Falling For My Dad’s Killer Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45217 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 226(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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“You made this so much better. Without you, the website wouldn’t take it. With you, they’ll have to.”

“What will Kylie think?” she asks quietly.

I swallow, repressing a shudder. “I’ve lied to her for years. To everybody. I’m not sure what anybody’s going to think.”

Lucy stands up from the bed and comes and sits on my knee. It’s the most outwardly affectionate she’s been since we started working on this article. She throws her arms around me, leans down, and kisses me on the cheek.

“That you’re not a killer. You’re a good man. You did the right thing, even if it’s scary. That’s what people will think. Come on. Let’s click send together.”

“You’re an amazing person,” I tell her, and it’s the most honest thing I’ve ever said. “You could hate me for what I did. For the lies I told. You could hate me for coming into your life and bringing your dad back. You could hate me so much. I’ll never forget that. You chose…”

Love, I almost say, and it feels so right. It feels like what I should say and the only thing that makes sense. There’s so much love between us that goes beyond words and experiences. It’s bone-deep. It’s unquestioning and only has one condition. She touches nobody else. Or maybe two conditions… She accepts that if somebody else touches her, I end them.

“Am I a sucker?” she whispers a moment later. “Some people are going to think that, aren’t they?”

“Let them think what they want.” As I talk, I squeeze onto her hips, like I always will. “We know the truth. We know what we felt. A unique, instant certainty, Lucy. How many people have ever felt something like that? How many could?”

She trails her fingernails through my hair. I love when she does it, the physical sensation, the intimacy. It awakens savage parts of me, and I can’t help but slide my hands from her hips to her ass.

She whimpers like she always does when I try to initiate something. There’s so much lust in her, trying to burst out. I watch as she visibly goes to war with it. It’s a battlefield on her face, her desire trying to coax her into letting go, but something’s holding her back. I haven’t addressed it with words. I’ll know when my woman’s ready.

Suddenly, she asks, “Do you promise never to lie to me again?”

I sit up, bringing my hips to hers, cradling her back. She squeals, giggling gorgeously, when I lift her up so she can shift her position. She splits her legs over my middle. She lets out another whimper when my manhood grinds against her groin. Her body responds like a reflex, as always, even as she tightens her grip on my shoulders and sighs as if frustrated, like she wants to fight her pleasure.

“Is that what this is about?” I finally say, pushing past the intense hunger, my balls aching when my tip rubs through our clothes against her body fertile, ready, and soaked for me. “You still don’t trust me?”

“It’s like something’s holding me back.” She shivers, causing her pussy to kiss the end of my hard dick. “But there’s no turning back now. Once that article’s out there, everybody will know about us. The entire world will know our strange story.”

“Strange isn’t always bad,” I say gruffly.

“What I mean is, I can’t keep holding back, not because of that. It’s just an excuse. The truth, I think…”

She gets all nervous, biting her lip and turning her face away. I lightly touch her chin and guide her gaze back to me.

“I’m nervous about the sex. I’ve never done it before, and I don’t know if I can.”

“Can?”

“Remember what we did?” She touches her mouth, drawing my mind back to the blowjob, her wide eyes, and her confidence. “There was something you said. About how you feel bigger than, well, two fingers.”

“I remember.”

“It’s true, right?”

I nod.

She swallows, shivering against me, almost driving me so wild I snap, unhinged. She almost makes me grab her hips, lay her on her back, tear off her clothes and bring my dick to her slit, soaked with precome, smoothing it up and down to mix our wetness. Then, when she’s hot and ready, I’ll slip inside.

“J-J-Jamie,” she moans, pushing against my chest.

I grab her hips and grind even faster. Her breath is hot on my neck.

“Can we just do this?” she says frantically in my ear. “Just for now? I’m sorry. Please.”

I grab her hips harder, indulging myself by sinking my fingers into her voluptuous body. She rocks back and forth, moaning in my ear.

“Don’t say sorry,” I growl, my cock aching. “You’re so damn sexy right now. Come for me, Lucy.”

She keeps riding me, making me think of slipping my dick up inside her, pushing those tight lips apart, and claiming her. I shift my hips faster and press against her as if thrusting into her naked hole. Her moans drive me on. The feeling of them against my face, their sweet sound.


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