Texting The CEO Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Erotic, Insta-Love, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46279 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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My pace picks up with beastly ferocity.

I pump my hips, driving deeper with each thrust, my helm pushing at her innermost spot.

There’s no hesitancy in the way she moves now, nothing holding her back.

She shifts up and down, using her hips to make my cock feel even more like it’s a volcano, rumbling, full of pressure, ready to erupt.

I’m not sure how long we exist in this pleasure-filled place, both of us gasping and moaning and getting closer to a release.

When her hands fall away and grab the sheets in big bunches, I know she’s almost there.

Her eyelids start to flutter as though the pleasure is so intense it’s taking hold of every part of her.

The sound her breath makes will stay with me forever, the sound of pure release, the sound of hunger and lust and sexiness without any restraint mixed in to spoil it.

I rear back like the animal I am, giving myself the best vantage point to watch her come for me. She makes a surprising breathy noise as though she doesn’t believe it’s going to hit her.

And then it does. I feel her pussy getting tighter around my shaft, pulsing as it gathers up her ecstasy.

I thunder harder into her in response. She cries out and bucks against me and then cries out again, her mouth open in a scream.

I get the sense she can’t control it.

Pleasure seeps down my length, thick white come coating my dick and making me even slicker.

I ravage her pleasure spot, the walls of her pussy squeezing as she comes urging me to my release.

My seed surges up my shaft, right to my tip, so that all I can think about is how it feels and how my woman looks, sounds, smells – everything.

Just my cock and her. Just our future and my mystery girl.

The sensation grows hotter, all-consuming, feeling like the only thing that exists.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I roar as a bomb ignites at the end of my cock.

There’s never been a release like this. It surges up and out of me, buzzing right at the end of my dick, so scorching hot it’s difficult to take.

I feel like I’m shooting everything I have to give, every drop of come I’m capable of releasing, as though my body wants to get her pregnant the first time.

I fall atop her, finding her lips amidst the mayhem.

We find it difficult to kiss as our bodies tremble, our teeth making contact.

My cock doesn’t stop. Moment after moment, I’m shooting boiling come into her tight no-longer-a-virgin valley.

She wraps her arms around me, hugging me, cradling me as we rock together.

Finally, we slow down, our bodies twitching as though with the aftershocks of what we just shared.

I roll aside, pulling her into my embrace. She rests her cheek against my chest.

I’m sure I can feel the shape of her smile against my skin.

“I can’t believe we just did that,” she whispers.

I slide my fingers through her hair. “Believe it, mystery girl. Because we’ll be doing it again very soon.”

She trails her finger along my stomach, between the gradations of my abs muscles. “Was I….”

“You were everything I dreamed you’d be,” I cut in. “You are everything I ever wanted, Fiona. Never doubt how badly I need you.”

“And the sex?” she says.

I chuckle. “I thought I made that clear.”

She props herself up on my chest, her cheeks flushed, her hair sweaty, looking vivacious and confident. “First time, remember? You can’t blame a girl for fishing for compliments.”

“I guess you can’t,” I say, laughing. “Okay then, Fiona. You were incredible. You were sexy and natural and so fucking hot. I thought I was going to explode at the beginning. When you were grabbing your tits for me….”

I smirk, gesturing down at my manhood. I’m stirring again, all this talk of my woman triggering my appetite.

“Now, see what you’ve done.”

A second, a flash – that look again, like she thinks she can’t do it. But then she smiles.

“I’m not complaining… are you?”

I answer with a kiss.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

Fiona

“I’m so glad everybody gets along,” I say, walking over to Felix in the kitchen.

We’re in his big open-plan apartment…or our apartment as he insists I call it. We’ve been living together for a week and a half, meaning it’s been two and a half weeks since we first made love.

Since then, we’ve hardly been able to stop, our hunger igniting every time we’re alone together.

Maybe that’s why we invited Rachel, Felix’s mom, and Felix’s nurse, Sebastian, over for dinner.

Felix looks over at me. He’s wearing a T-shirt and faded blue jeans, the shirt rising to show me a glimpse of his stomach muscles as he reaches up for a pan. He places it down with a grin.

“I know that look.”

“What?” I say, acting innocent.

He tilts his head. Lately, we’ve become so good at reading each other. It's almost easier than it was when all we did was send each other texts. Sometimes I remember those days like they were a different life, even if it was only a few weeks ago.


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