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

Grabbing the top of my tights and my panties in his fists, he pulls them down roughly, my bare ass cheeks and legs coming into contact with the cool hood of the car.

He pulls and pulls until they’re around my knees.

“Lift your legs,” he snaps.

“Okay,” I pant, doing as he says, pointing my toes so that he can pull my tights and panties off.

I wonder if this is the moment where he realizes what he’s doing. When he realizes he can do so much better than me.

I wonder if this is when we both remember how much of a betrayal this is.

But when his gaze comes to rest on my naked sex, it’s like a beast rises up from deep inside of him. His eyes sear into my sex, making it tingle, even more, my hole gushing with wetness and primal desire.

“Look at that perfect fucking cunt,” he growls. “Jesus Christ, Sophia. Open those legs. Show me how much you want this.”

I do as he says – it feels so good making him savage like this – and open my thighs until they’re spread wide. I feel my hole widening, more wetness seeping onto the hood of the car.

He slowly lowers himself to his knees, moving with an agility and poise I wouldn’t have expected from a man of his size. He moves like a panther ready to leap onto its prey.

His hands are sun-hot as he grabs my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the car.

He brings his mouth to my thighs, biting softly, my skin dancing with a million tingles.

Higher and higher, he finally reaches my pussy, where he holds his mouth.

His breath purrs over my lips and my clit, making me twitch and writhe on the hood of the car.

“You’re an eager girl, aren’t you, Sophia?” he growls, more hot breath whispering over my center.

“Y-yes,” I whimper. “Oh, God. It feels so good. You feel so close.”

“You smell so fucking needy,” he breathes. “You smell so fucking perfect.”

He pushes his face forward, opening his mouth so that he can consume my pussy. It feels like he’s submerged my lower half in a vat of lava, every part of me bubbling and burning up.

I don’t want it to stop, ever.

I shift my hips against him, grinding up and down in time with his tongue strokes.

He flickers his tongue against my engorged clit fiercely, honing my reality down to this moment, and this moment alone.

I don’t let myself think about how wrong this should feel.

Starlight hisses across my pussy, my clit enflaming as if all the pent-up desire inside of me is trying to burst out of my horny, hungry pussy.

He grips my thighs harder, burying his dominating hands into my skin.

I gasp and writhe against him.

Part of me wants to scream at him to let go because I can feel how thick I am against his hands, how much there is of me for him to grab.

But he growls and licks me even faster, his tongue surging against me and causing coils and reverberations of deeper euphoria to wrap around my thighs, trapping me in place.

He licks down and makes his tongue as hard as his cock, sliding it into my hole, my lips parting, and taking his tongue deep inside of me.

He snarls and tugs me closer to him, his hands burning imprints on my skin. I just know he’s going to leave my skin red and blotchy, marked with this moment, and I let out a moan at the thought.

I want to be branded his.

Forever.

He slides back up to my clit.

“You better fucking cream for me soon,” he snaps. “I need to taste you, all of you. Tell me you’re close, you horny fucking thing.”

“I’m close … sir.”

I remember what he said when I called him sir before.

I remember the lust that shimmered through him, the first domino in the line that led to this moment.

His breath shivers and he grips my thighs somehow harder.

“You drive me insane,” he groans and then attacks my pussy with even more force.

I gasp and sing out moans, bucking my hips against him, smearing my soaked pussy against his lips, his tongue.

He presses down on my clit so that I can’t think about anything other than the lit fuse between my thighs, an explosion creeping into the edges of sensation, whispering that I’m close, so freaking close I ache.

“Oh, fuck—fuck.”

“Yes,” he snarls. “Good fucking girl. Cream for me, Sophia.”

“I—am,” I gasp. “I …”

I can’t speak as the orgasm punches into me, rising from some deep and starry place and erupting like a series of fireworks inside of me. All I know is the heat of his tongue against my clit, my clit tingling and sizzling like my entire pussy is going to set on fire at any moment.

I reach down in a moment of wild confidence and touch the back of his head, threading my fingers through his soft silver hair.

He grunts and pushes even harder into my pussy, his tongue targeting my clit like he’s trying to obliterate it.

My hole flutters as wave upon wave of pleasure releases out of me, a cacophony of it blaring deafeningly through me.

I feel myself squirting into his mouth.

My instinct is to scream an apology. He must think I’m gross.

But his growling animal moans tell me otherwise.

The way he pulls me closer to him tells me otherwise.

I pump my hips and then throw my head back, letting out a scream, the noise bubbling up from that crazy place inside of me that tells me I’m going to have this man’s babies one day.

In the midst of this boiling eruption, it doesn’t seem so silly. It doesn’t feel impossible.

It feels right.

It feels destined.

I close my thighs around his head as the last of the orgasm shivers through me, my clit beating like a pulse, my hole squeezing tight.

Solomon leans back, staring up at me, his lips glistening with my release.

“You horny girl,”