Texting My Dad’s Best Friend Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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“You…as well?” I murmur.

He smirks. “You’re so beautifully shy, Brooke. Yeah, me as well.”

We undress in front of each other, slowly removing our clothes, keeping our gazes on each other all the while. There’s a burning tension in each piece of removed clothing until we’re standing there naked.

I gasp as I stare at his huge, hard cock, remembering how massive he felt between my breasts, knowing he’ll feel so much bigger when he’s pushed deep inside of me.

“Come here,” he whispers. “You’re so, so beautiful.”

We move toward each other, pressing our naked bodies closer, the coolness of the night offset by the fire blazing through our flesh.

The night is quiet, and no one is around. It’s way past midnight. Everybody’s asleep.

What if….

But when he steps away and starts gathering our clothes, making a soft bed from them, I can’t think about the ifs.

Only this moment, what’s about to happen.

“Don’t be nervous,” he whispers, returning to me, kissing my neck, and then lowering to my breasts.

He snarls as he pushes them together, sucking my nipples, his hand gliding up between my thighs and pawing at the wetness there. The sensations combine, my nipples tingling, my sex aching, as my hands claw at his back and I dig my fingernails into his firm muscles.

His finger slips inside of me again, pushing deeper this time, my pussy making wet noises as he begins to pump it in and out. And all the while he’s suckling my nipples, massaging my breasts, grabbing them fiercely, letting me know with his touch nobody else will ever be with me this way.

I moan as he does it faster, faster, and then he steps away, shuddering all over.

“Lie down, Brooke,” he says huskily. “I need you so badly. I need to feel your tight virgin slit.”

“What about….”

I wonder if this is a delaying tactic, a way to handle the nerves beginning to bubble from deep inside of me.

“Brooke?”

I nod to his cock, so huge, the tip shining with precome. My lips tingle, my mouth, and my sex, as if getting me ready for both things.

“Do you want me to….”

His eyes widen in savage recognition, then his lip twitches. “I wasn’t going to ask. It’s your first time. You don’t have to, Brooke. But yeah, I’d love to feel your lips around my cock. I’d love it if you got it good and wet for your tight needy pussy.”

I make a whining noise, lowering myself to my knees, and stare up at him. The moon is right behind his head, hanging in the sky, the only observer of our actions.

The trees are silent. The island is sleeping.

Reaching up, I wrap my hand around his base, taking pleasure in the grunting noise of desire he makes.

It’s like giving him something to moan about gives me something to moan about.

“What do I do?” I whisper as I bring my mouth toward his huge dick.

“Whatever you can,” he says gruffly. “This isn’t a performance. Just you…your hand, your mouth…it’s everything I want. You’re everything I want.”

His words bolster me.

I move my face close to his cock, then open my mouth widely, taking in his tip. Precome slides over my tongue, salty and welcome as my core cries out for it, demands more, demands everything.

My hand moves up and down his base. His groans drive me, the pleasure shivering in his voice. It makes my pussy even wetter, more tingles spawning as I bob my head up and down.

He moans as his hands softly move through my hair. He isn’t pushing my head down, more telling me how much he’s enjoying it, caressing me tenderly as I suck deeper.

Then he makes an even deeper moaning noise, with something like a command in it, and I don’t even have to ask what he means.

Wordlessly, I lie back on the makeshift bed, the clothes soft against my back, the sand soft beneath that.

He kneels down and looms over me, his cock in his hand, soaked with my spit.

My breath comes fast as he leans down, propping himself up with one hand.

With the other, he guides his huge helm to my clit, pressing against it, sliding it up and down over and over.

I whimper, biting down, and he makes a savage, growling noise.

It’s like he’s on the edge. It’s like his seed is burning to be inside of me.

“You horny thing,” he says, awe in his voice. “Are you going to cream if I keep doing this? Is your tight virgin slit going to get even wetter?”

I moan, nodding, and he keeps on.

He moves his cock up and down, sometimes getting so close that I’m sure he will slip inside.

But then he moves back up, returning to my clit, until I can’t take it anymore.

The orgasm rocks through me, causing my eyes to snap closed at the same moment as my mouth as I try to trap the scream. It’s desperate to escape, wake the whole island up, and let everybody know this is my man, and there’s nothing bad about the pleasure we’re sharing.


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