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 pussy gives a quiver when he slips a finger inside of me.

Moans escape me, the sorts of sounds I never would’ve dreamed of making before. But I can’t help it when he’s attacking me with so much lust.

His hands are firm on my thighs, squeezing down like he can’t get enough. His finger moves in frenzied circles inside of me, swirling a whole world of ecstasy down there, flooding me with drenched pleasure.

“That’s it,” he growls, wedging his hands between me and the bed so he can squeeze onto my ass. “Oh, fuck, that’s it. I can feel how close you are.”

I barely hear his words as my body goes into overdrive, the sweet so-close euphoria causing my hips to twitch. He grabs onto my ass so freaking hard, sending more writhing signals that join with the attention my clit’s getting, with his finger swirling around and around inside of me.

“I think I’m going to—”

That’s as far as I can get when the orgasm punches into me.

It tears through me like an earthquake, sending rapture hurtling to every single part of me.

Squeezing my hands into fists and curling my toes, I jostle around on the bed, my clothes sticking to me with sweat as I writhe and moan.

He pushes another finger inside of me, my hole clenching around him. My body vibrates as my pussy gushes, as my eyelids flutter and the whole world seems to drift away.

I float atop the pleasure, never wanting to return to earth.

Because then I’ll have to tell him the truth.

Finally, the feeling slowly passes, leaving me content and yet hungry for more.

But the moment the mind-blotting orgasm fades, thoughts take its place, whispering cruelly in my mind.

You can’t do this, you can’t do this, you can’t do this.

Looking up, I find Jaxon looming over me. His smirk glimmers wetly in the lowlight. His hands stray toward his belt, his eyes so wide, so filled with animal hunger.

“Wait.”

My inner vixen cringes at the word, the word I should never aim at my man, at the future father of my children.

But I say it again, sitting up.

“Wait, Jax.”

He tilts his head at me, his smirk widening. “I like it when you call me Jax.”

I laugh, but it’s tinged with darkness.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let things go this far.”

He takes a step forward, his hands hanging at his sides, fists clenched. “Why?”

Oh, heck.

Now I have to tell him.

Chapter Twelve

Jaxon

Wait.

The word is like having a bucket of ice cold water thrown over me, my stiff manhood quivering as though in rebellion.

When I felt how close she was to squirting for me – her whole body was primed – I just knew I was going to lick that perfect pussy until she was even wetter.

And then, once she was boiling and drenched and ready, I’d grind up inside of her and fuck her raw, fuck her without a condom and fire our future into her young flawless body.

What the hell am I thinking?

It’s probably good she said wait.

I should talk to her about this future before I decide it for us.

She sits up and pulls her dress down to her knees, which is both a relief and a tragedy. One part of me wants to dart forward and grab the hem, forcibly replace it so I can keep gazing at that perfectly pink pussy.

Her hole was fucking winking at me when I moved close to her, even in the semidarkness, and I can still taste her tangy juiciness all over my tongue. My seed rumbles and my insides protest at this delay in claiming her, but she’s already on her feet, walking to the other side of the room.

She stands like a painting at the curtain, her shape highlighted by the moon and the street lamps.

Despite how serious she’s suddenly become, I can’t simply switch off my need. Her ass is even shapelier and more delicious looking now that she’s not wearing underwear, maybe because I know how good she feels beneath the fabric, her ass made to be indulged in, for a beast like me to massage and spoil for hours on end.

No, not a beast like me.

Only me.

“Jessie.”

I walk slowly up behind her, placing my hands tenderly on her shoulders. I touch her softly both because I can sense the disquiet in her, but also because I know I won’t be able to hold myself back if I squeeze down any harder.

“I’m sorry.”

“What did I say about that word?” I growl.

She spins on me. I think she’s going to yell at me, but then the anger in her expression falters and she sighs, biting onto her lip in that tempting way of hers.

“I knew I wouldn’t be able to do it… go all the way. But I led you up here anyway.”

“Don’t even think about saying sorry for what we just did,” I snarl. “Even if you don’t want to do anything else tonight, never do that, Jessie. The way you moved for me, the way your young body pulsed and creamed for me… Fuck, I’m getting excited just thinking about it.”


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