Intern For My Best Friend's Dad: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  He doesn’t want me. He can’t want me. Not like that.

  Yet as I step into the private closeness with him, his body brushing against mine, I feel an impossible hope flaring to life within me.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Solomon

  What the fuck am I doing?

  When I saw that Sophia was leaving on my private security camera feed of the lobby, something twisted inside of me, something primal and compulsive. I knew I had to follow her.

  It felt like I had no choice.

  I’m not in control now.

  My seed swells and burns, roaring at me to take this woman, this fertile, beautiful woman.

  Now, she’s pressed close to me, her breasts grazing my abs as she wriggles deeper into the phone booth.

  “Now what?” she murmurs, her cheeks shiny and flushed in the light of the naked bulb. “I hope you realize how super-villain-esque this is, Solomon.”

  I chuckle deeply. “Oh, I do. Don’t worry. Now—descend, password, Icarus.”

  She yelps and giggles as the elevator starts to move downward, taking us from the alleyway down into my private underground garage.

  She collapses against me and I quickly dart my arms out, wrapping them around her, telling myself I’m only doing it so she doesn’t fall.

  But that’s a damn lie.

  I’m doing it because she feels so voluptuous and curvy and compelling against me.

  She gasps as I squeeze her close, pressing myself forward.

  I wonder if she can feel the rock hard length of my manhood against her belly.

  I know I shouldn’t want her to be able to, but something lights up inside of me at the thought of her grinding against it. It’s not just the physical act, the perfection of her young, curvy body pushed up into the throbbing repressed lust held within my bulging dick.

  It’s the significance of it because this is what’s going to bring our family into the world.

  I want her to know that as she feels it, pushed close to me. I want her to feel our future, the potential we have for a life together.

  The elevator descends into the garage and stops, the platform coming to a halt on a wide-open room. Lights blink on, up and down the garage, bouncing off the hoods of my vehicles, sports cars lined up on one side, high-performance vehicles on the other, and then my electric cars in the far corner.

  “What the hell?” my woman murmurs.

  My woman.

  I can’t stop myself from thinking of her in that way, even if it’s wrong, even if it would kill Caitlin.

  “Why do you have this secret lair?” she asks.

  I step away from her with an effort, every urge inside of me calling me a damn idiot, demanding that I stay close to her.

  She bites her lip, staring at me, her cheeks infused red.

  She felt it, felt me.

  She knows exactly what’s going on here.

  “I had some trouble with the press a few years back,” I tell her. “I was tired of being mobbed every time I stepped foot from the building, so I had this private garage installed. I mostly used it to sneak out the back, but it’s a good place to store my cars, too.”

  “It looks like you’ve got a bit of an obsession,” she giggles.

  Her laughter is like music to me, rioting through me with the force of long-withheld passion, with all the things we’re going to do when we finally accept that we have to be together.

  I shrug and walk over to her, somehow resisting the urge to slide my hand up her hip, over her belly, to her breasts.

  Every inch of her body is screaming out at me.

  “Okay, Cinderella,” I say. “It’s time to choose your chariot.”

  “Do you do this for all the interns?” she says, wheeling on me with a sassy glimmer in her eyes.

  I almost let out a carnal roar when she looks at me like that. I can track the nervousness flitting across her features, but there’s an ever-present feistiness beneath that, as though two parts of her are constantly at war.

  “No,” I say, unable to think of anything else to say.

  Just being near her is intoxicating.

  “Then why me?” she murmurs.

  “Because you’re …”

  I trail off, somehow stopping the words from erupting out of me.

  Because you’re the only woman I ever want to taste, to be with, for the rest of my life.

  “Because I’m Caitlin’s friend?” she says a moment later.

  I sigh and nod. Of course, she’s going to remind me of that. Perhaps she can sense the need rising up inside of me, the atavistic desire drumming inside of me, seeping into my tone, my breath, my words, my body.

  She’s subtly telling me to back off because if we acted on this, we’d ruin my daughter’s life.

  Fuck.

  “Yes,” I say. “Exactly. You’re an old family friend. It’s only polite. So, which car?”

  She looks at me for a long moment, unsaid words flaring in her eyes.

  “Um, the electric one,” she says. “Might as well be environmentally-friendly or whatever.”

  The way she says or whatever makes me want to grab her shoulders and shove her up against the wall, claim her with my lips and show her just exactly who’s in charge here.

  She’s brimming with sassiness, petulance even, and I hunger to put her in line.

