When You Know Read Online Jessa Kane

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Insta-Love, Novella, Virgin Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26471 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 132(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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This is bliss.

I’m all about giving her bliss, though.

Praise.

My beautiful, new girlfriend obviously craves the stuff and I’ve got plenty to give her, believe me. “How does it feel, Mandy?” I squeeze her ass cheeks in my hand, rolling her on my lap. “How does it feel to have the wettest, warmest little cunt in Boston?”

She shivers against me, head falling back, fingers flexing on my shoulders. Moaning.

I flex my hips and she tightens up like a vise. Mouth falling open, she starts riding me, her body moving with a mixture of lithe grace and youthful inexperience and both, Jesus, both of those qualities make my cock swell eagerly, unable to get enough.

I’ve found a work of art and I’m never letting her go.

“Damn, gorgeous, thought it would take a couple of rounds to break you in, but that sexy pussy knows what it needs, doesn’t it?” I lean in and lock my teeth around her jawline. “It needs strokes from your man’s cock. Such a sweet, sexy girl gets all the stroking she needs. Go get it, baby. Make Daddy blow his wad.”

She gasps my name and her hips begin rifling up and back, sinking me into the tight hole over and over and over and over and over. I’ve died and gone to fucking heaven. I have no idea why I called myself Daddy, except I sensed she would love it—and my God, I was right. She’s dripping all over my lap, panting, her titties bouncing in my chest hair. My balls are on fire with the need to come.

My head falls back against the seat and I strain to keep my seed from spraying inside of her—and my gaze lands on the screen of my phone, which is still recording. The groan that blasts out of my throat leaves it instantly sore. I’ve never seen anything like us. Like her. She pumps in my lap furiously, her tight tush flexing every time she’s fully impaled, as if trying to get the fullest grind possible. Overachiever.

The image is mind-blowing. I’ll see it every time I close my eyes forever.

“Look at my hot little girl go.” I slip my middle finger down the valley of her backside and push the tip of my finger up against her rear entrance. “Won’t be long before you get just as wet knowing I’m about to give you a cock in the ass.”

A flush climbs up her shoulders, neck and cheeks. The movements of her lower body start to go off course. Uneven. Desperate. “Bobby…it…it’s…I think it’s…”

“It’s okay to come when you’re on Daddy’s lap, Mandy. It’s going to be as beautiful as everything else you do.”

That bit of praise—and truth—causes her shoulders to lose their rigidity and she gets extra close, extra tight to my body and rubs her clit on the root of my dick, whining right against my mouth as she does it. And it’s a fucking good thing she hits her peak in that moment, because I can’t last another second. I press my finger more securely into her asshole, lift my hips and weather the best orgasm of my life.

“Mine, now. Mine. Mandy, you’re mine.”

I can hear my seed splashing onto the leather seat below, but it’s nearly drowned out by my hoarse roars of her name. The only woman’s name I’ll ever say again. Ever. The only one I’ll ever need on my tongue. With every blast of pleasure that rockets through my lower body, I become more deeply engrossed in her, obsessed. Possessive. Unhinged. My rational mind slips away and I’m left with someone that scares me a little. But nothing scares me more than losing Mandy now that I’ve found her. So I don’t question my new self.

I simply hold her close and count all the ways she’ll be mine forever.

four

Mandy

Two weeks later

I struggle to sit up in bed, my bleary eyes taking a moment to register the time on the digital clock across the room. Bobby’s bedroom. There’s no mistaking where I am. He’s everywhere. His half-drunk glass of water is on the bedside table. His scent is all over my skin. His teeth marks are on my thighs.

His engagement ring is on my finger. A teardrop diamond surrounded by peach morganite, because it reminds him of my eyes.

I have no idea what day it is.

If memories of the last two weeks weren’t burned into my brain, I would wonder if I’d dreamed up all of the beauty I’ve experienced…and the confusion.

My hearts starts to beat faster in my chest.

Visions of lovemaking fill my head. The headboard bouncing off the wall, his hands gripping my hair as he drives into me from behind. Water sluicing down his incredible chest in the shower while he pounds me up against the tile wall, my back squeaking, my voice cracking on a scream of his name. My God, I’ve screamed his name so many times, it echoes in my head.


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