Sweaty Summer Nights – Filthy Dirty Summer Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 66(@300wpm)
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My tongue eagerly pushes into her mouth as I kiss her deeply, stripping her naked and raking her soft, gorgeous body with my hungry hands.

“Christian,” she mews. “I’m sorry for everything…”

“Quiet,” I order her. “Now is not the time for that.”

I strip free of my clothes, take her by the hip, and flip her over onto her stomach. From this angle, her ass looks like the juiciest peach, and I just can’t resist. I bend right down and give her a tiny little love bite on the right cheek.

Kate squeals adorably and looks back at me, but I’m already mounting her, spreading her open, and slipping my crown into her soaking slit.

We gasp in unison as I enter her. Tight. Christ, she’s so fucking tight.

Using my knee, I spread her legs wide, then keep pressing in until I’m balls deep, every one of my inches buried deep inside.

Kate whimpers. Her body shakes, and her hands clutch the sheets as I start to rock inside her. Her slick walls grip me and hold tight. I wrap her in my arms, knowing deep in my heart that I’d do anything for her.

Sure, I’m thrilled I didn’t have to go to jail today, but I’d serve years for her if I had to.

“Fuck me, Daddy,” she purrs in my ear. Jesus, I’ve never had a girl call me that before—never even thought about it, but it turns me on beyond belief. It lights up paternal protective instincts in me I didn’t even know were there.

I will protect this girl until I have no more life left in me.

She is my treasure. I love her.

“You like it, don’t you?” I growl, my cock swelling to the point of no return.

“I love it,” she moans. “I need it. I need you.”

I twist her face to mine, holding her close as I pick up the pace. Her body is pinned beneath mine. I’m fucking her so hard now I wouldn’t be surprised if the bed frame cracked beneath us.

My balls are swollen with cum. My possessiveness for her is beyond anything I ever thought possible.

“God, I wish you weren’t on the pill,” I tell her. “I’d put a baby in you, Kate, and make you mine.”

“Oh, that’s so hot,” Kate groans, her pussy tightening down on my cock. “Everyone would be so angry. You turn me on so bad, Daddy.”

The image of pregnant Kate, my baby in her belly, fills my mind and drives me right up to the edge.

“You’re close, aren’t you? I can feel it.”

Kate nods, lustful desperation in her eyes. I brush the hair back from her forehead and kiss her.

“Let’s come together.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I flex my arms around her, tightening my grip around her tiny frame. The heat of my climax rockets up from my balls straight through my shaft as I unload my cum straight into her eager and ready cunt as my hips drive forward hard and deep, burying my cock as deep as it can possibly go.

Kate cries out, and I feel her walls clench down on my shaft as her climax rocks her too. Her body quivers, and I imagine she’s not on the pill. I imagine I’m unloading in her raw, getting her pregnant while an engagement ring sits on her finger—an engagement ring that’s been placed there by force.

I’ll make you mine, Kate, I think as spurt after spurt of my seed fires into her. I will not let you suffer by his side.

We come together, my hips grinding deep as I fill her up. Her sweet sex takes every last drop, and I collapse down on top of her, breathing deeply, my fingers gently stroking her hair.

“You’re just…you’re something else, mister,” Kate giggles. “You know that?”

I chuckle back and kiss her on the cheek. “Would you like some ice water?”

“I would love some ice water.”

We both sigh as I slip out of her. I can’t resist but giving her a little spank on the butt when I look down at her lying there. She giggles, and I grab a pair of shorts and head down to the kitchen to grab a glass. When I return, I find her in her panties kneeling at my most recent painting, a creative I did of the lake during a made-up meteor shower, which is leaning against the wall by the bathroom.

“Whose is this?” she asks, pointing.

“That? Oh, that’s mine.”

“You paint?” Kate asks inquisitively.

“I do it on the side when I’m not taking rich families out on boat rides.” I smile. “One day maybe I’ll be able to do it for a living.”

Kate pins me with a probing look, glances back at the painting, then back at me.

“Seriously? Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

I shrug. “Never had the chance, I guess.”

“This is really good, Christian,” she replies. “I mean…really good.”

I can feel myself starting to blush. I’m really not used to people complimenting my work in person, as up until now the only people who have seen it have been people online from me posting it on social media.


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