Intern For My Best Friend's Dad: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance by Flora Ferrari (lightweight ebook reader .TXT) 📗

My massive cock springs up, all eleven-some inches of it bulging with veins and tension and withheld desire. I bring my other hand to the helm, mixing her thick white cream with my precome, stroking it up and down the length so that my entire meaty cock is glistening with our combined juices.

She turns and lowers herself to her knees, looking at me with those fuck-me eyes.

“You’re so big,” she murmurs, staring captivated. “How will I ever—”

“Enough talk,” I growl, letting out the hungry monster inside of me, the beast I’ll only ever show to my lady. “Get your creamy virgin tits out. Now.”

She gasps and then grabs the front of her dress, pulling it down and adjusting it so that her ample breasts spill free.

I stare for long a moment as if my eyes are unable to process the full curvaceous beauty of what I’m seeing.

Her breasts are large and round and have a delicious droop to them, and yet her nipples are hard at the same time, making her look fertile and already full of milk.

She’s so damn womanly, so natural, so real.

I feel like a real fucking beast as my eyes track a few of her purple veins, bulging as if her body can’t wait to give herself to me.

“I know they’re—”

“They’re perfect,” I growl. “Now stroke my dick with one hand and pinch your needy pert nipples with the other. And if you even think about talking bad about yourself again, I’m going to spank you until you’re crying tears of pure fucking release.”

“Like this?” she moans, reaching out with her small delicate hand.

She grips the base of my cock and I let out a groan, staring at how tender her grip looks around my girth.

“And—your—tits,” I snarl. “Moan for me.”

She brings her other hand to her engorged nipple, twisting it and pinching it softly.

“Faster,” I growl.

My little virgin is a quick learner, pumping her fist up and down my cock, squeezing so hard I can imagine the heat of her palm is her creamy hole.

I move my gaze to her reddening nipples, to the way her fingers twist and tickle around them, making them harder and perkier with each moment.

The movement of her pumping hand causes her breasts to jiggle and dance for me, my mind twisting in savage ways as I take in the full majesty of my woman’s body.

“Who—do you—belong—to?” I growl, my words choked as everything inside of me starts to hone down to the very tip of my cock, an intimate buzzing and hum at the tip of my manhood growing and expanding so that every massive inch of me is drenched in her hand’s heat.

“You, baby,” she moans, staring up at me with those soulful eyes. “I’ll always belong to you. Only you. Only you.”

“Aim my dick at your tits,” I growl. “I need to mark you.”

She arches her back and keeps pumping her hand, my length hotter and hotter each moment.

When my release comes, it’s like I’ve been waiting all my life to feel this universe-sizzling heat inside of me, everything writhing up my length. My come shoots out in hot jets onto her breasts, spilling down their ample roundness, droplets of it clinging to her nipples as she keeps pumping her little hand.

“Good fucking girl,” I snarl, my breathing ragged. “Now rub it in.”

“Like this?” she murmurs, smoothing her hands over her tits, making her nipples glisten, making every round inch of me blaze with desire.

Afterward, we lie on the couch and I cradle her in my arms, moving my hands up and down her body. I have to be careful to do it idly, to not let the irrepressible desire become too strong and overpower my self-control. Everything in me roars to take her, to claim her like she deserves to be claimed.

“Am I going to wake up from this dream yet?” she murmurs, her voice sleepy as we sink deeper and deeper into the couch.

“Do you want to?” I ask.

“No,” she says. “Not even a little bit. I just wish …”

She trails off, but it’s not difficult to fill in the gap.

I just wish Caitlin wasn’t your daughter.

“Things were simpler?” I offer.

“Yeah,” she sighs. “But we’ll make it work, Solomon, won’t we?”

“I swear,” I tell her firmly. “One day, we’re going to have a house full of happy children. Maybe some of them will be artists, like you. Maybe some of them will be wild men like me. Whatever the case, they’re going to be happy and loved, and they’re never going to have to doubt that they belong. We’re going to give them that. We belong together.”

“I’ve always wanted to be with you,” she says. “But the reality is so much more complicated.”

“Do you want a life together?” I ask her, my voice husky and intense.

“Yes,” she says, shivering against me, her ass cheeks grinding against my manhood and starting me on the road to savagery again.

“Then everything is going to be okay.”

“Promise?” she whispers.

“I promise,” I tell her firmly. “It’s me and you now, Sophia. Forever.”

I chuckle grimly.

“I mean—shit. Do you really think I could lay eyes on those gorgeous tits of yours and walk away to let another man claim them?”

She giggles as I move my hand over her belly, trailing tickling fingers.

“Soon,” I tell her, “there’s going to be a baby in here. And we’ll look back on this and laugh at how much we worried.”

She brings her hand to mine, pressing it more firmly against her belly.

“I trust you,” she whispers. “I—”

I love you.

Is that what she was going to say?

I will her to say it so that I can say it in return.

But then she falls silent and I can’t be sure.

I bite down on the admission.

I don’t want to risk scaring her away, not now when she means so much to me.

“I’m going to be busy over the next few days,” I tell her, regret twisting my words and making them sound more like an animal’s growl.