My Best Friend's Navy SEAL Dad: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance by Flora Ferrari (classic novels for teens TXT) 📕

and curvy and captivating, Tess. Fuck, stick that ass out. I need to feel it against my throbbing dick.”

I do as he tells me, my lust leaving no room for an alternative. He leans down to grind his manhood up and down my ass, solid and huge-feeling even through the fabric of my denim shorts.

He pinches my nipples softly, grazing them with his fingertips, causing, even more, tingles to dance across me.

“Lie down on the bed. On your back. I need to taste that hot virgin hole.”

I step back and he waves a hand at the bed. His eyes are narrowed and tension moves through him, through his expression, and his muscular body. It’s like he’s trying to stop himself from mauling me, from wrestling my shorts off and sliding that massive dick inside of me.

As I walk over to the bed, I try to summon the courage to tell him I’m ready, to tell him I want to feel him inside of me.

But that would be a lie.

And maybe – oh, God, this is so wrong – and maybe I can tell myself what we’re doing isn’t so much of a betrayal if we don’t go all the way. Maybe I can lie to myself like that.

I lie down and stare up at him as he strides over to the bed, looming over me, his rock hard chest rising and falling rapidly.

“You’re perfect,” he says, voice rumbling. “You’re mine.”

He folds his arms and smirks.

“What?” I whimper.

“What are you waiting for? Undress for me. I want you naked, completely naked before I taste that virgin slit. Go on, Snapshot. Now.”

Nerves cascade through me.

Being pushed up against the wall and caught up in a frenetic moment of lust is one thing.

Do I have the confidence to do a freaking striptease for this Navy SEAL?

I don’t know.

But the way he’s staring at me makes me want to find out.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Trent

Every instinct I have roared at me to claim her, to leap on the bed and tear her clothes off with savage hands, strip her naked and then plunge deep inside of her.

I force myself to stand at the edge of the bed, staring at her hard, my heart thumping through my body like a goddamn war song.

“Like this?” she murmurs, sitting up as she reaches for the hem of her tank top.

Fuck.

I just meant for her to tear her clothes off and reveal her nakedness, but I can read the question buried within her words. She’s asking me how I want her to undress.

My cock twitches like a weapon trying to leap from its holster.

“Slowly,” I snarl.

She peels her tank top off with achingly steady movements, revealing the pink of her bra and the redness of her breasts from where I massaged them. Dropping it, she reaches around to undo her bra, again with slow movements.

“Look at me,” I snarl when she stares down at the bed.

She pulls her gaze to mine with a visible effort, and then she immediately looks away.

“I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be nervous,” I tell her. “You’re beautiful, Tess. You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on by far.”

She meets my gaze again, this time with a glimmering of bravery in the nervousness of her expression.

“Really?” she whimpers.

“Really,” I snarl. “Everything about you is perfect.”

She unclips her bra and I let out a growl. Her breasts spill free, large and round and sexy and perfect. Her nipples are hard and a juicy vein moves across one of her breasts, vivid and compelling, causing the war song of ownership to get even louder in my mind.

“The shorts,” I say, my voice choked. “I need to see that pussy. I need to taste it.”

“How do you want me to do it?” she murmurs.

“Bend over and shift that ass for me.”

“Okay,” she moans, lust making her voice tangled and hot.

She gets onto all fours and then reaches back, and then giggles as she falls onto her elbows.

I smirk, letting out a chuckle.

“Let me help you,” I say, moving forward.

I walk around the bed and sit down, gliding my hand up her thighs as she sticks her ass out. Reaching around, I undo her shorts and pull them down, revealing her ass inch by tantalizing inch.

Her panties are soaked, sticking to the denim, coming with her shorts as I pull them down to her knees. She lifts one knee and then the other, helping me to slip them over her calves and down her feet.

“Stay like that,” I growl, leaning back to take in the full glory of my woman.

Her pussy glistens pink, her hole winking at me as though her body is telling me how badly she needs to be taken. Her ass is round and glorious, fucking tasty-looking as she pushes it out toward me.

“On your back,” I gasp. “I need to taste you.”

She rolls over like the obedient virgin she is, spreading her legs and gazing down at me between her raised thighs. I kneel on the floor, reaching over and grabbing her thighs, and dragging her toward me.

She gasps and whimpers as I pull her to the end of the bed, her needy slit framed by her thick magnificent legs.

“Fuck, you smell delicious,” I groan, bringing my face closer to her slit.

“Really?” she whimpers, disbelief shivering in her voice.

“Really,” I growl. “You smell like heaven. I bet you taste the same too.”

She starts to say something, but then her voice trails off into shivers as I bring my tongue to her sex and drag it up one lip and down the other. Her body vibrates and she gasps musically as I move my tongue to her clit, engorged with her desire.

I groan as the sweet sticky taste of her swirls around my mouth, sucking on her clit and pressing my tongue hard against it.

She cries out and then clamps her hand over her mouth.

“What’re you doing?” I snarl, letting her clit go.

“I don’t know,” she whimpers.

“If you want to moan, moan,” I growl.