Glitch (Next Level, #1)

by Briana Michaels

For all the dirty minded, filthy mouthed, smut loving readers out there: May you always come so hard, your mind and body both GLITCH.

What a dedication. Chef's kiss. Sign me up.

I want to tell him it’s fine. That it’s just a game. That it doesn’t really matter because we can make a new world. But that’s not true. It’s not just a game, it’s his outlet. It matters to him.

Period. My sis and I were just talking about this kind of thing when I was home.

Because I can come five times without needing a break.

Holy hell. Can you say refractory period? Glitch can't. Shiver.

Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh. My. God. Glitch is hot, swoony, sexy, fire. Holy shit. HOLY. FUCKING. SHIT!

This was exactly my brain. Six-four. Tatted. Deep voice. Yes please.

I swear he could lure me into Hell, and I’d joyfully skip the whole way down.

Puuurrrrr

“Whatcha gonna do about it?” He drags his eyes down my body. “Fuck around and find out.” I’m on fire.

I TOO AM ON FIRE. I am ready to find out

Glitch makes it his goal to hook every bag around his arms because he refuses to make more than one trip, or let me help.

Second trips are for fucking quitters

We close in on each other. We’re going to kiss. I hold my breath. He leans in and his mouth almost brushes mine. Smack! I’m instantly reeling, my mouth wide open. “You spanked me!”

First spank before first kiss? Melt me. I am a puddle

Did she need someone to take care of her? I volunteer. Did she want someone to make sure all her needs were met? I. Vol. Un. Teer.

You're fucking hired

“Promise me something.” He buries a hand in my hair and brings me close to his mouth. “If you need me, you’ll tell me. Whatever it is, no matter the time of day or night, if you need me, you’ll tell me.”

Ugh this fucking SPECIMEN of a fictional man.

He smashes his mouth to mine, erasing every coherent thought from my head. I swear I’m floating. Blood rushes to my ears and I’m a little dizzy. Holy fuck, this man can kiss.

Kiss me stupid, complete. Fuck me stupid, next please.

I want to explore Ara. Learn her body. Memorize every squeak, whimper, groan, and sound she makes. I want her to come so many times, she can’t speak. I want her to fucking glitch.

Shivers down my spine. Yes please we love an attentive dominant man

I’ve never been edged before. I’ve tried to do it to myself, but I give in too easily.

Hard relate, girl

He sits back, reaches behind him, and pulls the t-shirt over his head.

Objectively the hottest way for a man to take off a shirt. Scientifically verified by me, a doctor lol

Holy fucking shit. Ara could likely suck my soul right out of my dick with her level of enthusiasm.

Slurp lol

“You want more?” Her eyes widen. She looks between us and sees I’m still fully hard. “You’re a machine,” she whispers. “I’m a hungry animal.”

A hungry hungry hippo. If hippos devoured pussy.

He lifts my chin with his finger. “I could have saved you from dating that twatwaffle Jason, though.”

Huh, I've always spelt is as two words: twat waffle

I give in and let him wash me and he even shaves my legs. It’s sensual and methodical. Just like Glitch.

That's a "no" from me, dawg. Couldn't be me letting a man shave my legs

I lay her down in the paint. It’s not so much that it’s a puddle, but there’s plenty for me to drag my fingers through and gather enough to smear on her thighs.

She is definitely getting paint in the vag. She def is going to get a UTI or BV

“There are no mistakes in art,” Ara chides. “It’s impossible to screw up.”

Love this