My Roommate’s Dad Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Romance, Taboo Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 44167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 221(@200wpm)___ 177(@250wpm)___ 147(@300wpm)
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I nod slowly, feeling both disappointment and relief wind like twin flames in my chest. I wanted this so badly, but I also like the sound of what he’s suggesting. Time to ourselves, without having to worry about being seen. And making it special – I don’t know exactly what that means, but it has to be good.

“Alright,” I nod. “I… I trust you. Whatever you think is best, that’s what we’ll do. But what do we do now?”

“Now?” Finn looks thoughtful. “Well, I’ll take you back to campus. We’ve been here a while, and I have a lot of planning to get started on. You don’t need a late night on a weekday. I’ll drop you off somewhere outside so that Lexie doesn’t see.”

“Okay,” I say, trying to hide my disappointment. I would like to spend more time with him, but if this is how it has to be in order to make the weekend happen, then I can put up with it.

“But first…” his fingers trail over my lips again, rough pads making me shiver. “You said you trust me, right?”

“Yes,” I say, immediately. Maybe I shouldn’t. It’s not like I have a reason to. But for some reason, I trust him right away.

“Then let me make you feel good,” he says, his fingers tracing over the side of my face, my neck. “Before we go, let me give you something to remember me by until the weekend.”

Remember him? As if I could forget. But I don’t argue, because the way he says it makes me shiver in the most delicious of ways, and as his hands trace over my arm it sends a wave of goosebumps over me that make me want to fall apart in his arms.

“Just relax,” he breathes, his hand slipping down to my thigh, to the bare skin where my skirt keeps riding up. “Let me take care of you.”

I let my eyes slide shut, trusting him utterly. If I don’t see what he’s doing, I won’t get bashful or nervous. If I don’t see what he’s doing, I can just relax. His hands are on my thighs, and before I know it I feel him shifting from beside me, moving, gently nudging me around…

I open my eyes and see him kneeling in front of me, pushing his torso up between my knees, and even as I watch he takes hold of me by the hips and pulls me towards him. I scoot to the edge of the seat and let my eyes close again so I don’t have to think about how close he is to me, what he’ll see, how exposed I am and will be before him.

It starts with light kisses on the inside of my thighs, making me part my legs wider in reaction. My skirt rides further and further up my hips and Finn’s hands follow it, gliding along the outside of my thighs, only stopping when his fingertips hit my panties. I shudder and blush despite my closed eyes, knowing how intimate this is, how no man has ever seen my panties like this – not while I’m still wearing them.

Finn’s hands linger, but his face moves, getting closer in towards me as the kisses land higher and higher up my thigh, making me open before him like the petals of a flower. His fingers hook into the side of my panties and they begin to move downwards, making my breath catch in my throat. But I remember what he said that I should trust him. That if I trust him, he’ll make me feel good.

And this already feels so good, I can’t imagine how much better it could get.

Finn draws the lacy material of my panties away so slowly, it makes me shiver. He kisses the inside of my knees before he draws the fabric down over them, and then lets it drop to the floor, before unhooking the panties from one of my feet. Now I’m so aware of how open my legs are how wide I’ve spread them – how much he can see of me, everything, laid out bare before him.

The thought is driven from my head as I feel a first tentative touch right there between my legs, such a light brush that anywhere else it might have been ignored. But not there – not right on the most sensitive part of me, where everything is magnified a million times and that one touch makes me breathe sharply. And oh, god, mentally beg him to do it again.

Finn gives me what I want right away, and this time the touch is surer, firmer as if he was only getting me used to the idea. His fingers rub and circle over my nerves in a way that feels so incredibly good, the rough pad of his thumb distracting all other thoughts from my head. My head lolls back against the seat, I’m so lost in the sensation that nothing else matters. I hear myself moaning low in my throat, unbidden and unexpected. It’s like I’m not in control anymore – he is, and I’d give anything to keep it that way.


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