Falling For the Single Daddy Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 56208 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 281(@200wpm)___ 225(@250wpm)___ 187(@300wpm)
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I let out a broken growl when she pulls down my pants and my briefs. My length springs free. She leans back, her mouth falling open, her eyebrows raised as if her virgin mind is trying to calculate the logistics of this. But then I see her visibly push the nerves away.

She wraps her hand around my shaft, stroking up and down, slowly at first, and then faster as she leans forward and… oh, fuck. She brings her mouth to the head of my cock, looking up at me with her eyebrow raised.

“It’ll be better if your dick is wet, right?” she murmurs.

“Fuh-fuck…”

She kisses the head of my cock, then opens her mouth and sucks my tip while stroking up and down my base. I’m shuddering all over as she moves faster, my seed threatening to boil over. She starts to suck more of me, her warm mouth slipping lower, but I shudder and take a step back.

For a second, she looks almost hurt. But then this confident, sassy, beautiful smile touches her lips. She nods. She knows why I stepped back without me having to say she’s pushing me too close to the edge, making it so, any second, I could explode into her mouth.

“I need your pussy,” I groan. “I need your tight virgin hole. I need you, Callie. Always.”

Nerves flit across her eyes. But only for a moment. Then she lies back and lets her thighs fall open. Her entrance winks at me, teases me, taunts me with what’s to come. I climb on top of her, my balls feeling heavy as my cock bobs up and down, sliding up her inner thigh.

She shivers and slides her hands around my neck, over my back.

I grip my shaft and guide my tip to her core. When I brush against her folds, the noise she makes is intoxicating. I feel drunk, high on my woman. My woman. Not that long ago, the idea that I’d think these words about anybody would be absurd. But that coldness seems so, so distant from us now. These words seem like the only ones I could use when it comes right down to it with Callie.

I push into her tightness, my head getting light with the sudden influx of pleasure. She clasps my face in her hands, nodding urgently up at me, coaxing me to go deeper, deeper.

“Does it hurt?” I growl.

“No,” she whispers. “But… take it slow.”

I was planning on doing that anyway, but that doesn’t mean it’s going to be easy. I arch my back and slowly, inch by inch, glide inside of her, our bodies fusing. Any doubt melts away when I’m finally fully buried in her virgin body. She bites down, staring into my eyes, and then a smile slowly and gorgeously melts across her face.

“Oh, Gray,” she whimpers. “Gray, Gray…”

“Callie,” I growl.

Maybe it shouldn’t mean much, saying each other’s names, but it means everything. It contains all the lust and desire we’ve stored up inside ourselves. It contains all the heat. All the knowledge that, somehow, we’re certain this is forever. We tried to fight it. But naturally, our affection for each other was built brick by easy brick until we couldn’t ignore it anymore.

What about the future? What about our obstacles?

They don’t matter as I gently slide out of her, then push myself back inside of her. She gasps and lets my face go, her hands clawing at the sheets instead. I slip in faster next time, watching her carefully, my length buzzing with a sensation I can barely take. But there’s no damn way I’m going to deprive myself of the feeling of her walls fluttering around my dick with another orgasm.

Her big tits jiggle as I glide out and then push back in. She moans and starts rocking her hips in time with my movements. It’s like our bodies know each other better than our minds. But that’s always been the case with us. Ever since we met, our bodies have known a truth our souls have tried to deny. We’re meant for each other.

My instinct is proven right when her walls let me glide in and out of her body seamlessly, telling me wordlessly that her body has gotten over the first hump of her virginity. She’s able to fully enjoy what we’re doing.

As if I need more proof, she grabs my shoulders and starts pumping her hips. I almost howl at the sexy-as-fuck sight and feel of her fully letting go. She sinks her touch into me, claiming me as much as I’m claiming her. Our rhythm becomes unstoppable.

I rock my hips like we’re racing toward a shared finish. Each time I slide out, she shifts, and then she moves down so that our sexes meet in a collision of hot-as-hell near-release. I lean up so that I can look into the ecstasy on her face—but who am I kidding—also so I can watch her tits bouncing up and down.


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