Inked For Life – Inked by Love Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 48709 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 162(@300wpm)
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She slows down, her face melting into a smile. She looks almost dazed.

“I need your ass,” I growl. “Can you do that for me, Liliana? Can you bend over and show me that big, perfect fucking ass?”

“Will you like it?” she whispers.

“It’s all I want. I need it. Now. I want you. I want to take you like I’m a fucking beast. Because that’s what you make me. When I explode in your pussy for the first time, it’s as your animal, your goddamn predator, as the man who will do anything to keep you and our family safe. Bend over. Now.”

She gasps as I slip out of her, climbing to my knees.

She rolls over and looks over her shoulder at me, her eyes wide, her hair sticking to her back with sweat. Her scent washes all around me, tangy and delicious, making my head swim.

As I spank it lightly, her ass bounces for me, making it wobble gorgeously. She shifts from side to side.

“Tell me you like it,” I snap. “Tell me you deserve to be spanked. But only by me.”

“I deserve it,” she whimpers as I turn her skin a light shade of red. “But only from you, Damien.”

“What does it show?”

Her flesh ripples sexily for me.

“That I’m yours,” she moans. “Only yours. Forever yours.”

I growl as I move forward, my engorged cock – glistening with her squirting cream – finding her entrance again. She gasps and moves forward, then I reach around, plucking at her clit as I drive in deeper.

She doesn’t know what to do, and neither do I. We’re both lost in the pleasure. I’m tickling her clit as I fuck her, moving my fingers faster and faster, my cock hammering into her. Her ass crashes against my abs, bouncing so perfectly. I bend my neck, stare down at her globes, and pound her harder just to see them shake even more.

“Come again,” I snap in her ear. “Cream down this dick. I need to…fuck, fuck….”

“Are you going to?” she whines, then starts moving her hips in a new way.

“If you keep doing that, I will.”

She pumps against me. “That? This?”

“Yes, yes,” I gasp, rearing up, my hands coming to rest on her ass.

I squeeze down, massaging her ass as she shifts up and down. She’s guiding my cock as I grind into her, meeting the momentum, making me feel intoxicated by her. Addicted to my queen.

Her ass bounces up and down, hypnotizing me, her face turned with her innocent young eyes wide. But not so innocent anymore. She knows what she’s doing, how crazy she’s making me.

“Together,” I demand. “You finish when I….”

“Ah, ah,” she whimpers.

It happens right then, as we both collapse together.

She falls onto the sheets, and I fall with her. My cock feels like it might explode, the end building as I’m buried deeper, up the hilt, all the way as she cries out.

Her pussy flutters around my cock, kissing it over and over as I pummel her hard. Her pussy sings out for us, her pussy gets wetter, my come mixing with hers.

Soaked, I push in one final time, gasping as I collapse atop her.

I love you, I think, but I can’t say it.

I made a promise.

Rolling aside, I pull her into my arms, kissing the top of her head.

I love you so much.

It happens again, the words trying to burst out of me.

But I promised Nick I’d wait.

“This could be it,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head. “The start of it, Liliana. Our adventure.”

“The rest of our lives.” She kisses my sweaty chest. “I can’t wait, Damien.”

CHAPTER

TWENTY-TWO

Liliana

Damien and I sit on the porch.

Guards still patrol the grounds, but they’re further away now, seeming slightly more relaxed. It’s not like they’re going to let anything happen to their boss – or his woman – but things don’t seem on-edge anymore.

Except for my nerves, pulsing inside of me, hurting with how torn I am.

It’s only been a couple of hours since we had sex, the best experience of my life. There’s no debate about that. I can’t even think about it being anything else. The way it felt when my pussy finally opened for him, all the sweet pleasure, and then after when we rocked together. Time didn’t matter. Nothing did.

Not even Uncle Nick.

Damien sits across from me in shorts and a T-shirt, his muscles on display. His hair is swept back and glistening, and I struggle to accept all this happened today.

It’s still light out.

The morning, the meeting, the fear I’d lose my man.

The revelation.

The sex, the love.

I felt it burning between us at the end, and I so wanted him to say it. I so wanted to say it back. But not first, never that. It’d be too humiliating.

What if he never says it?

“I really wish Uncle Nick would come back now,” I say, tugging on my sleeves.


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