Date for the Boss -Steamy Standalone Instalove Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45779 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 229(@200wpm)___ 183(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
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My panties cling to my sex as I fumble for my keys, reaching into my handbag.

I find them on autopilot, not allowing myself to think about what happens when the door opens. I want it too badly to doubt myself out of it, even if I know I’ll have to tell him.

Soon.

Is he going to think I’m leading him on?

The door swings open and suddenly he’s on me again.

We fuse together, our lips like magnets and metal, clamping together as he shoves the door closed and pushes me against the wall.

Jaxon’s body feels hard and solid as I knew it would, his muscles pressing against me, making me feel safe, blocked-in in a sweet titillating way.

His manhood is a massive solid rod against my stomach, pulsing as he groans and our tongues clash together.

A sizzling tingle dances around my mouth, down my neck, making my nipples pebble and my sex thrum with the need for him to touch me.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that all night,” he growls, his hands slipping down my hips and wrapping around to my ass. “You feel so damn perfect. So damn curvy and sexy.”

“Curvy in a good way?” I murmur in disbelief.

He snarls and kisses me harder, passion boiling between us. I gasp at the suddenness of the kiss, gripping onto his side, my fingernails digging through his shirt to the stony solidity beneath.

“The best way,” he snaps, breaking off the kiss again. “Where’s your bedroom? I need to feel you, to taste you.”

Oh, heck, does that mean what I think it does? What I hope it does?

“That way.”

I gesture across the apartment, glad none of the lights are on and he can’t seem how rundown the place is.

He takes my hand and strides on his long powerful legs, pulling me behind him. I giggle as I try to keep up and he smirks down at me. “I just need you so damn bad.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

I’m going to have to apologize if I let this go any further without being honest with him. But I don’t add that part.

Instead, I let the sizzling between my legs control my movements, sending me into the bedroom after him.

Moonlight and street lamp light filters in through the curtains, lighting it in a dusk-like haze, meaning Jaxon can see the outline of the bed as he grabs my shoulders and gives me a soft push back.

I land on the mattress, the old thing whining, and stare up at him as he gazes intensely down at me.

“Are you going to be a good girl and come for me?” he snarls, dropping to his knees at the end of the bed. “Are you going to cream all over my mouth?”

“Yes, yes…”

But.

I can’t add that word though, the word that would end this before it has a chance to begin, even if it would be the right thing to do.

His hands slide up my legs, across my bare skin, pushing the fabric of my dress up so it gathers around my hips. His strong shoulders are rocky silhouettes in the semi-darkness as he grinds his possessive touch up, and up until his fingers are curling around my panties.

My body feels so freaking receptive. Just the feeling of his knuckles grazing my skin causes my sex to flood with even more insistent wetness.

He pulls my panties down slowly, down my knees, over my ankles, every moment tickling and tempting me.

“Oh, fuck.”

“What?” I murmur, leaning up on one elbow.

“Your pussy… fuck, it’s perfect, already so glistening and soaked for me. Have you been like this all night?”

“Yes,” I admit with a moan.

“But only for me.” An animal roar enters his voice. Like he’d be willing to kill any man who stole my attention from him. “Say it, Jessie.”

“Only for you,” I gasp. “I mean it. I’ve been…”

“What?” he growls, as his finger circles my clit, making a boiling path that ignites a thousand cravings inside of me.

“I’ve been watching you,” I whimper. “And wishing for this… for you…”

“I’ve been watching you too,” he snarls. “But I never could’ve dreamed your pussy would be this goddamn perfect. Fuck, you better cream for me, Jessie, get that young hole nice and wet.”

I bite down as a daunting sense of urgency fills me, but it’s overpowered by the feeling of Jaxon’s face against my sex. He breathes huskily, painting my thighs with his lust as he moves closer and closer. And then finally – with a groan of satisfaction – he opens his mouth and consumes my soaked pussy.

His upper lip pushes against my clit and his tongue goes into overdrive, licking over my lips and my clit and down to my hole, as he moans and growls louder each second.

The pleasure is almost violent in its immediacy. It grips me straight away as I focus on the moaning noises of satisfaction, on the feeling of his tongue dragging up one lip and then down the other.


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