  She walks over to a sleek silver car, her ass shifting from side to side in the tight-fitting skirt. She must have some idea of what she’s doing to me when she walks like that. The way the fabric shifts over the spank-me-now bulbs of her ass is driving me insane.

  It would be so easy, so sweet to stride over to her and push her forward, forcing her down onto the hood of the car.

  Then I’d peel her skirt up and yank her tights down.

  I wouldn’t even warm her up first. I know my little fuck-queen would be soaked already. I’d just yank down her tights and her panties and then drive up inside of her, pummeling her needy nineteen year old pussy as she gasps and begs for more.

  “So?” she says. “Are we going?”

  I smirk, stalking over to her.

  “Why the attitude, Sophia?” I say.

  She flinches. “Attitude, what attitude?”

  I laugh dryly.

  My heart pounds a frantic tempo in my chest, a beat that is almost a language.

  Take-her, own-her, fuck-her.

  “This attitude,” I snarl.

  She tosses her head, her cheeks turning an even deeper shade of crimson. It’s like her body’s trying to tell me how horny she is even if our minds know it’s wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this. We need to think of the consequences.

  But in this locked-away area – private, a separate world – I can’t bring myself to linger on what could go wrong.

  All I can think about is how fresh and goddamn vivacious she looks, so full of life she’s making my balls swell and my cock pulse.

  “I didn’t mean to give you an attitude … sir.”

  I chuckle, stepping forward so that I’m standing over her. I can scent her perfume and her sweat and her just-Sophia scent.

  I can scent her lust, rising in the air like vapor, tempting me.

  “Do you have any idea what you do to me when you call me sir?” I growl. “You must know the games you’re playing with me, Sophia.”

  Her eyes widen and her lips part, making my heart thud even faster and deeper, something I thought was impossible before it starts. Every subtle tic of her expression sends surging need through me, into me, bone-deep so I can hardly think.

  All I know is her.

  All I want is her.

  “I don’t understand,” she murmurs.

  “Don’t play innocent,” I say, moving even closer.

  She steps back so that she’s pushed up against the hood of the car.

  I don’t let her get away, moving until my body is pressed right up against hers.

  This time, I make sure she can feel the solid length of my lust.

 
I press forward, driving it against her, tracking the moment she feels it by the reverberations across her cute-as-fuck face.

  “You’re not a little girl anymore,” I tell her. “So don’t pretend you don’t know what’s going on here.”

  She lets out a whimpering noise that goes directly to my dick, driving me feral, making me want to roar like the beast I am.

  “Why?” she murmurs.

  “Why what?” I snap, leaning down so that I’m staring directly into her innocent, dark brown eyes.

  “Why me?” she says.

  I shake my head in disbelief.

  “Are you joking?” I growl.

  “No,” she says, letting out a disbelieving puff of air I can feel against my face, hot and tempting, compelling me to move even closer.

  “Because you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” I tell her. “Because you’re curvy in all the right places. Because you’ve got hips made for grabbing as I ram into your fresh young slit. Because you’re you, Sophia. That’s why.”

  She gasps, staring at me, and then bites her lip.

  “You still don’t believe me,” I growl, reading her like I’ll always be able to read her.

  I never paid attention to her when she was just Caitlin’s friend, but now everything she does is vividly real to me, vital and important.

  I dart my hand out and grab her wrist. I can’t stop now.

  I’m not Caitlin’s dad anymore.

  I’m just the beast who needs to make my mate mine.

  I guide her hand to my groin, pressing her hand against the solid length of my cock through my pants.

  She lets out a whimpering sigh and starts to moan as I grind her hand up and down my member.

  Her hand is fire-hot, even through my pants.

  I let out a shivering, savage sigh.

  “Do you believe me now?” I demand. “Feel how fucking crazy you make me, Sophia.”

  I let go of her hand and she keeps rubbing, biting her lip, her eyes brimming with curiosity and fascination as if she’s never done anything like this before.

  “This is wrong,” she moans.

  But she keeps rubbing, up and down, causing my cock to burn and my balls to swell even more. My seed writhes and roars and tells me to take her right now, to bend her over the hood of the car and fuck her brutally, like two animals falling upon each other in the wild.

  I’m her predator and she’s my prey.

  “Then why does it feel so damn right?” I snarl, leaning down.

  CHAPTER FIVE

  Sophia

  He presses his lips against mine and I feel as if the whole world is burning.

  My body sets alight as our lips fuse together, his tongue sliding hotly into my mouth and making me moan.

