Claimed By Her Best Friend’s Dad Read Online Flora Ferrari

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I’m lost in the red hot fury of my desire, leaning over her in my fantasy to smash my cock into her over and over again, feeling the sweet tightness of her soaked pussy, feeling how hungry for her own release she is.

My voice rises in the room, a strangled growl that makes me sound feral, like a beast is about to tear out of my skin and start sniffing and snarling its way around the bedroom.

“Fuck,” I grunt.

My hot seed surges up my shaft and explodes all over my hard muscled abs, the hot liquid dappling in the indentations of my muscles, coming to rest there and swiftly cooling as I pump out the last of my pleasure.

I let my head fall back for a moment, unclenching my jaw with an effort that’ll leave me aching all damn night.

I stand up and walk into the ensuite, the automatic lights switching on the moment my feet come into contact with the heated floors. I grab some toilet paper and quickly clean myself up, cursing myself silently for not being able to hold myself back.

But even now – a bare minute after I’ve exploded with thoughts of her – dreams of Jade are still hounding me, nipping at the edge of my mind and willing me to indulge in my carnal desires again.

I fight off the urge to grab my hardening cock and give myself another hot-seed-fueled explosion.

Instead, I strip off my underwear and step into the shower.

“On,” I growl. “Hot.”

I bow my head and let the beads of piping hot water spray down my body, in between my pectorals and over my abs, and then down onto my massive rock hard cock.

Already, she’s got me rock solid again, the thought of that big fucking eat-me-now ass.

Eat her. Now.

My seed roars from deep inside of me as the water scorches my skin and probably turns it red.

I can’t stop thinking about tasting her, about bending her over and burying my hands in that juicy ass, and then bringing my mouth to her eager slit and sliding my tongue inside of her, deep, deeper, so that there’s as little room between my taste buds and her juices as possible.

“Fuck,” I snarl. “Enough.”

I shower quickly and then pace around my penthouse apartment, stopping at the window and looking down on the city. A thousand lights glitter up at me, but all of them combined – goddamn it, even the sun – it’s nothing compared to the blistering light my queen ignites inside of me.

My eyes refocus and I see myself in the reflection of the glass, but then it shifts and all of a sudden Jade is standing next to me.

I imagine myself with my arm around her, and in her arms she’s cradling our newborn baby, smiling up at me and then down at our child.

And then my possessive mind twists again and I imagine that the baby is safe and sound in the bedroom, and I’ve got my sexy goddess on her back on the couch, completely naked, with milk squirting from her perky and lust hard nipples.

I bring my mouth to them and suck hard enough to make her moan and twitch against me, tasting the evidence of her motherhood, and then I kiss her so that she can taste it, too.

Oh, fuck …

Stop, I roar in my mind. You can’t get too excited again. You can’t waste any more of your seed.

But my mind is in overdrive now and I can’t stop.

I turn away from the window and pace back into the bedroom, lying naked on the silk sheets.

The tension in my manhood is back again as I imagine Jade letting her mother’s milk spill down over her breasts, making them even creamier and juicier.

I grab the sheets and ball my hands into fists, as though if I squeeze hard enough I won’t let my fantasy advance to the next step, where I tit-fuck her hard and then make her squirt her milk all over my precome-slick shaft, adding to its slickness so that it’s ready to slide hotly into her eager slit.

Calm. Down.

My hand strays down toward my cock …

And I leap up and stalk over to my walk-in closet, grabbing my gym gear and then basically running through the apartment to my private gym.

The only thing that even has a chance of distracting me is exercise.

I’ll work out like a demon until the gym is ankle deep with sweat.

And then maybe I’ll forget enough to sleep.

I laugh grimly as the gym lights click on automatically.

Forget Jade?

Yeah, right, as if that’s ever going to happen.

Chapter Seven

Jade

I glance at the clock – two AM – and stifle a yawn that I know is a complete and utter lie.

If I were to listen to the yawn and drag my exhausted body to bed, I just know that I’d lie awake, staring at the ceiling and letting the shadows dance and contort until they formed into the shape of Jamie.

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