Her High Roller Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46695 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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“I want it,” she shudders, a palm flat on my helm as she circles my smooth wet heat head. Her own breath at a panting rate.

Her arousal is as big as mine right now.

She takes as much of my head into her mouth as she can in one swift movement, sucking the last precome from me before I groan helplessly.

Her head bolts back upright, not wanting to miss a second of watching my climax.

My seed.

It’s supposed to be inside her, but I figure I can go easy on myself at the rate I'm flowing.

There’s gonna be plenty more where that came from.

With Krissy’s hands on me, I feel like I could come a river for weeks.

And once I do feel my release, it's all the more relief and pleasure I feel, watching her eyes grow so wide.

Her mouth drops open before making little sounds and telling me how big I am.

How fucking wet she is watching me come for her.

And even though I’ve come heavier and harder than ever in my whole life, I’m still rock hard when I finish, making her gnaw at her lip.

The question in her eyes asks me if there’s an off switch to my dick but my need is too strong.

I pull her close to me, and feeling her heavy tits sliding over my still warm climax, I kiss her hard on the mouth.

Tasting myself. Tasting her.

Tasting us.

“I probably should’ve done that ages ago,” she half-laughs, half shivers. Her own body trembling with a need for her favor returned.

But as much as I agree, I want our first time…her first time to be magical.

And while everything I’m feeling is nothing but magic, I know we can do better than this apartment.

“You don’t have to go to work, Krissy,” I murmur, stroking her hair as I remind her that I meant what I said.

She’s mine now, which means the only work I want to see from her is those pretty hands and faces working my cock.

Working easily toward her own shuddering orgasms courtesy of yours truly.

But she’s as determined to be stubborn in that department as she is to explore my anatomy. And once she checks the time again, I know it’s all gonna have to wait.

She’s made her mind up about a lot of things in a few hours, and her going to work to pay her own way is no different in her mind than her wanting to be with me.

To be mine.

I don’t understand it personally, but damn, if she isn’t every bit as cute when she’s determined and stubborn as she is when she’s mad.

There’s not a mood or an expression Krissy could make that I don’t like.

And it’s once she snaps her fingers in front of my eyes, that I realize I’ve zoned.

I don’t just like her…I fucking love her.

“Earth to Ethan? Did you hear me? I gotta shower and get ready,” she says, wincing a little because she knows neither of us wanna get out of bed or go anywhere except back to where we were just now.

Doing what feels right.

“Can we meet up when I finish work?” she asks, tearing herself away from me and up out of bed.

I figure if she really wants to go to work, fine.

“Meet up when you finish?” I ask her in reply. “If you’re going to work, then I’m coming with you.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Krissy

Some girls who work slots bring a plate of something if it’s someone’s birthday, or they have a special coffee mug that no one else is allowed to use.

Me?

Well, today, I’m bringing six-foot-eight Ethan Silverthorne to work.

Whether I like it or not.

I tried explaining things as I quickly showered and changed, but all the while, Ethan just stood there.

His massive cock twitching at full attention, drooling more of what he knows I’m already addicted to and trying to change my mind.

But I meant it when I said it, it’s my mess with the rent situation, and I’m gonna clean it up.

But the mess Ethan wants to make instead is more than just a little tempting.

So, figuring there’s no use arguing with the guy, I tell him he can hang out in the slots lounge, but I’ll need him to keep his hands to himself if I’m gonna get any work done.

“I don’t wanna get fired,” I tell him, but he only seems to delight in my predicament.

It's almost as if he knows full well it’s only a matter of time before I give in, like surrendering to more than just his beautiful dick too.

He’s waiting for me to admit that I can’t wait to let him look after me the way I know he wants to and spoil me both in and out of the bedroom.

Ethan doesn’t ride the bus, and I’m running too late by the time I’m ready to walk, so Ethan does what he does best.


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