Falling For My Mom’s Boss Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45531 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 228(@200wpm)___ 182(@250wpm)___ 152(@300wpm)
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“Is something wrong?” I snarl, unable to keep the savage intent out of my voice.

“N-no,” she whimpers. “Don’t…”

“Don’t?”

Her cheeks flush red. “Stop,” she finishes. “Don’t… stop.”

My cock aches at her words, more instincts instructing me to forgo this stage, to rush ahead to the part where I fuck her hard, fuck her so she can’t ever question who she belongs to. Pump my seed into her curvy body, so I know she’s going to get pregnant. Ignoring that thought for now, I drive my finger in and out of her hole, indulging in her wetness, her heat, and her pussy beginning to pulse around my finger.

“Get those plump tits out!” I breathe huskily, my words trembling as much as my resolve to take this slow. “I need to see them bounce as you cream for me.”

Her hands flutter nervously at her shirt, fidgeting with the buttons as her body pulses up and down in time with my hand. When she reveals her lacy white bra, I almost lose it. Her breasts are round and large, her bra emphasizing their gorgeous size. She leans forward, reaches around, and unclips it.

Every movement is slightly skittish. I can read her nerves. I want to tell her she never has to be nervous. She’s too flawless for that, but then I suspect that would lead me to other things, like telling her the entire truth of my intentions.

Now I can’t think. All I can do is stare as her breasts spill free, round, and full, so much to play with, so much beauty to savor and obsess over. She turns her face to the side as she lies back down, her breasts bouncing.

“Look at me,” I command.

She flinches and returns her gaze to mine.

“You’re beautiful,” I tell her, moving my finger slickly, then holding it inside of her and making possessive circles deep inside. “Every. Single. Inch.”

When she still doesn’t look convinced, I lean down and take one of her breasts in my mouth, massaging the other with my free hand.

My cock won’t tolerate this for much longer, not when I massage her full flesh, not when I taste her nipple and feel it get all excited with her lust. I suck harder, swirling my tongue around her nipple. Her moans tell me she’s getting close, so I pick up the pace with my finger, knowing I won’t be able to stop once I’ve felt her sopping hole get even wetter.

I’ll tear off her dress, carry her into the bedroom, maybe bend her over so I can see her bare ass cheeks shimmering for me with each thrust. I’ll take her on her back first, so she knows she isn’t some cheap lay… so she knows this is the real thing, but after, I’ll bend her over so I can see her sweet ass.

The thought causes more precome to surge from my dick, harder than it’s been as if any second it will break my zipper to be closer to my woman.

She runs her hands through my hair, down my neck.

“Yes,” she moans, with a hint of nervousness. It’s not enough to hold her back. “Yes, yes, yes.”

Her sweet moaning gets louder as I swirl my finger with more ferocity, her hole pulsing, tension capturing her body. She’s close. I can almost smell how close she is, teetering on the edge, her orgasm beckoning.

Then she gasps, and I have to lean forward, releasing her breasts. I stare down at her—her breasts red from my attention, her flush spreading up her neck and over her cheeks. Her eyes are wide and glistening as she jostles up and down, every part of her bouncing, quavering in the throes of her release.

Her pussy releases all her pleasure, the orgasm turning her moans into gasping breaths. In the end, she chases her own euphoria, confidence imbuing her movements as her hips follow the rhythm of my finger.

“That’s it. Make your pussy nice and creamy for me. You’re going to take it all, Maddie.”

She shudders as the orgasm comes to an end. Then her body slows down. There are a few aftershocks that are as enthralling as the release itself. It’s as if the ecstasy won’t release her as she shifts from side to side.

Finally, I remove my hand. The urge strikes me to reach up and suck her juices from my finger. It feels like an ancient impulse, an animal drive to claim her scent, her taste, her everything.

Reaching down, I loop one arm under her knees and cradle her back with the other. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, clinging on tightly.

“Where are we going?” she whispers.

“Where do you think?”

I walk across the apartment, kicking the bedroom door open, passing the desk with mine and Maddie’s notes on it from the interview. The bedroom is simple. It has a bed and a mattress. That’s all I care about it. I lay her down gently, then stand up, my hand going for my belt.


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