Imprisoned With my Best Friend’s Dad Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 55375 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 277(@200wpm)___ 222(@250wpm)___ 185(@300wpm)
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“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” I growl, grabbing her wrist and bringing it to my cock, stroking up and down, shuddering as I feel the heat of her palm. “Feel that, Emma?”

“Yes,” she says breathily.

“That’s just from looking at you. I feel like I’m going to explode.”

“I thought you were going to pretend it never happened.”

“You horny, cunning thing,” I groan when she strokes my manhood without me moving her hand, wrapping her palm around my thickness.

I kiss her again, the alarm getting quieter in my head, just like it did that night. The alarm that tells me this is the worst thing I could do to my best friend—the man who saved my life and whose life I saved. But she feels so perfect as she grabs my dick harder through my pants, rubbing with more confidence, coaxing my seed out.

I grab her shoulders and push her away, the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It hurts to even take my hands off her. My cock is already soaked with precome. I can feel it burning through me, tempting me to explode completely.

“Why are you doing this?”

“Why am I doing it?” She brushes my hands away.

“You just said⁠—”

“Yeah,” she snaps in a passionate whisper. “I needed to see if you still felt the same. You’re obviously not going to tell me.”

“So you used these curves to trick me?” I step forward and can’t help myself. Reaching down, I grab her thigh this time, a big handful of her gorgeous curviness. She bites her lip, making her look even sexier. “Who else are you tricking?”

“What?” she says, just as fiercely. “No one, and anyway, why would you even care?”

I smooth my hand up her leg toward her heat, feeling as powerless as I did that night. Since then, I’ve been on the warpath, thrown myself into deathly situations more than once, maybe wanting it on some level. Perhaps it would be easier than dealing with this never-ending guilt. Yet here I am, doing it again when I promised myself I wouldn’t.

“Your wet slit was made for me,” I growl. “Your horny fucking body⁠—”

Instinct makes me leap away. I don’t realize why I’ve done it until I hear Mike’s footsteps coming down the hall. My survival instinct made me do it and snapped me back to reality. What the fuck was I doing? I can feel wetness on my fingertips from where I brushed against her shorts. Is she even wearing underwear?

“Need some work fuel,” Mike says good-naturedly, chuckling as he opens a cupboard and takes a snack bar from a box. He has no idea of what just happened here. He grins and walks back down the hallway.

Emma glares at me as if it’s my fault. She stares at me like she hates me and regrets her entire plan.

“We shouldn’t have done that,” she says quietly, folding her arms.

The problem is, when she folds her arms like that, she pushes her full tits together. Without a bra, I’m free to look at her and her perky, excited nipples. Despite what just happened, I stalk across the room.

“Then stop being so damn tempting,” I growl, leaning down and smoothing my hand up between her legs. At the same time, I bring my mouth to her nipple, sucking it over the thin fabric of her shirt.

She gasps so receptively, the sound making me somehow even harder. I feel her thick pussy lips through her shorts, the slit I’ve dreamed about every night since first touching her, almost sliding into her tight hole.

“You better fucking come quickly,” I growl, then keep sucking her nipple, rubbing her clit even faster. She moans, her breath hitching as if struggling to produce the noise. It’s like every shred of attention in my woman’s body is aimed at the pleasure.

Then she collapses against me, pressing her face into my chest to trap her moan. I rub her so fast her whole body moves as I indulge in my pleasure, making her shiver, making her cream in the hottest way. She gasps and grinds up against me, then digs her fingernails into my side, pushing herself away. My dick is so hot, so fucking hard, that the pain from my injuries seems a million miles away.

“Oh, Jacob,” she murmurs.

“We can’t,” I groan, pushing her away again. “We just fucking… can’t. I tried to get myself killed every goddamn day since your party, and I still can’t resist you.”

I grab my rifle from the gun rack and march for the door. I set my gun on my lap and look into the forest. I’ll sit here all day and night if that’s what it takes. It’s like some demon possesses me whenever I’m close to her. It’s like there’s nothing I can do, but how hard did I fight just now?



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