Dear Soldier – A Steamy Standalone Instalove Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45414 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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“Hmm,” she moans, wriggling against me.

I step away from her when the elevator door opens with a beep, forcing myself to create some distance between us before I snap and lose control. I’m the only person who lives on this floor, but I still think the future mother of my children deserves more than being thrown onto the rug and ravaged right here.

Taking her hand, I lead her toward the door at the end of the hallway, my instincts roaring at me to leap on her every single moment, telling me to push her up against the wall and drive my hand up between her legs. I somehow fight the urge until I’ve opened the door, and then I spin her around and push her up against the wall.

She gasps as she gazes up at me, her mouth falling open and her eyes becoming innocent and wide and perfect. “Freaking heck, Zack. You’re a wild man.”

“Are you complaining?” I snarl, bringing my lips close to hers.

She shakes her head, making an intoxicating hmm-mm noise as I push my lips against hers. I slide my hand up her thigh, squeezing onto her bare flesh, feeling her skin pebble with goosebumps the closer I get to her sex.

I slide higher and higher, savoring every tiny whimper she makes, every movement that tells me how badly she wants this. The heat of her pussy blazes against my hand as I slide up the rest of the way, pushing my palm against her sex.

She gasps and shivers against me.

“Come for me like the horny thing you are,” I snarl, bringing my lips to her ear. “I want you to shake and fucking cream like you did last time, getting your hot young virgin slit good and ready for my cock. Can you do that for me, my little artist?”

“Hmm,” she moans, wriggling against me.

“What was that?” I ask with a smirk.

She mock-glares at me, a moment of cuteness amidst the lust. “Yes, yes,” she gasps. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

I push her panties aside and press my middle finger down on her clit, feeling her wetness already smeared across it. She must’ve already been soaked when we were riding the elevator up, my excited-as-fuck virgin queen getting her young body ready.

I bet her body was sending signals to her pussy, screaming at her to get soaked, to get drenched for me.

“You’re soaked,” I growl.

“Is that a good thing?”

“It means your body wants my seed,” I tell her, rubbing her pussy even faster, flickering my finger across her clit from side to side so that she whimpers and judders begin to move through her.

I whisper close to her ear as I rub her faster, pressing down my finger with even more firmness. “It means your hot wet hole is desperate to feel my cock slide up inside of you, desperate to feel our baby growing in your belly. Come for me, Zoey. Come for our fucking future. Come to show me how badly you need this.”

My voice has become breathy and feral, my need shivering through me like an impossible-to-ignore war song. I lean back so I can watch her as I press another finger down on her clit, her pussy making sweet wet noises as I grind it faster, harder, with more possession in each movement.

Her breasts dance for her as her vibrations become even more manic, as wave after wave of lust moves through her.

I can’t look away from her, taking in the redness of her cheeks, the flush that spreads across her breasts. There’s so much fucking lust in her, burning up through every inch of her body. The noises she makes are like a song of desire moving through me, awakening the beast deep inside of me.

When she opens her mouth and lets out a shaky cry, the base of my cock flares as though my seed is trying to shoot up my shaft, but there’s no damn way I’m going to waste a single drop anywhere but her virgin hole.

“Ah, ah, ah,” she moans, as sweet wetness seeps all over my hand, as she grips onto my arms with fierce talons of lust. “That’s… Oh, God. It’s good. It’s so good.”

I move my hand down and slide a finger inside of her, intoxicated with how wet she is, dripping with her need to be claimed and treated like what she is.

My woman, mine.

I push deep and then grip her breasts with my free hand, yanking down the front of her dress so that her big round gorgeous breasts spill free from her bra. I grip her bra and give an even more powerful tug, snapping the front clasp and revealing the glorious mounds of her tits.

“Fuck,” I snarl, fingering her hard as I lean down and take her nipple in my mouth.


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