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

I can tell there are some nerves flaring beneath her every movement, but that just adds to the primal song pounding inside of me. She’s making an effort to let go, to be sexy, to be wild – and she’s succeeding – all for me, not because she’s done it before.

My perfect little virgin really is a fast learner.

I shift my hips back and forth, fucking her mouth as much as she can take, staring down at the way her breasts jiggle with the movement and her fingers work at her pussy.

“Under your panties,” I growl. “Rub that clit raw for me.”

Her moans get louder as she slips her hand under her panties, toying with her clit, rubbing it, and causing the fabric to shift and dance around her hand. She stares up at me with her beautiful, fuck-me eyes, her lids fluttering the faster she rubs.

I step back with a carnal growl, my balls feeling like they could explode.

“Naked—now,” I snap.

“What about you?” she whimpers, even as she reaches back to unclip her bra like the good obedient girl she is.

“Naked,” I snarl. “Now.”

She takes off her bra and those gorgeous tits spill free, her nipples already hard and needy with desire. Then she lies back and wriggles out of her panties.

When she makes to sit up, I shake my head.

“Stay like that and open those slut legs wide for me,” I growl. “And when I say slut, I mean you’re a slut for me. Do you understand? You can be a slut, a vixen, a minx—but only for me, always for me.”

“I understand,” she moans. “I’m your slut, Solomon. Just yours. Always yours.”

“Again,” I groan, the base of my cock shivering.

“I’m your slut,” she breathes.

“Again,” I say, my words sounding hollow as if I can’t get enough air to complete the sentence.

“I’m—your—slut,” she sighs, her lust making it hard for her to push the words out.

I move to the end of the bed and lean down, touching her ankle and then smoothing my hand over her calf, her knee, and up her gorgeously thick thigh toward her slit. It’s pink and fresh-looking, and so wet it glistens in the sunlight filtering through the curtains.

“Who are you going to get wet for, Sophia?” I growl, skirting her pussy with my finger, purposefully avoiding her lips and her clit to drive her insane.

“Just you,” she moans. “Oh—please.”

“Please what?” I smirk, circling her clit over and over, but never touching it.

“You’re teasing me,” she purrs.

“Beg,” I growl. “If you want it that badly, beg. Tell me what you are. Tell me whose you are.”

“Please touch me, Solomon,” she moans. “Please fuck me. I’m your slut, just yours. I belong to you. Just, please, please, please.”

The skin of my cock bulges and presses outward, trying to explode. I grit my teeth and then my hands are moving quickly. I tear at my clothes. I’m like a werewolf bursting from my suit. I rip my jacket and my shirt off, kick my trousers off, eviscerate my underwear and tear my socks off all in the space of twenty seconds.

I return to the end of the bed, naked, every muscle bulging and every tendon tight.

I climb onto the bed and lean over her, laying my fists on either side of her head, slowly lowering my hard chest against her soft round tits.

I stare into her eyes, tracking the lust there, and the nervousness it wars with.

“Are you ready, Sophia?” I growl. “Because once I start, I won’t be able to stop. You’re too damn sexy for that. I need you too badly for that. Tell me you’re ready.”

“I’m ready,” she whispers.

I lean down and lay my lips against hers, kissing her softly, letting our tongues find their natural pattern.

“Good virgin,” I growl.

“You won’t be able to call me that for long,” she giggles adorably.

I smirk and reach down, gripping the base of my cock and guiding the tingling helm to her hole. She gasps and whimpers as I push inside, arching my back I immediately feel her untouched cunt clamp down tightly onto me.

It’s like I’m being gripped with a fist of hot, heavenly wetness.

I growl and push deeper, deeper, tracking my passage inside of her by the way her features contort and shift.

“Oh God, that’s big,” she moans.

“Just wait,” I growl. “Once your body gets used to it, it’ll feel good.”

“It already feels good—ah, baby—it feels good, now. I just … Oh, fuck.”

I feel her pussy relaxing around my cock as I sink in right up to the hilt.

I hold myself there, gazing down at her lovely round breasts, at her sweat covered cheeks. Her eyes are half-lidded as though she’s high on this moment. Her skin is red where she wants to be touched and used.

I inch out of her with tantalizing slowness, making us both feel every shimmering moment of pleasure, pulling out until her hole is kissing the end of my cock, opening and closing with my subtle movements.

“Are you ready?” I snap. “I need to work that pussy raw.”

“Do it,” she moans. “Just do it, Solomon. You own me. You don’t need to ask my permission.”

My balls swell and I let out a carnal snarl between gritted teeth.

She couldn’t have said anything more perfect.

“Play with those tits while I fuck you,” I tell her. “Push them together. Pinch your nipples.”

“Yes … sir.”

“Argh,” I growl, pounding into her pussy so hard she bucks and writhes beneath me.

She gasps as I start to work her hot and needy cunt, bouncing up and down on the bed, moving so fast that, at first, she can’t even grab onto her breasts like I’ve commanded her to.

I pommel into her pussy, lost in the wild unleashing of this moment. My seed growls and tries to urge up the base of my cock, but there’s no way I’m going to allow myself to explode before I see her thick white cream streaming down my dick.

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