Raising His Angel Read Online Jenna Rose

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Forbidden, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 20
Estimated words: 18927 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 95(@200wpm)___ 76(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
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“You’re so fucking sexy,” I growl, fucking her harder—faster. I kiss down her neck to her tit and take her nipple in between my lips and suck it.

I’ve never had a pussy so perfect in my life, and I know for a fact there isn’t a more perfect pussy out there.

“So are you,” she whimpers.

Every bit of hesitation I had before this seems to have been wiped away. It’s like a dam inside me was exploded and my desires have been completely unleashed. I want to worship at the altar of her body, spend endless amounts of attention on her perfect breasts, and devote hours and hours of time to pleasuring her pussy.

I can feel my climax rising up inside of me. The rational part of me knows that I should probably pull out, but I can feel Mandy’s body beginning to shake beneath me, which means she’s getting close too.

And I also feel the completely irrational, man part of me screaming that I should coat her little cunt with my cum and fully complete the process of claiming her as mine. Pulling out of her as I finish would just totally ruin the experience. There’s no way I can do that.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” I grunt, thrusting hard, watching her tits bounce with each and every stroke. “I can’t believe you take it so well.”

“I love it, Daddy,” she says, sucking her lower lip at me. “I’m so close again.”

“I am too,” I growl. “Fuck, baby. You’re so goddamn good.”

I lean down and lock lips with her as I bury my cock deep inside her pussy. She screams into my mouth as she goes off, and as her climax rocks her, my own orgasm hits me like a freight train.

It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. My cock explodes, unloading a torrent of my warm seed that completely fills her up. I can feel it leaking out as I hold it there as she shakes, the walls of her cunt clenched around my girth, accepting everything I give her.

It’s unreal. It’s perfection.

We rock together as we both start to come down. Slowly, our lips twist into smiles, and our eyes meet. My cock is still hard, and I could probably fuck her again, but this is her first time, and I should probably give her a chance to recuperate. I slowly slide out and hear the sound of my cum dripping out and landing on the floor.

“Wow,” Mandy whispers. “That…was incredible.”

“It sure was,” I chuckle. “I told you it wouldn’t hurt like that girl’s silly boyfriend.”

Mandy giggles. “You were right, Daddy. Of course you’d be better than some silly 18-year-old boy.”

I lean down to kiss her, but before I can, Mandy is already up and on her feet and walking over to the stove.

“What are you doing?” I ask her. She looks at me like I’ve just asked her the stupidest question in the world.

“What do you mean, Daddy? I still have to make you dinner.”

With a smile, she turns back to the counter and gets back to work. Yeah, I really am the luckiest guy in the world.

5

Mandy

I’ve never cooked naked before, but it’s turning me on—despite the fact that I just had sex.

Cooper looks like an emperor sitting across from me, sipping from his glass of whiskey, the slightest grin on his face as he watches me. His eyes are just so gorgeous. His body is covered with a thin layer of sweat from what we just did, enhancing the look of his muscles. I guess it’s kind of like how bodybuilders oil themselves up before a competition.

I finish chopping the last tomato and add it to the simmering sauce and start on the basil.

“So you learned this in Italy?” he asks.

“Yup.” I nod with a smile. “All the girls wanted to go to this really famous restaurant, but I wanted to try this cute little hole-in-the-wall place, so just Sarah and I went. And it was so good, and the old man who ran the place was so nice that he asked me if I wanted to know his secret recipe.”

“Wow.” Daddy smiles. “You must have made quite the impression.”

“Well, he left out the crucial ingredient, of course,” I laugh. “But it’s still really good.”

This is the first time I’ve actually truly cooked for anybody before. Sure, I’ve heated things up for Daddy before—frozen pizzas or Pop-Tarts or packaged Ramen or things like that—but I’ve never actually made anything from scratch before. And I have to say, it feels incredible.

Maybe it’s coming back from Italy that’s made me want to cook for Daddy—seeing so many of the old Italian mothers cooking for their men. Even a few of them asked me directly if I cooked for my man.

I had to confess that one, I didn’t have a man, and two, I didn’t know how to cook.


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