Forgetting Christmas Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 47165 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
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There’s a tiny whimper from her, and I feel all the tension in her go.

All the things that made her Holly, the girl, have been changed.

It takes a few moments for her to relax into the new sensation, and I can’t believe how fucking tight she is.

I tell her, at least I try to.

Once she starts rocking those thick hips and flexing that sweet pussy of hers on my cock, the only sounds from either of us could be from a cage in the zoo or deep in a steaming forest somewhere.

Pure jungle. Sheer animal.

Love.

The one thing I’ve never known until today. And with Holly, the most natural way for us both to express it is with me balls deep inside her.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Holly

Any shyness or apprehension I have disappears when I get the look from Steve over dinner.

I’ve never had ‘the look,’ but we all know it when we get it.

And for me, with him, it’s like Niagara fucking falls between my legs when I do. Leaving me breathless and with only one thing on my mind, even though I’ve never done it before.

Like everything he does, it’s strong. It’s powerful, but there’s still a real man behind it all.

Real emotions that I know run so deep they’re almost silent. But like looking into the edge of a lake at night, there’s a lot down there.

And now I’m diving in head first.

The sight of him half naked at my old place seemed like something out of a dream, but seeing him at full attention in his natural environment. Every muscle taught, every bulge right where it should be….

The man really is perfect.

I could say I surprised myself by being so forward, so eager to have him inside me. But if anyone else could see what I’m seeing, they’d be begging to be pounded by Steve as well.

Virgin or not.

As soon as he tells me he wants a family, that he doesn’t just want to claim me as his own but fill me with our babies, I’m done.

I know I’ve found my man. My future.

There’s nothing I can say to myself that could prove this wasn’t meant to be. Steve’s the one, and we’ve both been waiting our entire lives for tonight and for all the tomorrows that will follow it.

If the man was a master with his tongue, he’s the genie of the lamp with his cock.

I have to admit I have some doubts when I feel what I can manage of him with both of my hands, but he’s gentle and kind. Letting me find my way, and I return the favor by stroking his more than ample manhood while I gradually ease him inside me.

His low growls of pleasure and the intense look in his eyes tell me he’s enjoying letting me take some control, but I have a feeling I’m about to get as good as I’m giving.

And I can’t fucking wait.

Far from teasing myself with his massive organ, I’m trying to relax enough to make sure I can take all of him, and once my arousal is past the boiling point, then nature takes its course.

In a moment, I feel what it means to be not just a woman but totally connected to someone else.

The relief we both feel is only matched by the instant and electrifying passion between us. Although it’s a tight fit, and Steve has me stretched as wide as he’s filled me deeply, I’m instantly in love with the feeling.

Already in love with the man the moment I laid eyes on him, but having him inside me, knowing he wants to start a family.

It’s the total opposite of every ‘losing my virginity scenario’ I’ve played out my entire adult life.

My core craves his dick as much as my mind and heart, so in no time, we’re at it like we’ve been making love our whole lives together.

Having all his weight on me as he fills me with each powerful thrust from his strong hips, I only shift my legs wider and wrap them around him, both of us groaning like wounded animals at the new pleasure center.

The softness of my body against the hardness of his rippling, chiseled frame means all my outer pleasure centers are getting a scrubbing from his rock-hard physique while his greatest asset pleasures me from the inside.

I can already feel my insides tingling with what I know is a powerful orgasm building, and Steve knows it.

Without skipping a beat, he shifts himself further onto the bed, gripping me harder by the hips, and delivers that ‘good as I gave him favor’ in return.

I feel my eyes rolling back, my hands running flat across him, then grabbing hold of all I can manage. Every time he leans down to kiss me hard on the mouth, I grab handfuls of his thick hair, losing myself in his regular scent mixing with his manly essence.


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