Loving the Man of the House (Forbidden Fantasies #82) Read Online S.E. Law

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Forbidden Tags Authors: Series: Forbidden Fantasies Series by S.E. Law
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Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26251 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
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I stare into her eyes, my gaze suddenly hot.

“It got me more than hard, sweetheart,” I growl. “It got me so fucking aroused that I jizzed all over the floor, seeing you like that. Even though you were with another man, I could visualize your lips parting around my staff, and your tongue stroking my cock. I wanted it so bad that you made me climax right there, outside your bedroom door.”

Mari’s eyes become luminous pools then.

“I did, didn’t I?” she says in a breathy voice. “I could tell the puddle wasn’t water from the bathroom because it was a milky-white color that sparkled in the light—”

I cut her off.

“My semen doesn’t sparkle, sweetheart,” I rasp. “That’s just in fairy tales.”

But Mari’s stubborn.

“No, it did sparkle a bit,” she insists. “And there was the most heavenly smell too, a musky male scent. I could tell it was your semen, Daddy, and … well, it really turned me on,” she admits in a small voice. “Is that bad?”

I lift her chin to me again so that she can see the intensity in my gaze.

“No, it’s not bad, sweetheart. It just means that we’ve been aware of each other for a lot longer than is appropriate, and that the situation was reaching a breaking point. Hell, it’s obviously reached the breaking point now,” I add in a wry voice. “We’ve crossed a lot of boundaries, haven’t we?”

Mari bites her lip while staring into my eyes.

“We have,” she acknowledges in a soft tone. “But I like it, Daddy. I enjoyed what we did last night.”

I nod, a mix of elation and arousal expanding in my chest. Yet my conscience warns me to take it slow with the curvy girl because Mari’s young. She may not know the difference between love and lust yet, and I don’t want to hurt her if I can avoid it. Then again, given the taboo nature of this situation, I might end up being the one hurt.

“I enjoyed last night too,” I say in a low voice. “But I want to be sure you know what you’re getting into, Mari. I’m not some teenage boy that you can brush off when you change your mind.”

Her lips tremble.

“Oh, I would never do that, Harris,” she breathes. “This is something I’ve wanted for a long time. Prayed for and dreamed about.”

Those words only make my arousal ratchet up, but again, I force myself to stay sane. Taking both of her small hands in my own, I gaze deep into those caramel pools.

“Me too, baby. I’ve wanted you a long time. But once I’ve had you, there’s no going back. I’m going to claim you as mine, honey, and my touch will be imprinted on your curves. My smell will be embedded in your skin, and your mouth will constantly feel the crush of my lips.”

Mari’s trembling now, her sweet pout slightly parted.

“That’s what I want, Harris,” she murmurs. “It’s what I’ve wanted for so long.”

My resolve breaks then. Right in the middle of the apple orchard, I lean forward and claim Mari as mine. Our lips touch as my big hands slide down her back, going down to caress her round rump. A breathy moan escapes her throat as she leans forward into my embrace, those soft lips parting beneath my own.

“Yes,” Mari murmurs. “I belong to you, Harris.”

Those words inflame me, and my body is shaking as I struggle to retain control. My blood pressure skyrockets as I harden to steel immediately. But I want to do this right. This is our first time together, and I’m not going to ravish the beautiful brunette in the middle of some fucking apple orchard as we roll around in the dirt. I want my sweet girl nude, luscious, and wet for me on a big feather bed … and I won’t stop until Mari’s crying out my name with pleasure.

CHAPTER 7

Mari

I can’t believe this is finally happening! Or rather, I can, and it’s wonderful. After all, we didn’t stay at the orchard to pick apples. Instead, Harris hustled me out to the car immediately after our conversation and we drove to a nearby hotel.

The place isn’t bad, either. It’s a cute bed and breakfast called the Mayberry Inn, and Harris plunked his credit card down for the largest suite. We’re inside now, and I gasp with delight upon seeing the delicate floral wallpaper, antique wooden furniture, and attached en suite.

“This is so romantic,” I breathe, trailing my hand along the soft duvet. “It’s like a dream come true.”

The man of the house merely sets my luggage in the corner before advancing on me, his huge form menacing and dangerous.

“Oh, we’re not going to be romantic, sweetheart,” he says before seizing my hips with those big hands. “This is going to be depraved and dirty because I’ve wanted you for so long, Mari,” he breathes against my neck, inhaling the warm vanilla scent I spritzed on this morning. “I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby. You don’t even know.”


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