Intern For My Best Friend's Dad: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance, Flora Ferrari [best ereader for academics .txt] 📗

She giggles, nudging me in the side.

“Are you sure you’re a businessman and not a spy?”

I chuckle, but it comes out strangled and hungry. Her perfume washes over me and mixes with her just-Sophia scent, her womb lingering beneath it all, tempting me.

A primal part of me roars that I should just take her here, properly take her.

Even if she says she’s not ready, once she feels the engorged helm of my cock inch deeper and deeper into her untouched sex, she’ll open up for me and take everything I have to give.

But I meant what I said to her.

I want her to be ready.

I want it to be perfect.

The door clicks and opens inward, the automatic lights flicking on to reveal a sleek stylish office. An oak desk sits against one wall and there are cream couches along another. There are no windows in here, just ventilation to keep the air fresh and clean smelling.

“Your home away from home?” she asks, as I guide her ahead of me.

“Exactly,” I tell her. “Sometimes my office can get a little too hectic for me to think. Sometimes I just want to disappear. And I have places like this where I can take a breath away from it all.”

I close the door behind me and hear it lock with a mechanical click.

She turns to face me, still biting her lip, sending surges up and down my body, deep to the base of my cock.

“Bend over on the desk,” I tell her firmly.

“Solomon—”

“Making you come drives me fucking insane,” I growl. “Now bend over and get ready to squirt for me. No arguments.”

She whimpers at the sternness of my words, but I can tell she likes it when I take control. She wants to be a good virgin and do what her man tells her.

She wants to please me just as badly as I need to please her.

My eyes are drawn to her calves and her thighs, shifting as she walks over to the desk.

She bends over slowly, the fabric of her dress pulling taut over those plump, juicy ass cheeks.

Every part of me begins to tremble as I stalk forward, pausing just short of her ass. She pushes her hips out, presenting me with that round ass as though we’re living in a bygone era and this is a pagan offering.

My cock presses so hard against the inside of my pants, the zipper starts to strain and bulge with the pressure.

“You better cream quickly,” I growl. “I need to explode. You’re fucking killing me, you tight needy little minx.”

“Hmm,” she moans, shifting her cheeks from side to side in a way that hypnotizes me.

“Is that hmm-yes, or hmm-no?” I growl.

“Yes, yes,” she cries.

“Fucking say it, then,” I snap.

“I’ll come quickly,” she moans.

“Good girl,” I growl.

I reach forward and grab her bare thigh, feeling the heat of her lust setting her skin afire. She shivers and pushes back against me. Every move she makes brims with both confidence and nervousness, as though she can’t decide which half of herself to listen to.

I slide my hand up, pushing her dress up with the movement, revealing her panties.

My cock pulses.

Her panties are hot pink, the fabric showing wet spots where her lust is running away with her.

Fuck—oh, fuck.

They’re completely soaked around her hole, the wetness seeping into the fabric and spreading.

“You’re soaked,” I snarl.

“Sorry,” she moans, as I inch higher and higher, skirting closer to her sex.

“Why are you sorry?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she says, with a cute-as-hell giggle. “Is it a bad thing?”

“It’s perfect, you tight horny thing,” I growl. “Now be a good virgin and stick that ass out even more.”

“Like this?” she asks, arching her back so that her panties pull tightly across her hole, letting me see even more of the soaked material.

“Exactly like that,” I breathe huskily.

I push her panties aside and circle her hole with my middle finger and then – when her panting and moaning becomes too much to handle – I slide my finger up to the knuckle.

She’s soaked, boiling hot inside, and her plump ass cheeks move around my hand, making it look as though my finger disappears.

She vibrates on the end of my finger, looking over her shoulder with her hair sideways across her face.

She looks vulnerable and sexy and ready to give me whatever I want to take.

But then something shifts in her eyes and she shakes her head, only slightly.

It’s enough to let me know what she’s thinking.

Not yet. Let’s just do this for now.

I let out a growl and start to fuck her tight hole with my finger so hard and fast she bucks against the desk, pulsing against my finger, bouncing up and down so that my knuckles smash into her ass cheeks and make her needy flesh red.

“You’re so fucking tight around my finger,” I growl. “I can’t wait to feel how tight you are on my dick. Are you going to cream for me soon, baby?”

“Yes, yes,” she moans, her hole fluttering gorgeously.

I lean down and bring my mouth close to her ear as I continue to fuck her cute little hole with my finger.

“Fucking cream on my hand,” I growl. “I’m so hard for you right now. I need to see how milky and shiny those big bouncy tits get covered in my come. So. Fucking. Cream.”

With each syllable, I pump my hand even harder, pushing my finger deeper into her desperate, hungry hole.

She gasps and turns her face toward me, aiming for a kiss. She ends up mashing her mouth against my cheek as she lets out an orgiastic cry of release, her pussy getting even tighter as it gathers up all her pent-up energy.

I stand up and stare down at my hand, absolutely soaked with her thick white squirting come.

I stand back and yank down my pants with my other hand, doing it so violently my belt snaps and my button goes flying.

“On your knees,” I snap. “Now, Sophia. Get those tits