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

heat moving through my lower half, tingles dancing up and down my inner thighs.

The feeling is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, like an orgasm happening in miniature, like starlight cascading through my body.

He slides out of me slickly, growling out a shivering breath, making the movement last a long time so both of us are forced to feel every tiny shift in the pleasurable union.

He pulls out until his helm is held like a weapon at my entrance.

“Again,” I whimper, my body screaming out for that filled-up feeling. “Oh, God, don’t stop.”

He leans down and brushes his lips against mine.

“Don’t tell me that,” he growls. “I’ll pound your perfect hole until you can’t take it anymore. You need me to take it slow.”

“At first,” I gasp. “Just fuck me, Trent. Please.”

He drives up inside of me again, causing the whole bed to shake.

This time, I move to meet him, twitching my hips, and I don’t have to wonder if I’m doing it right.

His husky breathing tells me I’m doing exactly what he needs.

We rock into a rhythm, finding the perfect meeting place for our sexes, both of us pulsing in time with each other, my moaning and his growling groans rising together in the air.

He reaches up and grabs my breasts in a greedy hand, his other clutched into a fist on the bed, holding himself up as our bodies grind slickly together. My nipples tingle and burn against his palm, singing in joy at the way he handles me.

He grabs me possessively, like he owns me, using the same hand he’s wielded guns and thrown grenades with.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he growls. “I can feel how badly your body wants it. How badly...You want... To give me... A family.”

With each sharp sentence, he pounds into me, getting harder, rougher, deeper.

I bounce on the end of his massive cock, my hole getting tighter around him in turn, as though it’s working its way to another soul-searing orgasm.

The mattress whines beneath us as we buck and writhe together, as we rock in unison, both of us utterly lost to this moment and this moment alone.

Nothing exists except for us.

“I need to see your ass,” he grunts, sliding out of me. “Bend over and stick that perfect ass out. Now, Tess. Now.”

“Okay, okay,” I gasp, rolling onto my belly and then climbing onto all fours.

I arch my hips and stick my ass out, and somehow I don’t stop to wonder if I’m doing it right or if I’m making a fool of myself. Somewhere during our crazy frantic closeness, I’ve stopped caring if look silly.

My pussy burns too hotly for him, my hole tingling with the suggestion of a firework-like release.

“You are so fucking perfect,” he growls, smoothing his hands over my ass cheeks as he brings his cock to my hole. “Sit back on my dick, Tess. Show me how much you can take.”

I grip the sheets in tight handfuls and sink back against him. My hole clenches and wet friction floods me as his cock drives a passage inside of me, somehow feeling even bigger from this angle.

I sit back and back and back, eager to take as much of him as I can.

There is no pain, no discomfort, not anymore.

It’s like he said.

Our bodies want this, need this and nothing is going to stop us.

“You want it all,” he snarls.

“Yes,” I moan, even though it wasn’t a question.

He needs to know that I’m ready, that I’m not scared of this anymore.

“Take me how you want,” I say. “Just do it, Trent.”

“Good fucking girl,” he snarls.

He grabs my hips and pommels inside of me, smashing his cock deep inside of me so that his abs crash against my ass cheeks, bouncing against his irrepressible body.

I shift my hips with his dominating movements, grabbing the sheets and using them to push back against him, sliding back and forth over and over again.

I try to keep time with his possessive thrusts, but he moves so fast, his growls filling the air, choked and on the verge of a carnal roar.

I bounce and bounce and then I can’t take it anymore.

My core lets go with all the gathered-up energy inside of me, an explosion of pleasure that cascades through me, that touches every part of me.

“That’s it,” he snarls. “Cream on my dick. Keep. Fucking. Creaming.”

I gasp and cry and shiver, pinned on the end of him.

There’s nothing I can do except ride the pleasure he’s fucking into me, my hole pulsing in time with my frenetic heartbeat, every inch of me set ablaze with the glory of this moment.

My womb sends deep-reaching chords of pleasure through me, the orgasm wet and steamy and hotter than anything I ever dreamed of.

I collapse onto the bed with a cry when his thrusts get faster.

He pounds me into the mattress and all I can do is quiver against him, prey to his predator’s possessive thrusts, fucking me like it’s the end of the world and this is how he wants to go out, with the mother of all bangs.

Just when I think the orgasm has passed, he growls and it triggers something inside of me.

My insides come awake for a second time and more intimate wetness erupts inside of me, sliding down his length.

“My seed,” he gasps. “I can feel it. Fuck. Close, so damn… close.”

I sing out a moan, urging him on. I want to tell him to come inside of me, to tell him how desperate I am for us to have a family together, but I can’t find the words, any words.

All I can do is tell him with my body, pushing back with my hips, slipping down his length, and feeling my ass crash against his abs.

He falls atop me, his body crushing me against the bed, holding himself up just enough so he doesn’t crush me completely. His face is near my cheek as he pants out his animal breaths, heat moving over my skin, teasing, captivating.

I turn my face and