Falling for the Photographer Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46847 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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“Better than taking photos, eh?” I tease lightly, kissing her cheek.

Reaching down, I grab my swollen base and guide it to her soaking wet opening. She whimpers as her eyes widen, a reverberation running through her body.

Then she stares at me hard, sassiness glittering in her expression.

She squeezes harder onto my arm.

“I want you to fuck me,” she says. “Not hard, maybe not right away. But I’m ready. I want it so freaking badly. Don’t hold back, Felix.”

It’s been twenty years since I was with a woman. And I find you a million times more attractive than anybody else. You might want me to hold back a little.

“Are you sure?” I snarl as my helm kisses her entrance, spreading her sensitive lips.

“Yes, I’m…I’m….”

She trails off as I arch my back and push inside of her. I don’t give her everything I have.

If I unleashed the full force of my lust as she wants, I wouldn’t be able to stop.

I’d hammer her soaked innocent pussy until the bed broke.

She gasps as I push even deeper, her lips hugging onto my cock tightly. I was right about how perfect she’d feel, a fist of euphoric fire squeezing around my shaft as I finally thrust all the way.

I hold myself inside of her, buried right up to the hilt, looking her in the eye.

She moans gently, her eyes getting that dreamy look again, as though she still hasn’t recuperated from her last orgasm.

“How…does it…feel?” she moans.

I smirk or try to. I feel my lips tremble with the effort of not completely letting myself go on her young body.

“Perfect,” I snarl. “You’re perfect. And you?”

“B-big,” she whispers. “But…I want you to…to do it. Please.”

When she says please, I’m sure I’m about to explode.

My seed would have no problem with that.

It’s writhing up and down my shaft, roaring with the desire to explode into her. Aching to begin a family.

I slide out slowly, keeping my gaze on her, savoring the way pleasure dances across her features. She winces slightly once, and I stop. But then she makes an insistent moaning sound, and I push inside of her again.

Her pussy is tight-as-hell, making me wonder if I’m going to be able to drive deep every time I slip out.

She lies back, hands clawing at the sheets, staring up at me as I move quicker, slipping in and out of her.

“I didn’t think you could get any wetter,” I snarl, struggling to force the words out. “You’re drenched.”

“For you,” she gasps, shifting her hips.

I grunt in response, feeling her pussy open for me, her warmth spreading to the base of my shaft, making my balls tingle as I thrust in and out.

Her pleasurable moans get louder as I move faster. As we both start thrusting together, the primal urgency in our bodies takes over.

“Grab your tits,” I snap, my voice breathy.

She moves her small hands over her large breasts, pushing them together, turning her creamy flesh a mouth-watering crimson with the pressure.

I snarl, unable to look away as I start to fuck her harder, pommeling her pussy…which will only ever belong to me.

“Ah, ah,” she gasps, letting her breasts go and reaching up, clawing onto my shoulders.

She pushes against my naked flesh, digging her fingernails in, and I’m glad for it. Glad for the distraction, just for a little while, because there’s no way I’m going to erupt into her until she’s creamed down my dick.

Her moans grow louder, her breath catching in that way I recognize from the times she came before.

I rear back, feeling like even more of an animal as I study her face.

It’s like she’s my prey, her lips opening and her eyes getting glassy and pleasure-filled. She stares at me, nodding frantically, wordlessly telling me to hammer her harder.

My body responds at once.

My hips move quicker, my breath comes more carnally as her pussy hugs onto my cock tightly, and I feel her walls flutter.

“That’s it,” I snarl.

Her pussy and my huge cock make wet noises as we race closer and closer to a shared finish.

I can feel the lust inside her, the way she pulses around me, the sound of her moans getting higher in pitch, closer to the edge.

I lie down on top of her, wrapping my arms around her. I need to feel and hear her breath against my ear.

She hugs me close, moaning sweetly for me.

“Come all over my dick,” I growl urgently, fucking her faster, fucking her like she’s mine and always will be. “Squirt down my shaft. Now.”

Her moans became that hollow breathy sound I love so much, her panting warm against my ear and neck.

Her hips go into overdrive, meeting my every pounding thrust, her slick pussy taking the full force of my lust now.

“Yes, yes,” she whimpers. “Y-y….”

She can’t say anything else as the orgasm hits her.


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