#BABYCRAZY book 4 Read online Cassandra Dee, Katie Ford

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Romance Tags Authors: ,
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24138 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 121(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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Besides, Ricky and I have never really got along despite being twins. There was always something off about that boy. Even when we were young, he always had a careless, unthinking streak.

“Come on Dylan,” he’d wheedle. “Let’s wheel our bikes across Mrs. Brown’s yard.”

I frowned at him. At ten, I already knew right from wrong, whereas my twin just didn’t seem to care.

“You know we’re not supposed to,” I said. “We crushed her plants last time. Mrs. Brown was real mad and told Mom.”

Dylan rolled his eyes with exasperation

“Always the goody two-shoes,” he snorted before getting on his bike and flying off. “You always think you know what’s right!” he called over one shoulder, voice dwindling in the distance.

But it wasn’t about right or wrong. It was about the deeper story. Mrs. Brown was a widow living on a fixed income, and even at ten, I knew she didn’t have much money. I sensed that the old lady depended on the vegetables she grew in her garden, and if we trampled her foodstuffs, she might not have anything to eat. So I merely shook my head and got on my bike, choosing to ignore Ricky’s taunts.

And unfortunately, my brother never grew out of it. He was always a bad seed, and even though he has a job with our family company, it’s just a job in name. There’s no expectation for him to show up, much less do any work. Hell, it’d be disastrous if he tried to do work. I’d probably have to clean up the mess afterwards.

So yeah, my twin draws a salary but is a standing joke at Karmax. No one expects anything of him, and maybe that’s part of the problem. No one’s ever expected anything of Ricky, and at forty, it’s probably too late for him to change.

Knowing all this, I feel for Fiona. Given Ricky’s history, he probably didn’t treat her very well while they were dating. He’s never been kind to women, and I’ll have to be extra nice to her to make-up for my prick of a brother’s behavior. But how can a man be nice to a girl who’s so curvy and irresistible, when I only want to do filthy things to her?

While I'm standing there focusing on holding myself back, wrestling with how to be nice and filthy to Fiona at the same time, she’s crossing the short distance in my office to me. She lets her hips roll sassily as she takes each step, cupping her huge tits, and never letting her eyes leave mine. My rock-hard cock becomes even more uncomfortable inside my trousers as it stiffens even further. Fiona seems to be taking control. And even though it’s not in my nature, I decide it’s best she calls the shots for now. Let her set the tempo. After all, this is a weird situation.

Reaching me she presses herself up against my big form, the softness of her huge tits flattening into my torso. She stands up on her tippy toes and I incline my head until our parted lips meet, panting into each other’s mouths for the deepest, slowest kiss I’ve ever experienced. Exploring her lips, I groan in lust as I allow my hands to roam her chest, groping her tits gently. She moans softly, and again I have to hold myself back so as not to attack. It takes everything I have in my power not to grab her and bend her forward onto the couch, ripping that skirt off her, and fucking her in the hole I didn’t get to explore yesterday. The hole that’s bound to be even tighter than her pussy.

Breaking away from my kiss, she starts lowering herself down my body to the floor and onto her knees. She's fumbling with my belt, her hands shaking with lust and urgency, and then unzips my trousers. Making me groan with anticipation, she lifts my pulsing rod from its confines, gasping at its size. Her tiny hand grips the shaft and as she gives the head of my cock a lick, I stop breathing.

“You’re so huge, Dylan. I - I’ve never seen something this big and beautiful,” she mewls.

I struggle with the urge to grab her by her hair and ram my cock down her throat right then and there. But Fiona seems to be of the same mind, anyway.

She slowly slides the head of my cock past her pouting lips, letting it go all the way to the back of her throat. I can feel it pushing against her tonsils with the tip of my cock. And yet only half of my cock is in her mouth. But it doesn’t matter, because she starts sucking what she can actually fit and I forget my own name. Her soft mouth has an unexpectedly strong suction, and combined with the way she’s rolling her tongue along my shaft at the same time, I’m worried I’m going to squirt my load down her throat.


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