Dead End: Midnight Hollow Penn Cassidy (good books to read in english TXT) 📖

too much.” I sagged in his strong arms, feeling like everything was going to collapse in on me. The gravity of our situation was beginning to hit home. Something about reading those words in that ancient tome made all of this so fucking real.

“Fuck it,” he growled, sounding strangely relieved and possessive. I barely parted my lips to question him when his lips captured mine.

At first, he was almost hesitant as our lips grazed. His body was very still and cautious, almost as if he couldn’t believe he’d made the first move. But the second I allowed my tongue to swipe his lower lip, he snapped like a rubber band and went in for the kill. He kissed my—no, he devoured my mouth with a hunger that had me reaching for more.

I gripped his blond locks in my curled fingers, trying to draw him even closer, and felt his hard length grinding against my thigh. My pulse raced, and I throbbed for him in places that hadn’t been touched in a long time. He suddenly reached down, grabbed the backs of my thighs, lifted me up, and pushed me against the rough wood of the bookcase, leaving me gasping. Books fell around us as he dug his nails into the shelf above my head and held onto me with his other hand right under my ass. He was in perfect control of my movements, forcing my hips up and down, rolling along his thick cock straining beneath his jeans.

“Tell me to stop, October,” he hissed under his breath, forehead against mine. “Tell me…” He struggled to get the command out before biting down on my bottom lip when I didn’t respond in time.

“P-please, Freddy,” I whimpered. “I need to feel.” My voice came out strangled and breathy.

I knew we shouldn’t be doing this in a darkened corner of a public bookshop, but dammit, it was like waking up from a dream—no, a nightmare, and getting what you’d been missing and craving all this time. He groaned, placing love bites on my neck and biting down harder against the tender flesh, right between the soft tissue where my neck and shoulder met.

I could tell he was struggling to hold himself back. The look in his eyes said he was ready to fuck me right here and now, but instead, he whispered, “Not like this, not here.” I went to argue, my need too strong to contain, but he stopped me with a kiss, whispering again against my lips, “But I’ll give you what you need. This is all about you.”

He dipped his hand between us, skimming his fingers up the inner part of my thigh, teasing back and forth before slowly moving in the direction I wanted him. His calloused palm covered my pussy, and I squirmed against the friction. I held my breath as he ran his fingers over the edge of my black stockings attached to my garter belt. His lips curled in an animalistic snarl, and something like a growl fell from his lips.

Freddy tore the fabric of my small thong with ease, leaving me bare and open under his heated gaze as he drew his upper body away. My hands were franic, needing to touch him back. The soft material of his shirt was beginning to drive me crazy, so I grasped the labels of his plaid button down and ripped it open, sending buttons scattering everywhere.

Our kiss was like two waves crashing together. There was a force between us that seemed to build and heat with every swipe of our tongues, demanding control. He ground the heel of his palm over my soaking core, and I leaned forward, biting down on his bicep over his shirtsleeve to stay quiet. I could hear the comings and goings of people and activity in the front of the store.

“Are you going to let me play with this pretty as fuck pussy?” he whispered against the shell of my ear, circling my clit with his middle finger leisurely as I panted in a heated mess against the side of his bicep.

By now, my eyes were starting to roll back in my head, and I could already feel the scalding hot sensation crawling up my thighs from the need to come.

“Just touch me, I need…” I lifted my head and grabbed the back of his neck to pull his lips down to mine, slanting slightly until there was barely any space between us. “I need you to make me come,” I breathed out hotly against his lips, barely touching.

He didn’t waste any more time, gliding his two fingers into my pussy before slowly withdrawing as his tongue stroked against mine. The way he kissed me, I knew he was mimicking the way he’d lick my clit when he got the chance. The thought sent strikes of pleasure and anticipation zinging through my body.

Just when I was about to start begging on my knees for him to go faster, his fingers curled inside me, and he pulled back to watch my face. He smirked wickedly, those green eyes swirling with need that matched my own. I bit my lip to hold back a moan as he sped up, using my juices to swirl the pad of his fingers around my swollen clit. Then, in a move so fast I almost lost my mind, he moved his fingers in and out harder and faster until I was riding his hand, chasing my orgasm.

“You’re close, aren’t you, October?” he whispered, his voice lower than I’d ever heard him. It rumbled like an animalistic growl. “Come for me, baby,” he demanded, his eyes flashing colors so fast, I almost missed it—yellow, like a full harvest moon, before turning back to a deep forest green.

He moved his hand faster as his thumb started circling my clit, which left me seeing stars. Ecstasy crashed over me, taking me for a ride as I came all over his fingers. He groaned in pained need as he watched me