Claimed By Her Best Friend’s Dad Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 45943 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 153(@300wpm)
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“Come in,” I say, moving over to the door.

She pushes it open and my manhood gives another angry pulse, as though it wants to roar at me to claim her right fucking now.

She’s wearing gray sweatpants and a tank top that shows the pink of her bra through the material, her curvy body drawing my eye inexorably, the way her hips lilt down to her thighs, those thighs that deserve to be grabbed and kissed and bitten and indulged for hours on fucking end.

I need to calm down.

Fast.

I’m breathing like a demon about to burst out of hell.

I’m breathing like a bear.

I’m ready to throw her into the boxing ring and lay her on her back, tear those sweatpants off and taste the sweet nectar of her sex.

“Am I early?” she asks, walking slowly into the room.

“No,” I tell her. “Come on. Let’s get started.”

I turn away, hoping that by banishing her from my vision maybe I can get rid of all these roaring impulses, too. But that’s a fool’s game where Jade is concerned. Even as I walk over to the boxing gloves and pads, my heart is thundering in my chest and my seed is roaring at me to take her.

I turn back, clenching my jaw so hard it almost hurts, the tension rioting through me only adding to the tightness.

“Let’s stretch first,” I say, watching as she walks tentatively toward me.

With each movement, her hips sway from side to side and her breasts bob and dance appealingly. It’s like a personal show just for me, her tank top hugging onto those juicy mounds and making my manhood so hard it feels like it could burst.

“Okay,” she says, looking around the gym and then letting her gaze settle on me.

Her scent is overwhelming this close.

She’s not wearing perfume, but there’s her shampoo and her just-Jade scent, like her body, is sending me urgent signals that I need to impregnate her right now, right this second. I feel like a predator ten thousand years ago with his mate insight, and if I don’t put my child inside her this dangerous world might collapse upon us and it’ll be too late.

“Okay, start by rolling your shoulders,” I say, having to fight off the urge to smirk.

Rolling her shoulders will make those breasts bounce so damn juicily for me, I know. And when they bounce and shift for me, I can let my mind go to hot-as-fuck places. I can imagine that my slick cock is gliding between the mounds of her breasts, pulsing, pumping …

Calm. The fuck. Down.

I show her how it’s done, slowly rotating my arms in circles. She bites her lip as those big emerald eyes move over me. Her hair is tied into a ponytail and her makeup-less face is pricked with red, with two spots of it on her cheeks, as though she’s nervous and horny and excited and a thousand other feelings all at once.

I’m stunned by how badly I want to understand this woman’s emotions, especially since I’ve steered clear from women ever since Yasmin’s mother.

No woman has ever had this kind of effect on me.

No woman has ever grabbed me like Jade does.

She’s one of a kind.

“Like this?” she asks, moving her shoulders in an imitation of me.

I stare hard at her breasts, watching as they shift up and down in that torturously tight tank top. She keeps biting her lip, making me want to pry open those sweet lips with the engorged helm of my cock and push in, deeper and deeper each moment, listening to her muffled groans and moans of pleasure.

My manhood gives another twinge and I bite down, growling silently at myself to focus.

“That’s right,” I say, voice hoarse with the difficulty of taming the beast she’s awakening inside of me. “Now just copy me.”

I lead her through a series of basic stretches, finding it impossible to take my eyes off her, especially when I tell her to bend over and try to touch her toes.

She’s game enough and leans down, but she stops halfway, letting out a soft moaning noise. The sound makes me want to grab my cock at the base and squeeze it hard, stroke the precome up and down my shaft until I’m good and slick for her.

Her moan is like music.

I stare at the round picture of her ass, the way it pushes against the fabric of her sweat pants. Her thighs are thick and downright beautiful, big juicy legs that are just begging for me to squeeze and bury my hands in. Everything about her is so full, so perfect for fucking and for childbearing.

She stands up and turns to me quickly. The crimson in her face has taken on a different quality, her whole body shaking as her wide eyes glare at me.


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