Her Hitman Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Contemporary, Dark, Mafia, Romance Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
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“Sparky?” I call, just to be safe.

He emerges from the forest, a big grin on his face, head tilted at me. “It’s okay, boy,” I tell him. “Good boy.”

Happy with the freedom, he darts back into the forest, running circles around a tree, tail wagging frantically. I double-check that the dog door can swing back and forth, and then carry the logs into the living room.

I have to focus on getting the fire started by purposefully not looking at Dakota. Otherwise, I’ll just leap on her right here, the way she sits with those big beautiful legs tucked beneath her ass, leaning sideways, a pose of casual sexiness that drives straight to the base of my rock hard manhood.

I stoke the fire and then step back, letting the flames lick and spit and whirl to life.

Then I turn to Dakota and stare down at her, my manhood downright throbbing now.

“Stand up,” I tell her firmly.

She rises to her feet, head cocked sassily, biting her lip for a moment.

That causes lava to surge up my length, her cheeks pricking red, everything about her screaming at me to fuck her, to claim her, to own her.

“I’ve been trying to fight this,” I snarl, moving closer to her until her face is almost pressed right up against my chest.

I stare down at her, leaning in, closer.

Closer.

“But I can’t. I don’t care if I should take it slow. As fucked up as it sounds, I don’t care if you’ve been through a lot. I don’t care if I’m taking advantage or any of that shit. Because if I go one more second without tasting those lips, I’ll go completely fucking crazy.”

She gasps when I grip her hips and slide my hands around to her lower back, shoving her tight up against me, so that there’s as little room between us as possible.

I lean down and bring my lips to hers with crushing force. She gasps again, this time muffled as our lips fuse together.

She tastes like home, that’s the only damn thing I can think, sweet and just-her, a taste that swirls welcomingly around my mouth.

She moans and wriggles against me, causing my hot hard cock to give another flare of need.

I slide my hands down, squeezing those ample ass cheeks, indulging in her curvaceous flesh as I press them together, burying my hands in her oh-so-tempting flesh.

Our tongues battle and then I kiss her cheek, getting closer to her ear, painting her in hot breaths and kisses.

“I need to taste your sweet pussy,” I growl in her ear. “It’s all I can think about. I need to see if you taste as good as you smell. Lie on your back for me, Dakota. Let me eat that fucking cunt.”

She gasps, squeezing onto my shoulders.

“This is crazy. Oh my God.”

“Is that a no?”

“Hell no,” she whimpers.

I smirk like the savage animal I am and take her shoulders in my hands, lightly pushing her back onto the armchair. Then I fall to my knees and grab her skirt and her tights and her panties.

I grab it all in bunches in my hands—and then I yank, hard, hungry to expose her bare bite-me flesh.

A feral song roars inside of me as I reveal inch upon inch of her flesh, some of it dappled red where it’s gone from the cold of outside to the heat of the fire. Or maybe it’s her lust. I don’t know … Whatever it is, I can’t resist bringing my mouth to the red dappled spots of her thick thighs and biting and kissing softly, tasting her tangy gorgeous sweat.

“Fuck, you’re delicious,” I snarl.

“R-really?” she whimpers.

I lean back and stare at her, her knees trapped together with her tangled clothes.

My cock pulses.

Her pussy is framed by the shape of her legs, pushed together as if its precious pinkness is hiding from me. Her lips look slightly swollen in their neediness, her hole peeled open just a little, enough to make me salivate as I grab her clothes and pull them the rest of the way, leaving her thighs bare, her pussy completely mine now.

Mine always.

I grab her thighs and move her so that they’re draped over my shoulders, shifting close so that my face is a bare inch from her pussy. Her scent deafens me, becoming my world, as I lean closer and stroke my tongue up one of her lips, hyper-aware of the way it makes her shiver against me.

“You like that,” I growl.

“Y-yes,” she moans. “Oh God, it’s … your tongue is on fire, Damian.”

“You do that to me,” I snarl, and then I can’t talk anymore.

Reaching up to wrap my hands around her thighs, I pull her so that her beautiful tangy cunt is pressed right up against my face.

And then I feast.

I don’t have the ability to tease her and play with her when she’s this close to me. Instead, I gorge on her sweet slit, opening my mouth so that my upper lip is pressed against her clit and my lower lip is against her hole, darting my tongue all over the tapestry of her so that I can taste as much of her as possible.


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