Claimed by the Hollywood Heartthrob Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 45301 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 227(@200wpm)___ 181(@250wpm)___ 151(@300wpm)
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And then what?

Maybe she feels the same. I get what I want, what I need.

“Bria, what did you imagine?” I growl.

“My first time.” Her voice is low. “I never imagined having my first freaking time in a freaking restroom, okay?”

Fuck.

My whole body is pulsing like there’s a series of explosions going off inside of me. The tip of my cock swells and precome leaks out, burning hot as it seeps from my cock. My helm rubs against my pants, suddenly feeling tighter, suddenly feeling like I’m going to burst free.

Fuck.

I could grab her by the back of her head and push her sweet mouth down on my cock.

A virgin.

My virgin.

Nobody else has ever claimed that young hole. Nobody else will ever claim her innocent slit.

It’s me, just me, forever me.

“So that’s why you left.”

My voice is rough, with a ferocious tone. It must hint at how badly I want her, need her. I need to take her, slam into her channel as it makes needy squelching noises as I fill her for the first time.

The first time.

I’m aching, howling inside, trembling.

But she deserves something special for her first time.

Hell, maybe she does, but do I really think I’ve got that sort of restraint?

“I didn’t know how to tell you. It’s not exactly something I want to advertise. And when you said all that stuff, all that hot crazy stuff…”

“What?” I risk a glance at her, but I have to quickly turn back to the road.

Her lips are pursed, a real cute pouty look on her face. It’s like she’s angry with herself for not letting me bend her over and claim her fresh slit right there, which just makes me think about when I do finally take her.

Ah.

I’m dying, holding myself back.

The road, I need to focus on the road.

“I knew I wouldn’t be able to live up to it. So I had to go.”

“You don’t have to live up to anything,” I snap, warning myself to be careful.

I’m dangerously close to the claim-her talk, the revelation I can’t let myself indulge in.

“You just need to be who you are, with all shivering, all the need rushing through you. Fucking hell, Bria, when you creamed for me and bit down on my jacket… I can’t stop thinking about it.”

“Really?” she whispers, hope flaring in her voice. “I thought you were done with me. You never look at me.”

“I do. Just not when you’re looking. And when I walk past you and I stare straight ahead, that’s because I know what I’ll do if I let myself look at you. I’ll charge across the set and take you right there.”

“Really?”

“Are you going to keep saying that?” I tease. “Yes, really. Everything I say to you, I mean it. Really.”

She folds her arms across her chest, which is one of her sexiest damn gestures. It’s like she’s trying to make me look at the way her breasts shift and bulge in her shirt, like she’s trying to draw my eyes to those round fleshy perfect globes.

It’s like she’s trying to drive me crazy, trying to turn me into a complete animal.

Next comes that cute breathy way she has of sighing like she’s struggling to put everything I’ve told her into some sort of order in her head.

“But you don’t want me less, now that you know?”

“That you’re a virgin?” I snarl.

“Hmm.”

“No.” I laugh, humorlessly, the laugh of a beast who’s about to go into full berserker mode. “If anything, it makes me want you more.”

“Why?” she whispers.

The question barrels into me. To answer it would mean delving into all of my feelings toward her. But I’m not sure what the alternative is. I’m not sure how else to answer her.

“You ask a lot of questions, don’t you, baby girl?” I snap. “Why don’t you focus on getting that virgin slit ready for when we get back to your place?”

She gasps. “Braden, I’m really sorry. I want to. I really freaking do. Believe me. But I don’t think I can – not like this, not this quickly. I’m sorry. I just know I’ll get myself all stressed out and completely ruin it and I can’t bear the thought of doing that.”

“Enough,” I say, squeezing the wheel even tighter, driving the heel of my palm against it. “I get it. Don’t worry. I won’t claim you that way tonight. But you’re living in a fucking dream world if you think I’m not getting something from you. You have no idea how crazy you make me, how hard, how goddamn rock solid.”

“What do you mean?”

There’s something in her voice, as though there isn’t a single part of her that can fight what she feels for me – the same burning I feel for her.

And yet that isn’t right…

She wants to wait, wants to delay me claiming her.


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