Kidnapped by My Mom’s Ex – An Age Gap Romance Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 55912 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 280(@200wpm)___ 224(@250wpm)___ 186(@300wpm)
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I move my hand faster, smearing my palm over her wetness, pushing against her clit as I finger her deeper. She gasps and falls flat on her front.

“Turn over,” I say, my voice one of complete command now. I’m talking about control, but I don’t have control of myself. More than I thought, maybe because I don’t want to push her too hard. What if she touched my manhood? Would I be able to stop then?

I’m still shaking as she rolls over, lets out a whimper, and stares at me wide-eyed as if I’m the bad man I always suspected I might be.

With a grunt, I lean down and pull her underwear down. Then I tear off her top, revealing her large, perfect tits and tight, perfect nipples. I’m losing the ability to go slowly. I kneel quickly, push her tits together, start sucking and licking her nipples. Then I smooth my hand down her body, over her belly. She cringes when I touch her stomach.

“What’s wrong?” I grunt, leaning back slightly. Her nipples glimmer in the low light. Her eyes are like two anxious moons. Damn, I’ve never been so poetic before.

“Nothing. Just that’s not the part you’re interested in, is it?” She gestures at my hand on her belly. “I mean…”

“What the fuck are you talking about?”

She gasps and tries to move away, but I keep my hand on her stomach. I indulgently feel her curviness, sinking my hand into her fullness. “You can’t find that sexy.”

“Every part of you is sexy,” I’m almost roaring now, relieved soundproofing mode is still on. Neither Demon, nor anybody else, will be able to hear me. “Every. Single. Part. Your curvy belly. Your perfect, plump tits. Your soaked pussy. Your wide, tough, scared eyes. The nervous flush in your cheeks. Everything.”

I realize I’m rubbing her belly, luxuriating in her sensuality and the idea that, one day, she’ll swell with my child, with our future.

She leans up and blinks nervously. Then that just-Lena toughness shapes her lips. She leans forward even more and kisses me. I groan as I taste her again, massaging her belly momentarily before sliding down to her core. She’s even wetter than a few moments ago. Her thighs are slick.

I press my palm against her clit and slip my finger inside her. She’s so receptive to me. She starts twitching against my hand as I finger her deeper. Her kiss gets frantic. She finds my tongue eagerly. Our teeth buck together like she can’t contain herself for much longer.

I lean back, ending the kiss. It’s the only way I can remain in control. Slowly, gently, I slip my finger out of her. She bunches her fists into handfuls of the sheets, staring at me with every feature touched with lust. Her tits rise and fall with her heaving breaths.

“You’ll wait until I say you can,” I groan, reaching out and gently massaging her belly.

“You’re a bad, bad man.”

My skin shivers at her words. It’s how I’ve often thought of myself. I rub her belly, then gently squeeze it. She’s watching me closely. “You really like that, huh?”

“So do you,” I groan. “It’s just as sexy as your big, round ass and succulent tits. Maybe I’ll use your big, beautiful belly to punish you.”

“What do you mean?” she whispers, in that excited way.

I bring my hand down in a light spank on her belly. She sits up, eyes wide, shaking her head. Her eyes go up and down. It’s a confused expression. She knows this is weird, but she likes it, and I feel the damn same, too.

“Jamie,” she says, but not no.

“You’re a sexy, bad girl,” I growl, then spank her belly again. “I know this is getting you closer. I know this is making you wetter.” Again, her gorgeous body shakes for me. “You’ll melt for me when I finally touch your soaked slit.”

When I spank her again, she writhes on the bed, her legs moving with neediness. She tugs on the sheets. “Jamie.”

I softly stroke her belly, moving lower toward her crotch. “I could spend hours massaging every curvy inch of your body,” I snarl. “I’d be rock hard the entire time, then finally pound your pussy. Finally, I’d drive deep and stretch your tight hole out.”

“J-J-Jamie.”

“Say it.” I hold my hand near her clit. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Shyness grips her again. She’s always had to act so tough. Even before, when I was “with” her mom, she’d look out the window or stand at the door with a fuck-the-world look on her face. She groans. “Touch my pussy.”

“Say, please.” Lower, I brush her clit, and she moans. “Beg.”

“Touch my pussy, please, Jamie…”

I know I’ll never forget the sight of my woman completely melting for me. She falls back onto the mattress as I finger fuck her eager slit, pressing my palm against her clit. The buildup must’ve been insane for her. She’s shaking, causing the mattress to shake, the whole room, the whole world.


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