Texting My Dad’s Best Friend Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46202 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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Tasting her is the most important thing.

Leaning over the bed, I let go of her clit, grip her thighs again, and then open my mouth wide and taste as much of her as I can.

I push my upper lip against her clit and my lower against her entrance. I greedily dart my tongue up and down her folds and to her clit, and all over her pussy.

I groan through the frantic licking, tasting her juices, sweet and welcome and mine.

Her hips start to move back and forth, getting quicker when I move my tongue to her clit.

I attack her young attention-seeking clit with my tongue, moving it quicker as her moans get louder, driving me on.

Her tanginess, moans, and movement of her body…all combine to make my cock somehow, impossibly harder. I’m flooded with seed, right up to my engorged end, my helm bulging, precome leaking out, my seed roaring at me to drive up into her ready-as-fuck pussy.

Her moans change quality, as though she can’t find enough air to produce them anymore.

She’s almost bucking against me now. She drags her hips up and down as I move my mouth to keep pace with her.

I hold her thighs firmly, pulling her toward me as I slip my tongue from her clit to her entrance.

I drive my tongue inside of her, her taste coating me, washing into my mouth. She’s warm and sticky and so excited her pussy doesn’t stop, overflowing with lust.

I can feel how tight she is as I make my tongue erect, pushing in, eager to taste even more.

I close my eyes as I remove my tongue, guiding it back to her clit, listening intently to the way her moans change.

I can track the pleasure thundering through her young, ready body. I can feel the need in each catch of her breath, in the way her moans start to get quicker and quicker.

She yelps when I growl, pulling her even closer, moving my tongue so quickly up and down over her clit, that my tongue starts to ache.

But I don’t care.

Wild animals could be hunting me right now, and I wouldn’t stop.

A bomb could go off outside, and I wouldn’t even realize.

All I want is to feel, hear, and taste her finally let go, the way she’s described during our texting.

Her moans stop, but I keep going, flickering my tongue as her pussy gets even tastily tangier. I can feel how close she is, her pussy pumping more wetness, her legs going stiff like she’s gathering all her energy to let it go.

And then she finally releases, letting out a ball-tightening moan.

I smooth my hands around to her ass, wedging them between her and the sheets, greedily grabbing as I lick her with even more passion.

Her young, eager core pulses with her cream, soaking her pussy even more.

I resist the urge to move my tongue down, not willing to risk letting go of her clit even for a moment. Her moans are too fierce, too certain, too hot for me to risk losing.

Finally, her crazed hips start to slow down, the after-tremors of the orgasm making her shiver a little.

I lean back, staring at her, my mouth flooded with her taste. My cock has never been harder, never closer to an eruption, every inch swollen with the need to drive into her hole.

But then she makes a noise, not a moan.

It’s like the word no but caught in her throat.

I look to find her staring wide-eyed down at me. But it’s not that lust-driven wideness of her eyes, the one that drives me even more feral. This is something else.

“What’s wrong?” I ask.

“I… I need a second,” she murmurs, quickly standing up.

I do the same, watching as she leans down to scoop up her pants. My gut tightens at that, and my seed roars at me to turn full animal, throw her on the bed, bend her over, and slip in between those round ass cheeks and drive deep.

But then she’s gone, walking into the ensuite, leaving me to wonder what’s wrong.

My phone buzzes from my pocket.

It’s Danielle.

I know this is lame, she texts. But I can’t say this to your face. Please don’t think I’m pathetic.

Holding my phone, I walk to the door. “I could never think that.”

She laughs quietly from behind the door.

Don’t be so sure.

I almost tell her to speak to me, but then I stop.

This must be big.

Is it about Max?

What a dickhead I am. This is the first time I’ve thought of him since we came in here.

But how was I supposed to think about anything else, even for a moment, when she was being so mind-bendingly hot?

“What is it?” I say, looking down at my phone.

The three dots appear, vanish, then appear again.

I move closer to the door, sure I can hear her thumbs tapping frantically, pausing, tapping again.


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