Claimed by the Hollywood Heartthrob Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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If somebody tried to walk in here and listen or, worse, look at my woman, I’d kill them.

I can’t stop, can’t even try to stop, not with her hand pushed against my throbbing need.

“Bite down on my shirt if you need to moan,” I growl, grabbing onto her thigh with one hand and her ass with the other.

Her ass is as full and juicy as I knew it’d be, letting me sink my hands into her flesh. I squeeze and let out a shivering growl, hardly able to hold back a primal howl when I feel just how full she is.

My hand grinds up against her inner thigh, getting hotter and hotter the closer I get to her sex. It’s like I can feel her wet desire, calling to me, tempting me.

“Don’t make any noise,” I snarl. “We can’t risk anyone hearing you.”

Her eyes widen in a flash, and for a second she looks like she’s about to say something.

But my excitable young thing melts for me when I finally push my hand against her center. I grind the heel of my hand against her lips, feeling them press against her pants. She’s so goddamn wet, seeping through the material of her pants.

I let out another growl and slide my hand up, to her pants, and shove my hand down the front in a quick motion. She whimpers and quickly moves her hands to the button, undoing it.

“I can’t afford for these to tear,” she whispers, voice shivering.

Afford? I almost roar.

She never has to worry about affording anything again. She never has to want for anything for the rest of her life. She’s going to have her finances sorted, her security assured because I’m going to claim her, own her.

But I can’t let myself blurt all that out.

She can’t know how willing I am to bankroll her future – our future – because that might change how she behaves toward me. Plus, if I started ranting about babies and houses and a life together, she’d probably think I’m insane.

Soon, but not now, I can’t think about any of that because my hand is spreading across her soaked pussy.

Wetness has filled her panties, and her hole is drenched, seeping out more wetness as I grind the heel of my hand against her clit.

“Don’t worry about me,” I whisper in her ear, as her hand claws blindly at the front of my pants. “Just worry about creaming like the horny thing you are. Come on, Bria. Fucking cream for me. Fucking squirt all over my hand.”

I pump her faster, leaning back so I can stare at her as she trembles helplessly against the door. Her eyes are half-lidded, her whole body trembling. There’s a shyness to the movements, as though she can’t bring herself to fully let go.

Faster, harder, I move my hand, so much precome leaking out of my massive ten-inch dick, my boxers getting sticky.

“Look at me as you come,” I snap. “Open. Your. Fucking. Eyes.”

I can tell how much effort it takes for her to force her eyes open, how difficult it is for her to watch me as I pleasure her. But I don’t give a damn, not when she gets all wide-eyed and pouty, not when she looks like a shy excited thing ready to take everything I have.

“Are you going to come?” I snarl, moving my hand down and slipping my finger into her slit.

Fuck.

She’s even tighter than I thought she’d be, hot and wet and inviting.

When I slip into her, she loses it, gasping and clamping her hand over her mouth. She stares at me almost like she’s begging me to stop and keep going at the same time… but I know she’d whimper insistently if I dared to stop my movements now.

I knew she wouldn’t be able to resist indulging in our pleasure.

Deeper and deeper I push inside of her, feeling her hot channel grip onto my finger. It’s like her body’s trying to tell me how tight she’ll be when I claim her fully, trying to goad me into pulling out my massive cock and driving up into her hole.

I’d fuck her so goddamn savagely right now, bend over the toilet, slamming into her so she’s almost lurching forward against the tank.

But no, that’s the problem.

We’re in public and I know it’s either all or nothing, brutal and possessive or no nothing at all.

Yet…

Can I really fight this urge, this feeling burning through me as she begins to whimper and twitch?

“That’s it,” I snap. “Come like the obedient girl you are. Squirt all over this finger, you horny eighteen year old fucking angel.”

There’s so much truth in that word, so much withheld destiny, so much crazy shit in the world angel. It’s what she is, fallen into my life, changing who I am and how I think forever.



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