Intern For My Best Friend's Dad: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance by Flora Ferrari (different e readers .TXT) 📕

“Do you have any idea what you do to me when you call me sir?” I growl. “You must know the games you’re playing with me, Sophia.”

Her eyes widen and her lips part, making my heart thud even faster and deeper, something I thought was impossible before it starts. Every subtle tic of her expression sends surging need through me, into me, bone-deep so I can hardly think.

All I know is her.

All I want is her.

“I don’t understand,” she murmurs.

“Don’t play innocent,” I say, moving even closer.

She steps back so that she’s pushed up against the hood of the car.

I don’t let her get away, moving until my body is pressed right up against hers.

This time, I make sure she can feel the solid length of my lust.

I press forward, driving it against her, tracking the moment she feels it by the reverberations across her cute-as-fuck face.

“You’re not a little girl anymore,” I tell her. “So don’t pretend you don’t know what’s going on here.”

She lets out a whimpering noise that goes directly to my dick, driving me feral, making me want to roar like the beast I am.

“Why?” she murmurs.

“Why what?” I snap, leaning down so that I’m staring directly into her innocent, dark brown eyes.

“Why me?” she says.

I shake my head in disbelief.

“Are you joking?” I growl.

“No,” she says, letting out a disbelieving puff of air I can feel against my face, hot and tempting, compelling me to move even closer.

“Because you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I tell her. “Because you’re curvy in all the right places. Because you’ve got hips made for grabbing as I ram into your fresh young slit. Because you’re you, Sophia. That’s why.”

She gasps, staring at me, and then bites her lip.

“You still don’t believe me,” I growl, reading her like I’ll always be able to read her.

I never paid attention to her when she was just Caitlin’s friend, but now everything she does is vividly real to me, vital and important.

I dart my hand out and grab her wrist. I can’t stop now.

I’m not Caitlin’s dad anymore.

I’m just the beast who needs to make my mate mine.

I guide her hand to my groin, pressing her hand against the solid length of my cock through my pants.

She lets out a whimpering sigh and starts to moan as I grind her hand up and down my member.

Her hand is fire-hot, even through my pants.

I let out a shivering, savage sigh.

“Do you believe me now?” I demand. “Feel how fucking crazy you make me, Sophia.”

I let go of her hand and she keeps rubbing, biting her lip, her eyes brimming with curiosity and fascination as if she’s never done anything like this before.

“This is wrong,” she moans.

But she keeps rubbing, up and down, causing my cock to burn and my balls to swell even more. My seed writhes and roars and tells me to take her right now, to bend her over the hood of the car and fuck her brutally, like two animals falling upon each other in the wild.

I’m her predator and she’s my prey.

“Then why does it feel so damn right?” I snarl, leaning down.

CHAPTER FIVE

Sophia

He presses his lips against mine and I feel as if the whole world is burning.

My body sets alight as our lips fuse together, his tongue sliding hotly into my mouth and making me moan.

I still can’t believe this is happening. It’s like I’m addicted to rubbing up and down the solid massive length of him. I can’t believe how hard he is, his manhood swelling and twitching in his pants as I rub from the base to the tip.

He growls through the kiss, our tongues swirling together, tingles dancing around my mouth and moving down my throat to the nape of my neck. My nipples prick and harden when he pushes even closer to me, so close I can’t grab onto his cock anymore.

I slide my hands up his arms instead, squeezing onto the boulder-like muscles of his shoulders. He wraps his hands around my body and grabs onto my ass cheeks, palming them roughly, snarling as he devours me with his lips.

Then he breaks off the kiss, staring at me with fire glinting in his possessive eyes.

“I need to feel you,” he pants breathlessly. “I need to feel how tight you are.”

Panic rises up inside of me, making a maelstrom of my insides, swirling and taunting.

He really doesn’t know what I am, who I am.

What would happen if I told him?

Would this fever dream come to an abrupt end?

“I … not here, Solomon,” I murmur, the best excuse I can come up with right now.

My body goes tight and angry when I utter those words, as though a force deep inside of me is willing me to bend over and take his cock here—take it anywhere he’s willing to give it to me.

“Fine,” he grunts. “I don’t need to fuck you right now. But I’m tasting you, Sophia. I’m making you cream for me. So get your fucking ass on the hood of this car before I lose my patience.”

I gasp and shift backward as he grips my hips and helps me onto the car. The hood is cool against my ass through my tights and my skirt.

Solomon takes a small step back, staring down at me with his jaw pulsating. Every part of him is as hard as his manhood, his desire bubbling up from inside of him the same way mine does.

His suit looks like it could erupt with how much tension courses through him.

“Those legs,” he snarls. “They were made for sex. Look at that curvy-as-fuck body. You were made for this moment, Sophia. You were made for me.”

He leans down and slides his hands up my thighs, keeping his gaze on me the whole time, as though he’s fascinated with the way my lips twitch and my expression quivers.

His hands slide up and up, my skin buzzing tantalizingly, skirting