franchir la ligne. Même quand je le supplie.
C'était charnel, c'était sensuel, et c'était érotique. C'était ça . C'était tout ce que c'était supposé être. Un voyage dans les ténèbres. Un coup d'oeil à l'interdit.
Je ne m'attendais pas à aimer ça.
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“You want it hard tonight?” I ask. “You want me to fuck you hard?” I grab her hair and pull, making her upper body lift up off the mattress. My other hand is digging into the flesh just below her hip.
I scoot back and reach under her thighs, drawing them up so she’s on her knees, and press her face into the pillow as I pound her from behind.
“Yeah,” I say, half speaking, half moaning. “You like it like this, don’t you? You let Bric fuck you like this all the time, don’t you?”
I reach around and smack her tit, which makes her yelp. A high-pitched yelp I’m not familiar with. For a second I think I’ve hurt her, and I slow down. But she backs up into me, covering my dick again. Burying it deep inside her. Everything is already so wet. She feels so goddamned good tonight.
“You fucking whore,” I say, letting go of her hair so she falls face-first back into the pillow. “You let Bric fuck you like this, Rochelle? You like the way he slaps you around? Hmm?”
Hell, I like the way Bric slaps her around. And as soon as that thought enters my head I laugh.
“Maybe we’ll do it rough next weekend. You want that? You want us to fuck you hard? Stick our dicks inside you at the same time?”
Another unfamiliar moan.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say, still kinda laughing. But then I let it go and just… fuck her. I grab onto her ass and do it hard. Pounding her with so much force, her head is inching closer and closer to the headboard of the bed.
I don’t stop when it finally makes it there. I just keep thrusting until the pounding is compounded by the headboard crashing into the wall.
She’s moaning. Close. So fucking close to coming. I reach underneath her body and strum her clit to the rhythm we’re making. She goes wild. Wild like I’ve never seen her before. Writhing, and moaning, and gasping for air.
I draw back, grab her hips, and flip her over, one hand pushing her head aside so her cheek is pressing into the pillow, the other one still playing with her pussy. I watch my dick as it slips in and out, just barely able to make it out in the dim, filtered light from outside.
I grab her hair, so fucking ready to come, and yank her head so she has to look at me. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t care. I press my hand over her mouth and close my eyes too. And then I spill inside her. Throwing my head back to let out a groan of relief.
Her legs are trembling from the exertion. Little spasms as she gasps for breath. I laugh a little as I roll off to the side and wrap my arms around her. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much for you tonight?”
No answer.
I bury my head into her neck and smell her hair.
“Did you get a new shampoo?” I ask. “You smell so different.”
No answer.
“You want a date with Bric on Sunday? Hmm? We can skip Smith if you want.” I kiss her neck and then pull back and open my eyes. Trying to get an idea if she’s up for this kind of fun. It’s been a while so I—
I blink my eyes. Three times, fast.
“Rochelle—”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m sorry—”
But I’m up and out of the bed, fisting her hair and pulling her with me. She drops to the floor, whimpering.
“I’m sorry,” she says again.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask. “Where the fuck is Rochelle?”
“You want it hard tonight?” I ask. “You want me to fuck you hard?” I grab her hair and pull, making her upper body lift up off the mattress. My other hand is digging into the flesh just below her hip.
I scoot back and reach under her thighs, drawing them up so she’s on her knees, and press her face into the pillow as I pound her from behind.
“Yeah,” I say, half speaking, half moaning. “You like it like this, don’t you? You let Bric fuck you like this all the time, don’t you?”
I reach around and smack her tit, which makes her yelp. A high-pitched yelp I’m not familiar with. For a second I think I’ve hurt her, and I slow down. But she backs up into me, covering my dick again. Burying it deep inside her. Everything is already so wet. She feels so goddamned good tonight.
“You fucking whore,” I say, letting go of her hair so she falls face-first back into the pillow. “You let Bric fuck you like this, Rochelle? You like the way he slaps you around? Hmm?”
Hell, I like the way Bric slaps her around. And as soon as that thought enters my head I laugh.
