Punished by My Mom’s Boyfriend (Forbidden Fantasies #79) 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: 31
Estimated words: 28709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
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I choke back a laugh, tears coming to my eyes.

“I know, and I’m sorry,” I say again, my heart lifting with hope at his funny analogy. “Will you forgive me?”

Brant sighs again, but then moves to take a seat next to me on the couch and pulls me into his warm embrace.

“I do, Peyton,” he murmurs into my hair, his chest broad and strong as I melt against that huge form. “You may be a crazy person, but you’re my kind of crazy.”

Tears come to my eyes as I lean back to look at him.

“You mean it? You can overlook the bartending at a sex club, not to mention the anal prolapsing and the hare-brained scheme to get my mom and dad back together?”

He merely strokes my curls with one big hand, those blue eyes glimmering.

“I can overlook it. Or rather, I’m not going to overlook it, but I’m going to accept that as part of you. But no more bullshit,” he says in a stern voice. “I’m too old for this crap, and you’ll give me a heart attack if we keep going in this direction.”

With that I collapse into his arms, half-laughing and half-crying because I have the most wonderful man in the world before me. Brant Harrison is open-minded, non-judgmental, and most of all, he’s giving me a second chance. I don’t deserve it, I know. The crap I’ve pulled belongs in an angsty teenage drama where the characters are fifteen, but the good part is that that phase of my life is over now. I’m going to be a better person, and I’m going to make sure that Brant Harrison sees me at my best, instead of my worst.

“I promise you won’t regret this,” I murmur after leaning in for a deep kiss. “I’ll make it worth your while.”

The dark man merely chuckles and throws me a lopsided smile.

“Are you sure?” he growls roughly. “Old habits die hard, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, I’m sure,” I say while trailing a finger down his broad chest. “I promise, Daddy. No more drama. I’ll be a good girl from here on out.”

Then, our lips meet in another deep kiss even as my heart soars and my soul sings. After all, I plan to abide by my vow, which means that Brant Harrison is going to get the best version of Peyton there is, with no regrets, no reservations, and only a world of honesty and sincerity going forwards.

EPILOGUE

Peyton

Three months later.

I moan headily as Brant positions himself between my legs. My prolapse trembles in the air, and Brant doesn’t hesitate at all. The handsome man lowers his head and begins sucking and licking the jelly-like ball of flesh, groaning with arousal.

“Fuck you’re beautiful, baby,” he rasps. “I’ve never met a girl dirtier than you.”

I smile at him while tugging at my nipples.

“Then fuck my prolapse, Daddy. Show me how much you love me.”

The gorgeous older man doesn’t hesitate. He parts my thighs wider before pulling up, and then positions his cockhead at the bulbous mass of flesh. His cock is weeping already, thick and veiny, and I moan deliriously as he pushes into the ruby-colored ball before entering my ass.

“Oh yes!” I scream. “Mmmm!”

“Fuck yeah,” Brant groans while beginning a deep rhythm in my anus. “You’re so fucking dirty and it turns me on so much.”

After all, Brant and I go at it non-stop in the sack even more than before. After our make-up conversation, I moved straight into his home. I know it’s jumping the gun, but I was staying in a Best Western and this made the most sense. Besides, Brant has plenty of space in his house and living together means that we can go at it like rabbits morning, noon and night. As a result, I packed my bags and it’s been great, actually. I’m not working at the moment, but Brant says to take my time finding a job. Meanwhile, I have gotten involved in the local community theater, and it’s nice to stretch my wings in the dramatic arts once again. I even have a new show coming up called Old Towne, and my boyfriend’s promised to come see me perform.

But the best part of our relationship is that it’s deepened. At first, I was on tenterhooks because it was so new. We were just getting to know each other, and yet we were living together full-time too. But after an initial flurry of non-stop sex, we settled into a nice rhythm. Brant still cleans pools, but he’s home every day around five p.m., and by then, I’ll have dinner ready on the table. We eat together while conversing like normal adults, and then repair to the bedroom before making the walls shake. If you ask me, this is the perfect set-up, and I’d say that my man agrees as well.



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