Claiming His Babysitter (Forbidden Fantasies #50) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24005 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 120(@200wpm)___ 96(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
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“Relax,” he croons. “You can do it. Relax, relax.”

I moan breathlessly again as jolts of pleasure shoot straight from my nipples to my cunt, and tellingly, a huge gush of nectar wells up from deep inside, flowing out to cover his length.

“That a girl,” he groans with pleasure. “You can do it.”

I squinch my eyes shut and try with all my might to accommodate him, and after what feels like hours, Mr. Aston’s buried to the balls inside me. His sack nestles against my anus as he lets out a deep-throated moan of pleasure.

“Fuck you’re tight,” he rasps, clutching me close. “So fucking hot and luscious too.”

Then the real pounding begins. Morgan goes slow at first, drawing out before pushing back in, but both of us need it so badly that soon, he’s giving me a deep drill right there on the arm of the couch.

“Fuck!” he grunts. “Oh shit, oh shit!”

Then, without warning, the big man fucks deeply once inside me as his abs clench. Harsh streaks decorate those high cheekbones and I literally feel his cock jerk deep inside once before the spray begins. Hot lashes of male seed coat my insides as Mr. Aston releases, groans of pleasure accompanying his climax.

Something about his unrestrained ecstasy triggers me, and suddenly, my pussy clenches as well as stars burst before my eyes. My vision goes white, and then black, and my body feels like it’s levitating while also imploding from indescribable ecstasy.

“Ohhhh!” I scream, clutching his neck as my pussy ripples around his hardness. “Mmmm, God!”

Our ecstasy flows like the lava from a volcano, Mr. Aston dropping an enormous load inside as I squeal with pleasure on his massive rod. But after a short while, we both come back from Heaven, panting as we stare into each other’s eyes.

“Did that just happen?” I manage in dazed voice, looking into those blue depths. “But we hardly know one another!”

Morgan merely grins devilishly before capturing my mouth in a heated kiss.

“Yes, but I want to know more of you, baby girl,” he intones before pulling out and lifting me into his arms bridal-style. “Even better, we have all night to do it.”

It’s true because that was only the beginning. Soon, Mr. Aston has me in the master suite where he ravishes me again and again until I’m trembling and shrieking his name. But he’s the best I’ve ever had, and if anything, I only want to learn more of this mysterious, handsome man.

5

Natalie

My alarm wakes me up at the usual hour, and I blearily reach over toward my bedside table to slap snooze. I’m exhausted and I don’t try to stifle the yawn that escapes me as I raise my arms over my head and stretch.

The motion immediately sends a tremor of remembered pleasure through my body, and my thighs clench together at the memory of last night. OMG, I didn’t even shower after Mr. Aston drove me home, and his scent covers my skin. I breathe deep, savoring the woodsy musk and sigh breathlessly again. He took me every which way, including in my bottom and mouth, and now all my holes are sore and achy.

Yet last night was absolutely farcical too. I mean, with Tommy showing up out of nowhere, and prematurely coming against my ass! Who even does that? I was frankly pretty icked out, and thought that was the end of things.

But instead, Mr. Aston came home and found me panty-less. Then, the real fireworks started and soon, I was moaning and creaming in his arms upstairs. OMG, I’ll never forget the way he surveyed my body possessively after I’d come for the third or fourth time.

“This is mine,” he growled, those blue eyes bright even in the darkness of the room. “That loser’s spunk might have gotten into you first, but he’ll never touch you again.”

I’d already protested that Tommy and I didn’t have sex, but I guess that’s not exactly true, is it? I mean, even heavy petting counts as sex, and we definitely did that. But I didn’t want to get into the specifics of what exactly happened because it’s too gross and no man needs to know that level of detail. So I merely nodded and agreed.

“Yes, I belong to you, Daddy,” I cooed as Mr. Aston’s blue eyes flared. “This is all yours,” I said, sensuously running my hands over my breasts, down my waist, and then between my thighs before lifting his knees to show him both holes. “You can use them whenever you like.”

After all, Mr. Aston was correct when he called me a slut. I’m not a slut in any physical sense because I haven’t actually done it with many guys. But I devour loads of romance novels, and I’ve got a vivid imagination. As a result, I’ve got moves that porn stars would envy, and I put them to good use last night.


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