Burning For Him Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46257 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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I never thought watching a man eat could be such a turn-on, but when it’s Ash, and he’s only wearing the tiny amount of food that’s dripped down his broad chest?

Well. Let’s just say that dessert can’t come quick enough.

I feel a nervous ripple across my belly the closer he is to being done.

Because we both know that tonight’s the night.

The night he claims me properly as his.

And I know, too, that the only dessert Ash wants is my cream bouncing up and down on that delicious cock of his.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Ash

Every bite I take, no matter how hard I chew or how much meat juice runs down my throat, all I can taste is Bridget. Having her sit across from me as we dine naked feels more like a dream come true than a dinner date.

It’s her taste and the sight of her that sustains me now. Work is a distant memory now that I’ve staked my claim on Bridget.

Food is just fuel to give her all the pleasuring and spoiling she deserves, starting tonight.

She offers to do the dishes once she sees I’m done eating. But I only shake my head slowly from side to side. I don’t wanna waste another minute filling my face when I could spend that time filling her tight little wetness with my cock.

My seed.

Our family.

“C’mere,” I tell her, standing up from my chair so she can see just how fucking hard she makes me.

She shivers a breath in, biting her lower lip, and her chest starts to rise and fall rapidly. Both of us are practically panting already because we both know it’s time.

It’s her time. And it’s our time.

She gets up from her seat, and looking more perfect than ever in the soft light of the candles, she makes her way over to me.

“Dishes can wait,” I inform her, growling low as I study the single line of her intense arousal running down the inside of her creamy thigh.

“Ash…,” she whispers with emotion. Her eyes wide but shining with tears.

The good kind. And I feel my own heart go. Exploding inside my chest as I stride over to her, meeting her halfway and scooping her up.

She moans at our bodies re-connecting. And the damp fire between her thighs sends rivers of electric current through my whole body.

Must…make it…up…stairs.

My urge to lay her flat on the dining table and claim her on the spot is intense, but I know our bed is waiting.

“I never did show you the rest of the house,” I smile down at her, slowly climbing each step up to our room. Savoring this time.

Etching each feel of her against me and each tiny expression on her sweet face.

“I’ve seen all I need to for one day,” she purrs and buries her face into my chest, her arms slung around my neck.

Her fingers are tracing through the back of my hair.

Reaching our room, I see she re-made the bed after her nap. Already making herself at home.

I lay her down, and moving to stand, I only feel her grip around my neck tighten, signaling that she doesn’t want me anywhere except on top of her.

Inside her.

“I’m all yours, Ash,” she whispers in that husky tone that makes me groan loudly in reply. My own hands start to move over her as she moans gently.

I mouth the word mine again. And reading my thoughts, she tells me just how she feels herself.

“I’m the luckiest girl in the whole world, Ash,” she tells me, shivering another breath as my hand covers her mound, pressing hard against her.

Telling me she’s more than ready now. Telling me what I already know, that I’m the luckiest guy in the world to have found her.

We both groan louder as I ease my weight onto her, holding myself up from her with my arms that I feel tremors with the good kind of nerves.

Her hands that gripped my neck are clawing their way down my back to grip my flexing rear.

All of me taut and tense as we both feel my hardness probing her tight little opening.

And she gasps as a girl for the last time.

I’m so fucking hard for her, neither of us needs to guide my thick erection, which seems to know its way by design.

I know two pieces of a puzzle will just snap together into place. And as I enter her slowly, her eyes drift half-closed but mine are focused on her.

Focused on her stiff nipples and quick breaths. On the slick warmth that I feel smothering my engorged shaft.

I am grateful now that she helped me let off some steam earlier because I know I wouldn’t have lasted this long otherwise.

She’s so fucking tight, but her sweet pussy, her whole body is aching for me as much as I’ve longed for her since seeing her just yesterday morning.


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