The Pucking Wrong Man (Pucking Wrong, #4)

by C.R. Jane

And fuck. I was hard. Not just hard, I had an erection that could cut glass. I was pretty sure that all the blood in my body was currently residing in my dick and that’s why I couldn’t think straight and I could pass out at any minute.

It was a life rule in general, you should never have an erection around someone named “Geraldine.” Especially the king of all erections. The record breaking, baseball-bat-sized, swing for the fences kind of erection.

Unfortunately, the three hundred followers she had were all men. So, I’d spent thirty minutes reporting all of them—and then reporting her account, too, because it was nothing but a thirst trap for horny assholes. We’d be having a discussion about privacy and who to accept as friends at a later date.

I mean, I was so interested in this girl I might as well have a neon sign over my head that said “pick me, choose me, love me,” like I was an intern on Grey’s Anatomy.

The way she looked when she fell...that flare of pain in her eyes. Should I go back there and insist I take her to the hospital to get checked out? The fall didn’t look too bad, but maybe it was worse than I thought? No, no. I couldn’t just fucking kidnap her. Yet.

“Let’s get something crystal clear, right now, baby girl. If I ever hear you talk about yourself like that again, I’m going to put you over my knee.”

Camden moaned against my lips, pressing his huge, hard length into my stomach as he ate at my mouth, deep, savoring licks, like he couldn’t get enough of my taste.

“You’re so tight. Your pussy is trying to pull my finger in. You’re going to choke my cock, baby. I might not survive,”

One thing was clear, I needed to up my game and save her from herself. Daddy was going to take care of his baby girl.

Lincoln was intense...like really intense. He glanced down at Monroe, and I was surprised we were all still dressed, that an orgy hadn’t broken out in the room because of the pheromones coming out of the two of them.

“I’m going to be your first and your last. I’ll be the only thing you crave after I’m done with you. You’re not even going to be able to look at another man because your body is going to know I’m the only one that can give it what it needs."

"You're going to be mine, baby. As soon as you bleed all over my dick, you're done. There's never going to be anyone else."

“I’ve never seen something as perfect as you, Anastasia. I’m not convinced any of this is real yet, because perfection like yours doesn’t seem possible.”

I mean, I wasn’t sure that he could wear boxers or briefs...I didn’t even know how he was wearing pants. How had that monster even fit in there?

“You’re doing so well, baby girl,” he soothed, his hand brushing off the tears that were slipping down my face. “You’re so tight, Anastasia, best thing I've ever felt. You’re literally choking my cock.”

“I love you like nothing I could have ever dreamed. I love your laugh, and your smile, and the way you care. I love how you light up every room you walk into. I’m obsessed with your body and your talent, and even the way you breathe. Everything you are, is everything I want, little dancer. Forever.”