Obsessed with the Man of the House (Forbidden Fantasies #86) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25663 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 128(@200wpm)___ 103(@250wpm)___ 86(@300wpm)
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“Daddy, you taste so good,” she moaned before swallowing heavily. Then, she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand before giving me a wink. “I want more.”

Before I could say anything, her head was back in my lap as she sucked my cock, but this time, her panties were off and that round rear end was raised in the air. Risking our lives, I let out a low moan before reaching one big hand to skim over her back before ducking into the wetness of her pussy.

“Fuck baby,” I moaned. “You’re going to kill us both. We’re going to get into a big accident, and –”

But then, I came again as Vanessa squealed with pleasure. Not only that, but the curvy girl’s pussy began trembling in my hands before erupting into a series of violent spasms.

“Mmph!” she screamed. “Ummph!”

Holy fuck, we both came like animals as the truck veered wildly to the right. But fortunately, I jerked us to the left right in time, even as a wild gush of female nectar coated my palm.

“Fuck,” I grunted. “Oh shit.”

Obviously, the sex didn’t stop once we got back. I had the curvy girl nude on my bed in a blink, and then proceeded to ravage her curves like she was the last woman on Earth. For me, she basically is too. At this point, my stepdaughter has me wrapped around her little finger, and she knows it.

But I haven’t forgotten about last night’s mystery, and as a result, I’m in the parking lot of Vanessa’s office building now. Earlier this morning, I left for work as usual, kissing the curvy girl in the kitchen before grabbing my coat.

“Have a good day!” she murmured with a smile. “I’ll miss you, Gray.”

“I’ll miss you too, baby,” I growled with one last wave. “Be home at around six.”

But instead of heading straight to the construction site, instead, I waited for a while until I saw Vanessa’s car pull out of the driveway. Then, I tailed her to her company’s headquarters, and now I sit in the parking lot, pondering my next steps.

Well, at least she really does work, the voice in my head speaks in a wry tone. She was dressed in office clothes too.

I nod glumly. It’s true. Vanessa was dressed in a black skirt and silky white blouse paired with tall black heels when she stepped out of the house. She resembled a sexy librarian, one that I’d like to bend over my desk before pushing deep into her sweltering pussy. But I force myself to stay in my seat, trying to think things through. My fingers grip the steering wheel, knuckles white.

You’ve already done enough, Thomas, the voice in my head speaks again. What more do you need to see? Vanessa’s busy.

Yeah, but why were those boys pointing and laughing last night then? the devil on my shoulder whispers in my ear. You need to talk to her. You need to get her in a place where she can’t give you a blowjob, bare a titty, or let you lick her pussy. Her office is the only place where sex won’t happen.

The devil is right, and with a grim look on my face, I get out of the truck. Vanessa and I need to have a serious conversation immediately, and if it has to take place here, with her co-workers nearby, then so be it.

I stalk to the front door, and to my surprise, there’s no one at reception. I know that Vanessa is an independent agent, meaning that she doesn’t have a contract with any of the large brokerages. But still, why isn’t there a secretary here to screen visitors?

I wander down the hallway, glancing into a nearby office. There’s no one inside, although there’s a computer humming on the desk, and an empty office chair. There are even papers on the desk, and they look like they could be listings from my vantage point. Then, my eyes catch sight of a closet door that’s slightly ajar, and sure enough, there are signs inside. They say “Vanessa Loudon, Real Estate Broker,” along with her license number and contact information. Perfect. This is definitely where she works.

But where is my sassy step? I move down the empty hallway again, my feet silent on the carpeted floors. It’s only then that muffled talking greets my ears, and I stop for a moment to listen. Who is that? It sounds like Vanessa’s voice, and my ears perk up. Yes, it’s definitely her, and my strides lengthen as I stride further down the hallway. Oddly, the entire building seems to be empty of people, but then again, I don’t know anything about real estate. Maybe all the other brokers are out, showing houses and meeting with clients.

I stop before a door that’s partially ajar, and pause for a moment. Yes, it’s definitely Vanessa’s voice inside and gently, I push open the wooden slab with the intent of peeking inside. But then, my heart stops as I stare at the scene before me because Vanessa’s there alright. But instead of talking with a co-worker, she’s crouching before a camera with her legs splayed with her skirt hitched up over her waist. Those librarian glasses are perched on the top of her head as she coos at a camera with the lens pointed at her slickly wet twat.


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