“Maybe we’ll do it rough next weekend. You want that? You want us to fuck you hard? Stick our dicks inside you at the same time?”
Another unfamiliar moan.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I say, still kinda laughing. But then I let it go and just… fuck her. I grab onto her ass and do it hard. Pounding her with so much force, her head is inching closer and closer to the headboard of the bed.
I don’t stop when it finally makes it there. I just keep thrusting until the pounding is compounded by the headboard crashing into the wall.
She’s moaning. Close. So fucking close to coming. I reach underneath her body and strum her clit to the rhythm we’re making. She goes wild. Wild like I’ve never seen her before. Writhing, and moaning, and gasping for air.
I draw back, grab her hips, and flip her over, one hand pushing her head aside so her cheek is pressing into the pillow, the other one still playing with her pussy. I watch my dick as it slips in and out, just barely able to make it out in the dim, filtered light from outside.
I grab her hair, so fucking ready to come, and yank her head so she has to look at me. Her eyes are closed, but I don’t care. I press my hand over her mouth and close my eyes too. And then I spill inside her. Throwing my head back to let out a groan of relief.
Her legs are trembling from the exertion. Little spasms as she gasps for breath. I laugh a little as I roll off to the side and wrap my arms around her. “What’s wrong, baby? Too much for you tonight?”
No answer.
I bury my head into her neck and smell her hair.
“Did you get a new shampoo?” I ask. “You smell so different.”
No answer.
“You want a date with Bric on Sunday? Hmm? We can skip Smith if you want.” I kiss her neck and then pull back and open my eyes. Trying to get an idea if she’s up for this kind of fun. It’s been a while so I—
I blink my eyes. Three times, fast.
“Rochelle—”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m sorry—”
But I’m up and out of the bed, fisting her hair and pulling her with me. She drops to the floor, whimpering.
“I’m sorry,” she says again.
“Who the fuck are you?” I ask. “Where the fuck is Rochelle?”
“I’m sorry,” she says. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
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J'ai vécu dans les ténèbres pendant trois ans. Tout mon monde tournait autour des caprices et du bonheur de trois hommes. C'était juste un voyage dans l'interdit. Une manière de sortir d'une mauvaise situation et de plonger dans le néant.
Quin, avec son sourire facile et son regard charmant. Il était toujours là pour moi... jusqu'à ce qu'il ne le soit plus.
Smith, et son attention impartiale. Il n'a jamais été là pour moi et il ne l'a jamais regretté.
Bric, celui qui écoute, mais seulement sur lui. the one who listened, but only to himself. Egoïste, nombriliste, ne servant que lui. Il n'a jamais été celui que je voulais.
Et maintenant il pourrait être le seul que j'ai quitté.
C'était bien le temps que cela a duré, j'imagine. Mais cela aurait pu être beaucoup plus. Cela aurait pu être meilleur. eT C'est pourquoi j'y retourne.
Quin, avec son sourire facile et son regard charmant. Il était toujours là pour moi... jusqu'à ce qu'il ne le soit plus.
Smith, et son attention impartiale. Il n'a jamais été là pour moi et il ne l'a jamais regretté.
Bric, celui qui écoute, mais seulement sur lui. the one who listened, but only to himself. Egoïste, nombriliste, ne servant que lui. Il n'a jamais été celui que je voulais.
Et maintenant il pourrait être le seul que j'ai quitté.
C'était bien le temps que cela a duré, j'imagine. Mais cela aurait pu être beaucoup plus. Cela aurait pu être meilleur. eT C'est pourquoi j'y retourne.
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JA Huss
JA Huss est un auteur de best-seller pour le New York Times et USA Today pour une vongtaine de romances. Elle aime les histoires à propos de la famille, de la loyauté et d'extraordinaires personnages qui luttet avec des éotions humaines basiques pendant qu'il gère les problèmes de leur vie. JA aime écrire avec des héros qui vous mettent en pamoison, des héroïnes qui vous rendent jaloux, et la parfaite Happy end.
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