BULKY Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Novella, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30268 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 151(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
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Across the dark room, I catch our reflections in the window. Big and small. Man and girl. Her small breasts bounce every time I smack into her, tight pussy welcoming me wetly. Her mouth is open, eyes clenched shut. Enjoying the hell out of being ridden rough. And I know in that moment that I’m already addicted to her. This isn’t going to be a casual arrangement. The way she feels—the way she makes me feel, inside and out—is what I’ve been missing for so long. And she was right there in front of me the whole time.

With a snarl of possession, I hunch over her smooth back, bringing my fingers between her thighs to stroke her clit. “No more flirting, Josie. Not with anyone but me, understand? I get it all. Every smile. Every shake of those tits.” I pound her relentlessly, my climax beginning to crest, thickening my voice, pulling taut the muscles in my loins. “You want to flirt? You get on your knees and flirt with Papa’s big dick. Are we clear on that?”

“Yes, Papa!” she screams, her little body shuddering through an orgasm.

I give up the fight at the first clench of her pussy, my shaft spasming, firing a hot line of come into her wet heat. Primal ownership surges inside of me and I wind her hair in my fist, pushing her face down into the mattress, burying my cock as deep as it’ll go. Growling. My hips slapping off her tight ass, rope after rope of semen filling her until I collapse sideways.

My big stomach heaves inside of my undershirt, my cock still half-hard in the open V of my trousers. I think life can’t get any better, when suddenly it does. Josie curls up into my side like a drowsy kitten, naked and rosy and dazed from her orgasm. It feels completely natural to turn onto my side and welcome her into my arms, smiling as she snuggles into my black-and-white chest hair. I think she’s fallen asleep when her hesitant voice reaches my ears.

“Did I…please you?”

A laugh barks out of me before I can stop it. “Josie. I could die a happy man right now. Life can only go downhill after what we just did. You were…you are…Jesus Christ. I should be asking if I pleased you, not the other way around.”

“You did,” she whispers shakily, hot eyes raking up and down my chest. “A lot.”

Unbelievably, my cock is already starting to stir again. This girl…she invigorates me. Makes me feel even more alive than I felt when I was her age. Not only in sexual way, either. The organ in my chest has been twisted up into a knot beneath my jugular.

“We can’t spend the night together, can we?” Josie says, more of a question than a statement. “My parents would ask questions if I didn’t come home.”

I blow out a breath. “So would Paul,” I say, tipping her chin up so our eyes meet. “Once you and Paul move out, head to college, we’ll be spending nights together, Josie.”

Every. Single. Night.

“In the meantime, I’m going to book this room indefinitely.”

“Really?” Her lips part, heat kindling in her eyes. And something else. Something like hero worship that stiffens my dick into a crowbar. Despite the fact that we’re both expected at home, despite the late hour, God himself couldn’t stop me from rolling my sugar baby onto her back, pumping back into that hot, wet pussy and riding her into the ground.

“Mine,” I groan, my hips rutting wildly. “Mine.”

Her back arches as the orgasm overtakes her. “Yours.”

Chapter Six

Josie

I’m trying really hard to focus on organizing my class schedule, but gifts keep arriving.

It has been a week since my first time with Gunner. Since then, we’ve been meeting at the suite every night at nine o’clock…and I’ve never been so happy. So cherished and safe and excited to wake up in the morning. My body is sated and sore. My heart is blooming with new love and appreciation for the man who is now my sugar daddy.

The man I want to be so much more.

Soon.

Every time we’re together, we become closer.

It’s not just about the raw, filthy sex. Or the fact that we’re addicting to giving and receiving pleasure from one another. No, it’s also about the quiet moments afterwards when he holds me and we talk. About silly things and important ones. Problems that arose during our day apart. Our favorite foods and places in the city and movies.

We are twenty-seven years apart and have different personalities. He’s quiet, stern and I’m outgoing, bubbly. He has a ten-year plan and I barely have a ten-minute plan. But we also have a lot in common. We both love classic seventies rock and even play songs while lying in bed together occasionally. Our favorite place to visit is Barcelona, though we’ve never been there together. And we both have secretly sensitive sides that we keep to ourselves. We share them with each other, though. Gunner doesn’t hide from me and I don’t hide from him.


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