Sleepover With My Best Friend’s Dad Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 47615 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 238(@200wpm)___ 190(@250wpm)___ 159(@300wpm)
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It feels like Jen’s the only thing on my mind now, and with her still out of reach, it’s a long few hours before the house goes quiet.

And it feels like even longer before I sense someone moving through the darkness of the otherwise sleeping house.

Sleep I know I’ll never see again until Jen’s all mine. Not until I can finish what we almost started out at the pool earlier, staking my claim and then making her mine for good.

My heart is in my throat. My now permanent hard-on for her is still peeking out over the top of my shorts.

It’s like radar sending a hot and throbbing ping all the way up my spine when I see Jen slowly pushing the bedroom door open.

I knew she’d come. She’s a smart girl, and there’s no denying the unavoidable attraction between us any longer.

Not for one second.

I try to keep my voice down. But the sound of me telling her how much I need her sounds like I’m shouting it.

Even though I can still hear the gentle whoosh of the air conditioning, every sound we make has the element of danger broadcasting with it, which is only adding to the thrill of having her in my arms.

Finally….

I kiss her, and feeling just how hard and deep she kisses back, I know we’re not going to spend however much time we have holding hands and trading spit.

I lift her up and carry her over to the bed.

As I lay her down on our bed now, scanning her thick body as she writhes silently in anticipation.

I watch my hands start to undress her until she’s down to nothing but those sheer panties that seem to glow white hot in the darkness.

Her mouth opens and closes silently between gasps as if she wants to say something.

Trying to tell me something.

She doesn’t need to say a word, though. I know what she needs and what I wanted since the second I laid eyes on her for the first time in years.

No more games either. This is what we both need, and right now.

Pushing her knees apart, I slide the flat of my palm up the inside of her quivering thigh. My thick finger runs under the edge of her panties, making her gasp louder and whisper, “Fuck!” as I feel just how wet she is for me underneath.

I waste no time in positioning myself by the side of the bed, pulling her by the ankles, which I hook over my shoulders, yanking her panties to one side.

My whole mouth covers her sweet, sodden sex in one movement, making both of us groan loudly.

Her body stiffens as she swears again, and my hands move under her perfect ass to hold my prize closer to my lips.

Squeezing her behind as my mouth starts to explore her tight, glistening hole. My tongue, feeling and tasting her for the first time.

Making me growl again, the hunger for her inside me uncontrollable by now.

Jen’s hand brushes my face as she yanks at her own panties, sounding frustrated but also hornier than hell once the thin fabric and seams trace over her arousal.

She jumps a little but hums with satisfaction at the sound of me tearing the thin fabric with my teeth. My neck, drawing back as I pull them off her.

Knowing she won’t be needing them anytime soon, or ever again if I have my way.

It might be my only rule: No panties when we’re alone.

The thought pleases me as I feel her hot, thick thighs pressed hard against my face.

Her hands grip my hair. Her stifled moans and whimpers let me know she’s finally getting what she so badly needs.

Fuck, she tastes so good. She feels so good—all of her.

With her smooth skin under my fingers, and her slick valley filling my senses, I feel my need to be inside her like never before.

But her rapid, short breaths and already streaming essence tell me it’s ladies first.

Tonight especially, it’s our night.

“Wanna come?” I croon in a whisper, not even having to look up when I feel her whole body jerking as she nods her head.

Trying to keep quiet, but literally begging me to eat her so she can come for me.

I need her to come in my mouth so I can taste and feel even more of her.

“Kane,” she rasps, clutching at my hair so hard it feels like she’s pulling it out by the roots.

But I’m on it.

I want her to climax for me as bad as she wants to right now. It’ll be the first of many if this heat between us is anything to go by.

Crimping her swollen little clit between my lips, my tongue circles it slowly but firmly.

She grunts again, trying to say something, but once my hands shift back to her front, spreading her creamy pussy lips wide apart, with just one of my fingers probing her twitching entrance.



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