My Boyfriend’s Possessive Daddy Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Taboo, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
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Frankly, I expected him to push back a bit. I had been anticipating some resistance or for Ethan to try to talk me out of my decision in some way. That he understands and is being so respectful and compassionate about my choice is a surprise. More than that, in another unexpected twist, it manages to turn me on even more than I already am. It shines a bit of light on the difference between how a real man treats a woman and an immature boy like Ben does.

Ethan is respectful of my choices and doesn’t seem to need to badger or berate me. He doesn’t try to bend me to his will. Ethan is treating me the way I’ve always wanted to be treated. The way I deserve to be treated. The way I’ve demanded but have never been treated by any of the men I’ve ever been with. Not that there have been many, but the few I’ve been with have never treated me with half as much respect and dignity that Ethan, a man I’ve known for like five minutes, is treating me. And I don’t know what to do with that.

Ethan cocks his head and looks at me, a curious expression on his face. “Are you okay?”

I nod, although I’m not entirely sure that I am. What I am right now is confused. When I walked in here, it was with a clear goal in mind—to keep things from going any further with Ethan. I made the decision that we couldn’t ever kiss again, mainly to protect myself. But standing here and seeing the sort of man he truly is, my resolve begins to waver. And it’s not just the lust within me speaking. Yes, my panties are dripping wet, but there’s more to it than just the physical sensations he inspires in me. It’s deeper. It’s emotional, and it’s complicated. And this I’m really not sure what to do with.

“What’s wrong, Elodie?”

“Nothing. It’s just … it’s nothing.”

He pauses, seemingly unwilling to push me to speak if I don’t want to share. But he gives me a small, encouraging nod, letting me know that I can talk to him without actually saying it. Our eyes meet and the physical sensations drown out the emotional noise, and my brain screams at me to turn around and walk out of there. It’s telling me I’ve said what I came to say and now it’s time to go. My body, though, refuses to listen to my brain, and I’m paralyzed. Rooted to my spot. No matter how much I want to move, I just can’t.

“Was there something else?” he asks.

“No, it’s just … I …”

My body finally moves, and it’s like I’m floating above, watching myself as I walk over to Ethan and grab his face with both hands then kiss him with all the heat and passion I can muster. My tongue lashes his, and at first, he seems taken aback, and I fear I’ve overstepped. But then his large hands grip my waist and pull me closer to him. He rolls his tongue around mine, his kiss so intense, he nearly steals my breath. Ethan’s hands slide down my thighs and tug my sundress up to my waist just before he pulls me down onto his lap.

The moment my pulsing core brushes against this thick, rigid cock, a moan bursts from my mouth. Even through his slacks and my panties, I’m worried he can tell just how wet I am. If he does, he doesn’t say a word. Instead, he keeps kissing me as I grind against him. My body is filled with lightning and the electric sensation of rubbing my button against his dick is unlike anything I ever imagined. It’s light years different and better than when my own fingers dance across my clit.

A small squeal bursts from my lips when Ethan picks me up like I weigh nothing and sets me down on his desk. His warm brown eyes fixed on mine, the corner of his mouth curls upward as he sits back down in his chair and rolls forward. I shudder as his fingertips trail up my thighs, pushing my skirt up to my waist again. Lust burns in his eyes as he looks at me while he slips his fingers into the band of my panties.

I raise my hips, letting him pull them down, and draw in a sharp breath when he takes them off. I can’t believe this is happening. I can’t believe I’m letting this happen. More than anything, I can’t believe I want this to happen more than I’ve wanted anything in my entire life. As he tucks my panties into the pocket of his coat, he looks up at me, his eyes filled with hunger.

“Are you okay with this?” he asks.


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