Texting My Dad’s Best Friend Read Online Flora Ferrari

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My body thrums at the thought, her elegant black dress, modest yet just a touch of sexiness, enough to hint at the naked curves beneath, to hint at her perfect shape.

Yes, I write. You looked sexy AND beautiful, Brooke.

Even my hair?

I chuckle, the sound carrying this late at night.

Yes, your hair included, but only because I would’ve made it messy for myself.

Across the night, I hear her laugh, a sweet noise, slipping into my room.

I heard that I send over quickly.

I’m such a dork. I didn’t mean to laugh THAT loud.

You’re not a dork. You’re my woman.

Um…can’t I be a dork and your woman?

I grin. Okay, maybe that’s true. But if you’re a dork – and I’m not saying you are – you’re the most beautiful, sexiest, hottest, kind, caring, clever, talented, going-places dork I’ve ever met.

Is it your mission to make me cry tonight?

I just want to see you so badly, I type, then stare at the message.

I know it’s a dangerous thing to send her. I felt her eyes on me during the party, the same way my eyes could never leave her.

Only the thought of how obvious I was making it made me stop…and how Gil would react if he noticed.

But I click send anyway. I can’t stop myself.

Or maybe that’s an excuse. Maybe it always was.

I want to see you too. I’m almost tempted to ask you to meet at our spot. LOL.

I read the ‘LOL’ at the end, wondering if she put that so it can seem like a joke…but she really wants it, as intensely as I do.

She wants to walk through the night together as everybody else sleeps, pressing our bodies closer so we can feel the irrepressible heat.

Then let’s go, I write, then send it immediately. Or we could meet at that pond…we could kiss there, make up for the party.

My cock twitches, my head going hazy, as a deep instinct of shame hits me. But it’s not strong enough to override the rest of it, the pulsing desire to possess, the roaring in my head, my balls growing fuller, and my manhood getting stiffer.

I thought we were being good? she replies.

I’ve tried, I tell her, though I’m not sure that’s true.

I’m not sure I ever could try with my woman.

She’s too irresistible, every inch of her body, every thought from her gorgeous mind.

But I need you. I want to tell you in person how much you mean to me. You need to know it’s the truth, and you need to hear me say it.

Excuses are stacked upon excuses, and yet I send the message anyway.

My thoughts are turning to the time we almost kissed, her eyes wide as she stared up at me, her lips parted as if to tell me she was ready.

I wondered if I was wrong, but now that seems crazy.

As if I could ever get that wrong.

I want that, she sends. But do you think we can control ourselves?

I let out a shuddering breath at that, thinking of her at the party, her styled hair begging for me to make it messy, her form-hugging dress crying out for my hands to smooth down her dress and tear at the hem, revealing her legs.

Yes, I reply. We can.

But I’m not sure it’s the truth.

I wait for her at the edge of the trees. It’s deep nighttime; everybody is asleep, and the world seems unbelievably quiet.

There are so many chances for me to stop and end this. My gaze moves over the ocean, the bright stars glistening from a cloudless sky.

Then I spot her, and I know I’m never going to be able to end it.

She’s wearing a long dress, settling against her body, giving me a preview of her cleavage. I can make out the shape of her thighs beneath the fabric as she walks, one then the other, making me want to grab her perfect flesh and massage, obsess, and indulge.

“Brooke,” I whisper as she’s about to walk by me.

She stops and turns.

There’s a moment where she looks unsure as if she knows we have to stop, but then a smile spreads across her face, and she steps forward.

I couldn’t turn away from her now, not for all the money in the world.

My arms wrap around her, emotion pumping in me as hungrily as the desire in my base. She makes the cutest noise of pleasure as we kiss, muffled between our lips, our mouths opening, tongues finding each other.

Her hands are on my cheeks when the kiss breaks off, her eyes staring directly into mine.

“Tell me you meant it,” she says breathily.

“Every word. I want you. I need you. Forever. Your body belongs to me. These hips….” I slip my hand down, squeezing possessively. “They’re mine. Your heart. Your soul. And your ass.”

I move my hand around again, my cock pulsing. It’s so hard, my balls swell, even more, my seed eager to escape.

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