My Dad’s Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo #3) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Touch of Taboo Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
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I can’t tell him that, though. It’s my problem if I can’t separate sex and my complicated feelings for Jonas. Just like it was my problem that I’ve spent countless masturbation sessions in the last six years thinking about him instead of literally any other person on the plant. My problem, not his.

If I tell him that, though, he’ll make it his problem. I already know him well enough to know that. No one who checks in as often as he does would be willing to go forward with this if he thought my heart might get involved at some point. He’s kind of an ass, but he’s not needlessly cruel.

He finally nods. “In that case, you’re going to come on your Daddy’s tongue, and then I’m going to fuck you awake nice and slow.”

I spread my legs even wider. “That sounds nice.”

“Mmhmm.” He descends back to my pussy, withdrawing his fingers and replacing them with his tongue. I won’t get off from this alone, but it feels so delightfully filthy to have him tongue-fucking me that I moan and keep playing with my breasts. Only to have Jonas shift back and nip my thigh. “Be quiet, baby girl. No one knows I spent the night in here.”

Desire flares even hotter. I bite my bottom lip. “Then…”

“Yes?”

“Shouldn’t you be under the covers?” I make a show of looking at the door. “You know, just in case.”

He gives me a stern look. “I won’t be able to cover your mouth. You have to actually be good this time.”

“I will. I promise.”

He pulls just the sheet up over his head, letting it pool at my waist. I can still clearly see the outline of his body, but that just makes me squirm more. Because we’re doing a shitty job of being sneaky, and I love that we can’t be bothered to do it properly.

Jonas keeps up those drugging kisses to my pussy. Fucking me with his tongue and then licking his way up my folds to rub his tongue against my clit. I bite my lip hard to keep my moans inside, but I can’t hide how ragged my breathing is. Who knew I had a shame kink? Not me.

My phone rings.

We both freeze, startled at the real-world intrusion into our fantasy. I gulp in a breath. “Let me silence that.”

“Answer it.”

I lift up the sheet to stare down at him. “What?”

“If you want to.” He holds my gaze and drags his tongue over my pussy.

Oh, I want to. I twist and manage to reach the nightstand without dislodging him. Not that Jonas is going anywhere. He’s too busy eating me out as if he hasn’t a care in the world. I look at my phone and cringe. It’s the guy I went on two dates with before I realized that there just wasn’t a spark. I already told him it wouldn’t work for me, but apparently he doesn’t agree. “I’m not answering this.”

“Why not?” An idle question.

“A guy who can’t take no for an answer.”

Suddenly, I have Jonas’s full attention. “He bothering you?”

“Yes, but not like you mean.” The call goes to voicemail, and I breathe a sigh of relief. “We just went out a few times. It wasn’t there for me, but apparently he thinks he can argue his way into chemistry. We’ve had the same conversation three times and I’m over it.” In my hand, my phone starts going off again. I glare at it. “I’m going to block his number.”

“Or you could answer.” He rubs his face against my thigh. “And, just for a few minutes, you wouldn’t have to be quiet.”

Realization rolls through me. “You want to make me orgasm while he listens?”

“It’s one way to get the point across.”

I can’t stop from smiling a little. “That’s a very asshole thing to do.”

“So is calling a woman who’s not interested in you two times in a row at seven in the morning on a Saturday.”

I can’t exactly argue that. The call ends…and he immediately calls back. That decides me. I settle back on the bed. “Make me come, Daddy.” I hit the answer button and toss the phone a little to the side. I can hear the guy talking, but I don’t care because Jonas’s mouth is back on my pussy and, this time, he’s not fucking around.

14

Jonas shifts up to tongue my clit and pushes two fingers into me, unerringly finding my G-spot. Instantly, I’m melting even as pleasure surges higher. “Fuck, that feels good.” Too good. It’s coming on too fast, but I can’t stop, I don’t want to stop, I never want to stop. I orgasm hard enough to bow my back and cry out far too loud. If we weren’t alone in the house, we’d be caught for certain.

I’m not done, though.

I pull him up my body, and he doesn’t fight me as I push him onto his back and climb on top of him. I hear a tinny voice from my phone, but I don’t care about that anymore. I need Jonas inside me and I need it now. For his part, he’s meeting my frenzy and then some. His hands are everywhere, gripping my ass to pull me forward to line up with his cock, stroking up my sides, cupping my breasts so he can lean up and capture first one nipple and then the other in his mouth. The whole lower half of his face is wet from my orgasm, and I push him down and kiss him as I work myself onto his cock. The stretch feels particularly dirty—particularly good—and I don’t stop to give myself time. I simply take him all as I taste myself on his tongue.



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