Professor Ink – Inked by Love Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45459 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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“Always.”

“I haven’t done anything except kiss a few boys. I’ve done none of this. What we’re doing.”

Fuck. I stand up. I turn away. I’m shaking all over.

“I’m sorry,” she says.

I spin toward her. “Don’t apologize for that.”

“Well, you sort of seemed mad.”

She folds her legs. Her thighs glisten in the bright overhead lights, showing her creaminess. “No, I-I stood up because I was going to fucking maul you, Ellie.”

“Huh? Do you like it? Is this part of the dirty talk?”

I nod, wishing I could tell her the truth, knowing I probably should, but it would scare her away. Returning to the chair, I kneel down, grabbing her thighs and pushing them apart. I stare in awe at her pussy, her pink hole fluttering, her folds swollen with lust. Her clit looks engorged and juicy, ready for more. She’s perfect.

“Your horny, wet, virgin pussy belongs to me. Can you say that for me?”

“Yes, sir. I can say anything for you.”

I smirk, looking up at her. She smiles back, beaming, and I know this connection means something. I know that, despite everything, the impossibility, we can make this work. Somehow, I’m sure of it.

“Say it,” I moan.

“My horny, w-wet, v-virgin pussy belongs to you, s-sir.”

She stutters as I kiss up her thigh, tasting her sweat, her skin, just her. I’m getting more addicted to her the closer I get to her core, feeling her wetness. My mouth is watering by the time I’ve reached her pussy.

I kiss the edge of her entrance. Her folds quiver, and I lick her, then brush against her clit, savoring every motion of her body, every moan that tells me she likes it. I circle her hole with my finger, massaging her heat and wetness. I’m about to push my finger inside her when there’s a heavy knock on the door.

“What is it?” I almost roar.

“Sorry, Max.” It’s Ben, sounding sheepish.

“Is Petey okay?”

I’m sure I feel Ellie smiling down at me. It’s a good feeling, my woman’s approval aimed at me, her love. Her love? Is that really what I think I’m feeling? She’s just happy I’m concerned about the cute little dog, that’s all.

“It’s not him. There’s a lady at the gate. Somebody called Jane. She wants to speak to Ellie.”

CHAPTER

ELEVEN

Ellie

I’m almost running down the long path, my breath struggling to catch up. My body’s still on fire from what Professor Stellar and I did, the kiss, the rest of it, his tongue on my body, and all that dirty talk. He owns me. I’m his virgin. It’s so hot, turning that point of anxiety into a good thing.

Maybe it’s just talk, but I like it. However, now, lo and behold, Aunt Jane has to get involved. I know being with my professor is wrong or against the rules. Fine, I get that, but it’s not as if I’m some dumb kid who’s making a blind decision. I know what I want and who I want. It’s not fair.

Jane is standing on the other side of the gate, her phone in her hand, on loudspeaker. I can hear Mom’s voice. I know it’s bad when I see the tears streaming down Jane’s face, her eyes bright red. “She’s here now.”

“Ellie? Ellie?” Mom yells.

I glance back at the house. Nobody has come outside, not Max or his friends. It’s just me and Jane and Mom shouting down the phone.

“I’m here.”

“Oh, God, what are you doing with that man?”

I stay silent, glaring at Jane. She shoots me a look, and through the tears, I’m sure I see a glint of victory like she’s gloating. Then again, I could just be seeing the worst. I can still taste Max on my lips.

“Why are you at Max Stellar’s house, Ellie?” Mom snaps.

“How did you know who he was?” I say, looking at Jane.

She lets out a long, bawling cry. It’s a horrible noise. It sends jagged spears of guilt into my belly, forever thinking she could be faking it. “He was my fiancé,” Jane moans.

“What? Your fiancé lives on the West Coast.”

“My first fiancé,” Jane hisses, grabbing the fence railing with her free hand. “Before you were born, Ellie. We met. We fell in love. It was like something out of a fairytale, the most perfect relationship you can imagine. It was pure… pure joy, and what would make it even better?”

“Oh, Jane,” Mom says down the phone, which seals it—the genuine emotion in Mom’s voice. The pain she feels for her sister.

“A baby,” Jane whispers, leaning against the railing. “I got pregnant while we were planning the wedding. Four months, but then I… Oh God, Ellie, I lost the baby.”

“I’m so sorry,” I whisper, struggling to believe any of this and accept it, but Mom doesn’t deny it.

“Max didn’t want me after that,” Jane says. “He was so cruel. He told me I’d killed his child. He said it was my fault. My body was rotten. I was broken. He said he couldn’t even stand to look at me, and once… he… he hit me.”


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