Maid for the Hitman: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance by Flora Ferrari (iphone ebook reader .TXT) 📕

“Why do you think? I’m trying to pay attention to you, but you’re so damn sexy, it’s distracting. I can’t stop thinking about fucking that tight slit.”

“When you say it like that, I want it,” she moans.

“But,” I growl with effort, “tell me. I need to know. I need to know everything about you.”

“It’s silly,” she says softly.

“If they’re your dreams, my sweet virgin, they can’t be silly.”

She lays her cutlery down and waves her hands, which causes those full breasts to giggle and dance. My gaze tracks a succulent purple vein, moving over her voluptuous beauty.

I could spend hours on those big round tits alone.

Focus, my reason roars, as the beast inside howls and hammers at the bars of its restraints.

“Basically, I want to work in publishing,” she says, her words coming out in a rush. “I was in college for English literature. But it’s more than that. I want to give back, somehow. I have this idea of starting a non-profit that works in underprivileged neighborhoods to help others publish their work.”

“Go on,” I say, enraptured by her enthusiasm.

“You really want to hear this?”

“I need to hear this,” I snarl.

She giggles, rolling her eyes. She has no idea how sassy and beautiful she looks when she does that. It’s like she’s begging me to put her in her sensual place, bend her over and spank her big round juicy ass cheeks to teach her who’s in charge.

I can imagine how pink and tight her hole’s going to be, my massive shaft driving up, hard, hot, deeper, and deeper as her virgin lips part just enough to let me in. I bet her untouched slit is going to grip my cock like a fist made of fire.

“Ryland,” she moans.

“I’m listening,” I tell her, my voice trembling.

“You look like you’re thinking about something else,” she says, her confidence winning over her shyness. “I know what you’re thinking about.”

“I’m listening,” I smirk, waving a hand in a pathetic effort to pretend she isn’t messing with my self-control.

“I want to work with the kids from when they’re young to when they’re college-aged, training them to write from the time they can walk. I have this whole program set up, but it’d be such an expensive thing to do. It’s just a crazy dream, really.”

“It’s done,” I snap.

“What?” she says, flinching.

Each time she moves something shimmers across her responsive body.

I can imagine bending her naked over my knee, commanding her to stick that round voluptuous ass out, and then fingering her tight virgin slit and watching how it makes her breasts and her ass shiver for me.

I almost groan when I remember how she squirted last time, her lips thick and tasty in my mouth. I could’ve sucked on those enflamed lips for weeks.

My cock hurts, it’s so hard. The tip throbs and I feel it getting bigger, pulsing like a solid muscle, the tip tight with the need for a release.

“You’d just pay for that?” she asks.

“We’re going to be together forever,” I growl. “Of course I would.”

“Deal,” she says quickly.

“I guess you don’t need to think about it,” I smirk.

“I always said to myself, if I ever got an offer to fund this project, I’d say yes. I wouldn’t ask questions. I’m not a proud person when it comes to money, Ryland. I’ve been broke for so freaking long now.”

“Good,” I grin, wolfishly, my teeth aching with the need to taste her. “I would’ve convinced you anyway. But I think I’ve made a mistake.”

“What do you mean?” she asks.

“I should’ve gotten something from you,” I growl. “For my generosity.”

Her eyes widen and she bites her lip.

That kills me, the way she clings to her lip, her cheeks as red as the inside of her soaked hole.

“Ryland…”

“I need that hole,” I breathe huskily. “I need you to take my dick. I need to know my child is inside of you. It’s taken me so long to find you. I need to claim you. Now.”

I stand up, my whole body tight, my muscles pulsing.

She sits beneath me, her tits pushed together gloriously, her cleavage roaring at me to claim her, come inside her, make her mine.

“The door…”

“Is that a yes?” I snarl.

She shifts in the chair, wriggling, grinding her pussy against the seat.

“Yes,” she whimpers. “I’m so wet.”

“Good girl,” I snarl.

I pace over to the door and shut it, and then grab the key from my pocket and lock it.

I stride back over to her and reach down, guiding her to her feet.

“Fuck, back that ass up on me.”

“Like this?” she says, shyness making her voice quiver, as she turns that thick ass toward me and starts shimmying backward.

I bite down, the base of my cock aching.

I reach forward and slide her dress up, hiking it around her hips, revealing her round spank-me ass in the silky purple panties I left for her.

I slide my hand up between her legs, rubbing my thumb against the horny nub of her clit through her panties.

“Oh,” she gasps.

“You’re so close already,” I growl. “I can tell. I bet you’re soaked.”

I push her panties aside and slide my middle finger inside of her, staring in carnal fascination as my finger disappears slickly inside her sopping hole.

I groan as I finger her, pumping my fist against her, purposefully bringing my knuckle softly down on her clit with each motion.

“Ride it,” I snap.

“Like… this?” she whines, bucking against my hand.

“Yes, yes,” I groan, the helm of my cock pulsing at her eagerness.

She vibrates, melting for me, her hole exploding with a river of wetness. She squirts all over my finger and the juices run down her legs in rivulets that make me so fucking hard.

“You squirting sexy minx,” I snarl. “Fucking come, Rosie. You look so hot right now.”

“Yes, yes,” she cries, hardly hearing me, the horny thing is so lost in her orgasm.

“Ryland,” she gasps, once the reverberations have stopped.

She turns to face me, her naïve eyes making my cock even tighter.

“Can I suck it? Can I