Falling for My Boyfriend’s Dad Read Online Cassandra Dee

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Angst, Bad Boy, Erotic, New Adult Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44248 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
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And the low growl from Rob told me that he was losing it too, unbearably aroused, eyes frozen on my cunt as the white stream grew longer, pulled thinner as I slipped the panties down. And in a moment he was right next to me, a big finger scooping that white up, breaking the strand and lifting it to his lips for a taste.

“Fuck baby girl, it looked good last night and is even better now,” he growled, lips only inches from mine as his tongue circled his digit, lapping up my white. “Fuck, you’re fucking amazing.”

And I moaned low in my throat then, helpless before him, breasts trembling, so close the nipples brushed his hard chest. But I wasn’t naked yet and he let me know it.

“Everything off,” the big man ground out, stepping back for a moment. “Everything.”

And with that, I continued the illicit strip tease. Oh my god, it was broad daylight, the breakfast nook was bright and sunny, casting a gleaming light on my haunches, on my white skin as I stood before him. But the illumination only showed me how much he wanted it too, those blue eyes devouring me, watching every movement hungrily, aroused. Because Mr. Martin had pulled out his dick now and his cock was weeping as he watched, the tip dripping heavily, forming a circle of cum on the kitchen floor, virile and wet.

And so with tentative hands, I obeyed. I kicked the panties off, standing in my hose and high heels and slowly pulled the turtleneck over my head, revealing my girls. That’s right, I hadn’t worn a bra. Maybe it was the dirty girl in me, but I hadn’t wanted to put one on this morning, I’d wanted to show my nipples a little, have them poke out slightly at we ate turkey, as a subtle reminder of how tasty I was, a little appetizer. But now, he was all about it.

“You’ve got big girls, Ally,” he growled low in his throat, eyes fixed on the creamy orbs. “No bra, really?”

And I flushed, nipples growing harder under his gaze, big as saucers, pointing directly at him, the white flesh so creamy and succulent. My girls are huge, full Double Ds and I had no excuse but I made one up.

“Oh yeah,” I murmured. “I forgot my bra at school and the only one I have here is bright pink, wouldn’t match my outfit.”

Of course that was a lie. The bright pink bra wouldn’t have shown under the heavy wool of my turtleneck, no one could have seen that I didn’t match. But it was fine because the big man just chuckled low in his throat.

“You don’t need one,” he rasped, eyes glued to my titties, hand moving up and down his shaft as he gazed at me, stroking the massive member. “Girls as young as you, fuck, but gravity hasn’t done its job yet, you’re so busty, so tight, so perfect.”

And I giggled because it was true. I’m eighteen and despite the hefty size of my bust, my Double Ds weren’t saggy at all, they were perfect ovoids, symmetrical, hanging just so, round and luscious, perched mid-air.

“Come in for a taste?” I cooed flirtatiously, cupping them in my hands and holding them up like an offering. “They want you.”

Mr. Martin’s cock jumped then, visibly jerking in his hand, a small spurt of pre-cum coating his fist, eyes ablaze. He stepped closer so that there was no distance between us now, his breath hot and wild on my chest.

“I shouldn’t,” he rumbled low in his throat, more to himself than me, “but I’m going to,” and with that he licked my right nipple, the flat of his tongue starting on the underside of my breast and running up, over my crest, finishing at the very top.

“Ummmm,” I moaned, throwing my head back, eyes closed. It felt so good, so amazing, to have a man’s mouth at my breast and the sensation was electric, tingles running straight from my nipple to my cunt, making me juice wetly between my legs.

But Mr. Martin wasn’t done yet.

“You’re other girl needs attention too,” he rumbled against my skin, lips warm against my breastbone. And with that, he turned to my left tit, licking this one with small laps, teasing the hard nip instead of laving it, playing with the nub with his teeth, even biting a bit.

I shrieked then.

“Oh Mr. Martin!” I cried out, gasping. “Oh god, oh god!”

He chuckled low in his throat, deep, dark and arousing.

“Fuck baby girl, but you taste good,” he ground out, still mouthing my breasts. “Your titties are so big I can imagine what they’d look like swollen with milk,” he said slyly, shooting me a glance as he popped a nipple out of his mouth with a sweet suckling sound. “You’d have enough for a child to drink… and some leftover for me too.”


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