My Dad’s Best Friend (A Touch of Taboo #3) Read Online Katee Robert

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, BDSM, Contemporary, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Touch of Taboo Series by Katee Robert
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Total pages in book: 44
Estimated words: 41679 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 208(@200wpm)___ 167(@250wpm)___ 139(@300wpm)
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For a moment, I forget that I’m supposed to be fighting this. I close my eyes and whimper, rolling my hips as much as I’m able, trying to guide him to my clit.

“That’s right, baby girl,” he murmurs against my pussy. “You want it, don’t you? You love rubbing that needy pussy on my tongue.”

“No,” I whisper. It sounds like a yes.

“Do you know how hard you make me? Promise to stop fighting and I’ll show you.” He doesn’t give me a chance to answer. He just goes back to eating me in slow, thorough licks. I’m so close. Unforgivably close.

“Please!”

Just like that, it stops.

Jonas lifts his head and exhales. “No.”

I blink. “What?”

“You want me to force you to come so you can pretend that you’re still a little princess.” He releases my arms and grabs my hips, pulling me off the desk. My head spins a little as he turns me to face him and yanks me down to straddle his lap. His cock is a giant line against the front of his slacks, so hard I can clearly see the crown. Jonas catches my chin and forces me to meet his gaze. “You want to come? Do it yourself.”

“I want to be good,” I whisper even as reach for his shoulders and I adjust myself on his lap. He’s almost lined up exactly where I need the friction the most. I hesitate. Am I supposed to take his cock out? Fuck him like this?

He grabs my hips and jerks me forward, sealing us together. Only the relatively thin fabric of his slacks separate us. His expression is merciless as he uses that harsh grip to rub me up and down his hard length through his pants. “This is what you need, isn’t it?”

I know I’m supposed to be fighting him, but it feels so good that I’m shaking. “I’m not supposed to want this.”

“No, you’re not.” He keeps me rocking against him. I’m so wet, I’ve already soaked his pants. Jonas leans forward until his lips touch the shell of my ear. “You’re not supposed to want this cock, which is the very reason you’re panting for it. But you’ve got to earn it. Get yourself off like this.”

I’m nearly mindless with pleasure. I loop my arms around his neck, pressing my breasts to the soft fabric of his shirt and grind myself against his cock. “I really just wanted a book.”

“You came into my study looking for exactly what you got.” He shifts his hands to my ass, squeezing and massaging but no longer guiding my movements. I have no one to blame but myself. He won’t let me forget it, either. “You wanted to interrupt my work and rub that needy pussy all over me until I take care of her. Isn’t that right?”

“No,” I sob. I’m so close. Every time he squeezes my ass, it feels like a bolt straight to my clit. I feel just like the little slut he’s named me. I want more.

“Is that not enough for you?” He sounds almost bored. “Typical.”

“Jonas, please.”

He stops my frantic motions. “Please, what? Ask me nicely and I’ll consider giving you what you need.”

“Your mouth again. Please.”

He lifts me easily and turns us around to set me in his chair. Watching this man go to his knees is something I’ll never get tired of. It’s even better because he’s fully dressed and I’m entirely naked. He guides my legs up and back, spreading me wide. As I watch, he lowers his head and drags his face over my pussy. “You taste too fucking good. You make me want to have you spread out on my dining room table, eating this pussy morning, noon, and night. We could see how many times I can make you come all over my face.”

“Jonas.” I moan. “We can’t. We’re not supposed to do this.”

“You’re right.” He inhales, long and deep. “But you’re feeling needy and I have a willing tongue. It’d be a damn shame to leave you wanting.”

And then there’s no more time for talking. He licks and teases, driving my pleasure higher and higher until I can’t stop myself from begging. I dig my fingers into his hair and lift my hips as much as I can, rubbing myself against his lips. “Right there.”

“That’s right. You know what you want, don’t you? This.” He keeps up that motion, over and over again, until I splinter into pieces. One last long lick and then he rises, picks me up, and resumes our earlier position.

That orgasm should have taken the edge off. It doesn’t. It only seems to take my frenzy from a spark to an inferno. I start rubbing myself on his cock again, and Jonas sighs. “I should have known that wouldn’t be enough for you.”

“This is what you wanted.”


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