Fearless Like Us (Like Us #9) Read Online Krista Ritchie, Becca Ritchie

Categories Genre: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance Tags Authors: , Series: Like Us Series by Krista Ritchie
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Total pages in book: 170
Estimated words: 168980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 845(@200wpm)___ 676(@250wpm)___ 563(@300wpm)
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“Yeah.” Her breasts push up higher with her lungs. “A lot more recently.” She squirms under me.

Blood pumps into my dick. Hardening, I breathe through my nose, and Sulli continues, “I’ve thought about being naked in your gym…and you doing what you want to me. Taking me…”

“Like Blue Lagoon,” I tease.

She makes a face like I’ve dissed the pinnacle of cinema. “Kits—” Her own gasp cuts her off because I’ve reached down and pushed aside her panties. Two of my fingers circle her clit, and she writhes again at the new friction and sensitivity. “Holy fuck.”

Her breathing is all over the place.

I stop touching to pin her arms up again, and as my lips meld against hers, she tries to buck into me. I grind down, thrusting forward. My shorts and her panties separate us, but the illusion is magma in my veins. And Sulli’s eyes nearly roll.

“Fuck, fuck,” she cries. “Kits, can you…I need…” She tries to reach down and move her panties, but I keep her arms braced.

“Not yet,” I breathe, our eyes meeting with headiness. “I’m going to make you feel good, Sulli. Just like you’ve imagined.” I lean down more and whisper against her ear, “You feel me? I’m going to slip my cock inside you and drag each inch in and out so slowly, until you forget what day it is. How does that sound?”

“Fuck me,” she cries. “Please.”

I smile. “Lady Meadows, language.”

“Kits.” She digs up into me.

I cup her breast. “You have beautiful tits, Sul.”

She smiles into a breathy sound. “Sir Kitsuwon, language.”

Our smiles weld in a kiss, and I slip off my shorts and underwear. I taste her excitement, her lust and love, and I crave to be closer. To be deep. To forget all worries and stresses and torments. To just be one with her.

While I root her arms above her, I stretch her legs further open, and I whisper against her lips, “Don’t forget to breathe.” I pull the fabric of her panties aside, not taking them completely off her, and I tease a finger into her heat.

She doesn’t just feel soaked. She feels swollen. Aching.

Her legs vibrate. “Kits.”

I arch my waist forward into Sulli, driving my erection between her legs. Her wetness. The warmth and tightness wrap around me, and I flex my muscles as she contracts.

Pulsing.

Pulsing.

“Kits,” she cries, wriggling in my hold.

I thrust, dragging my cock in and out like I promised. She gasps into a softer moan, “Fuck.” The hypnotic tempo lights up my core.

Sullivan Minnie Meadows.

The girl I dedicated my life to protect.

I have her bare under me, and I’m fucking her with deep, long strokes. And I almost can’t believe we’re here. Together.

I’m hanging on to her. Don’t go anywhere, Sulli. And I wonder what it’d take for this to implode. Because I would lose every company, every business—even my gym—if it meant that I still have her this close, this intimate, this soul-bearing and deep.

This’ll last.

Us.

Together.

It has to.

I go slow but lift her leg higher. I enter further.

“Holy fuck,” she cries. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” Tears crest her eyes. “Akara—Kits, it’s…I can’t…” She jerks in my hands.

I let go of her wrists just to see what she’ll do.

She covers her face.

“Sulli,” I whisper, still rocking in and out. “Give me.”

I grasp her wrists again, prying her hands off her face. Her hips buck up into me. The sensation strikes my brain. Fudge-it. Ah.

I blink back stars, and I grind further inside Sulli. With two more pumps, she comes in a high-pitched cry, and I hold her against me while her breath comes down.

“Was that good for you?” she asks.

“Understatement,” I smile and gently pull out.

“You didn’t come, though?”

“Because I wasn’t wearing a condom. And I’m not ready for a literal mini-Meadows to be running around here.”

“Me either.” She eyes my dick. “You want me to blow you?”

I smile at her reddened cheeks, but her words are a fist jerking me off. “Another time.” I reach for my shorts. “I just really wanted to get you off, Sul.”

“What if I want to get you off?”

My smile grows.

Before I can answer, she says, “You can come on me.”

The heat in the room kicks up at her words. My dick still throbs, wanting a release, and she must clearly see that.

“Please,” she begs.

That does me in. I start fisting myself, and she watches with a heady gaze, lips parted. She tries to reach down, and with my free hand, I clasp her wrist in mine. A whimper catches at the back of her throat and tips me over. Everything that has mounted meets a combustible peak and I come on her chest.

She’s grinning like I just gave her a bouquet of roses. I love her.

Breathing heavier, I pick up a nearby gym towel and wipe her up. “I’m going to have to tell Banks about this,” I mention. “We agreed to be honest with each other.”


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