Bad Date Good Dad Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55738 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 279(@200wpm)___ 223(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
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Pleasure bursts through me. I open my mouth to tell him, We can’t, but instead, I let out a shaky moan. He rubs me a little faster, playing with my clit, teasing me as I stroke him up and down. Then I grab his shorts and pull them down. He helps me to get them around his knees.

His cock feels so, so huge. I wrap my hand around him, still shocked at how massive and hard he is despite seeing and feeling him before. His breaths get even hotter, more urgent. His finger rubs my clit quicker, pleasure sparking.

I have to say it now. Otherwise, I won’t be able to.

“F-Fletcher,” I whisper. “I don’t think I can tonight.”

He pauses the movement of his hand but keeps himself pushed up against me.

“No,” I say. “I mean, the rest. All the way.”

He sighs. I think it’s one of relief. “Then you better keep stroking my cock, baby,” he snarls.

I moan when he pushes against my clit with more pressure. My hand returns to the up-and-down movement, driven by desire, instinct, and little thought. My core feels like it’s fluttering almost, a new sensation, as though it’s telling me to take his dick, take his seed, fill with his babies.

I stroke precome up and down his cock, my hand getting slick, my movements fast as I rub him quicker and quicker. He gasps when I start to get really fast. I’m timing my movements with his, my clit feeling like it’s burning as he gets faster, applying more pressure, owning me just as fiercely as I own him.

“Oh, fuck,” he groans.

“Y-yeah,” I whimper in response, everything getting tingly and hot, boiling, almost enough to make me scream. I think I would if it wasn’t for Charles and Loki.

“I can feel how close you are,” he says passionately. “You’re going to cream all over my hand.”

“I can feel how close you are, too,” I whisper, stroking quickly, and I can. I’m sure of it. It’s like his rock-hard dick is bulging against my hand, all the pressure trying to erupt from him. “You’re so fucking big.”

“Your tight pussy’s going to take every inch,” he says huskily. “I’m going to fuck you deep and hard. I’m going to pound your virgin slit until you’re creaming all over my di… di…” He trails off, and I swear I can feel the seed rushing up his shaft.

“Y-y-ye…”

I can’t speak either. We become nothing but pleasure, his cock so wet with precome that my palm makes noises as I slip up and down. My pussy is so wet with lust that his hand makes noises as he rubs me faster, with more ownership. He handles me powerfully, but not roughly, making it clear I’m his.

Soon, I can’t think. My eyes are shut tight. Hot, red color bursts across the darkness of my eyelids, but it’s not blood. It’s not pain. It’s pure pleasure.

I gasp, squeezing my legs tightly around his hand. I’m certain I can feel his seed pumping out of him. As my orgasm slams into me, starlight and heat and everything good and warm pulsing through my body, his seed rushes up his shaft and explodes out of his end. He’s moaning through his teeth as if fighting the urge to roar. I rub faster, driven by my orgasm.

Finally, we both stop, breathing heavily. He finds my lips, and we kiss with so much meaning it’s like we think it could be the last time. It’s like we’re kissing to stop the memories and the panic from returning.

“I’m sorry we couldn’t go all the way,” I whisper between kisses.

“Never…” He kisses me. “Say…” Again. “That…” He makes the third kiss last so long that tingles start to shimmer through me again, even with my sex pleasantly sore from what we just did. My hole is still aching, as if pissed at me for not taking his cock, seed, and future.

“But you must want it,” I whisper. “I know I do.”

“We’re going to do it. Don’t doubt that.”

“But what if…”

“You were nervous,” he says. “We were on a kitchen table. The circumstances weren’t exactly ideal. When we try for real, your virgin body will be so needy and horny you’ll be surprised by how much your tight hole can take. Soon, it will feel so good you won’t stop creaming down my dick.”

His words make the shimmers even more intense. I cling to his back, digging my nails in. He’s so solid my fingernails feel like they bend as I push against him.

“I guess we didn’t have a condom anyway,” I murmur, though using one is the last thing I want to do.

I wonder what he’d say if I told him that. Hey Fletcher, just so you know, when we have sex, I don’t want to use protection. I don’t want there to be anything between us. I want you… forever.


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