  I still can’t believe this is happening. It’s like I’m addicted to rubbing up and down the solid massive length of him. I can’t believe how hard he is, his manhood swelling and twitching in his pants as I rub from the base to the tip.

  He growls through the kiss, our tongues swirling together, tingles dancing around my mouth and moving down my throat to the nape of my neck. My nipples prick and harden when he pushes even closer to me, so close I can’t grab onto his cock anymore.

  I slide my hands up his arms instead, squeezing onto the boulder-like muscles of his shoulders. He wraps his hands around my body and grabs onto my ass cheeks, palming them roughly, snarling as he devours me with his lips.

  Then he breaks off the kiss, staring at me with fire glinting in his possessive eyes.

  “I need to feel you,” he pants breathlessly. “I need to feel how tight you are.”

  Panic rises up inside of me, making a maelstrom of my insides, swirling and taunting.

  He really doesn’t know what I am, who I am.

  What would happen if I told him?

  Would this fever dream come to an abrupt end?

  “I … not here, Solomon,” I murmur, the best excuse I can come up with right now.

  My body goes tight and angry when I utter those words, as though a force deep inside of me is willing me to bend over and take his cock here—take it anywhere he’s willing to give it to me.

  “Fine,” he grunts. “I don’t need to fuck you right now. But I’m tasting you, Sophia. I’m making you cream for me. So get your fucking ass on the hood of this car before I lose my patience.”

  I gasp and shift backward as he grips my hips and helps me onto the car. The hood is cool against my ass through my tights and my skirt.

  Solomon takes a small step back, staring down at me with his jaw pulsating. Every part of him is as hard as his manhood, his desire bubbling up from inside of him the same way mine does.

  His suit looks like it could erupt with how much tension courses through him.

  “Those legs,” he snarls. “They were made for sex. Look at that curvy-as-fuck body. You were made for this moment, Sophia. You were made for me.”

  He leans down and slides his hands up my thighs, keeping his gaze on me the whole time, as though he’s fascinated with the way my lips twitch and my expression quivers.

  His hands slide up and up, my skin buzzing tantalizingly, skirting so close to my sex my clit starts to throb and pulse.

  Grabbing the top of my tights and my panties in his fists, he pulls them down roughly, my bare ass cheeks and legs coming into contact with the cool hood of the car.

  He pulls and pulls until they’re around my knees.

  “Lift your legs,” he snaps.

  “Okay,” I pant, doing as he says, pointing my toes so that he can pull my tights and panties off.

  I wonder if this is the moment where he realizes what he’s doing. When he realizes he can do so much better than me.

  I wonder if this is when we both remember how much of a betrayal this is.

  But when his gaze comes to rest on my naked sex, it’s like a beast rises up from deep inside of him. His eyes sear into my sex, making it tingle, even more, my hole gushing with wetness and primal desire.

  “Look at that perfect fucking cunt,” he growls. “Jesus Christ, Sophia. Open those legs. Show me how much you want this.”

  I do as he says – it feels so good making him savage like this – and open my thighs until they’re spread wide. I feel my hole widening, more wetness seeping onto the hood of the car.

  He slowly lowers himself to his knees, moving with an agility and poise I wouldn’t have expected from a man of his size. He moves like a panther ready to leap onto its prey.

  His hands are sun-hot as he grabs my thighs, pulling me to the edge of the car.

  He brings his mouth to my thighs, biting softly, my skin dancing with a million tingles.

  Higher and higher, he finally reaches my pussy, where he holds his mouth.

  His breath purrs over my lips and my clit, making me twitch and writhe on the hood of the car.

  “You’re an eager girl, aren’t you, Sophia?” he growls, more hot breath whispering over my center.

  “Y-yes,” I whimper. “Oh, God. It feels so good. You feel so close.”

  “You smell so fucking needy,” he breathes. “You smell so fucking perfect.”

  He pushes his face forward, opening his mouth so that he can consume my pussy. It feels like he’s submerged my lower half in a vat of lava, every part of me bubbling and burning up.

  I don’t want it to stop, ever.

  I shift my hips against him, grinding up and down in time with his tongue strokes.

  He flickers his tongue against my engorged clit fiercely, honing my reality down to this moment, and this moment alone.

  I don’t let myself think about how wrong this should feel.

  Starlight hisses across my pussy, my clit enflaming as if all the pent-up desire inside of me is trying to burst out of my horny, hungry pussy.

  He grips my thighs harder, burying his dominating hands into my skin.

  I gasp and writhe against him.

  Part of me wants to scream at him to let go because
I can feel how thick I am against his hands, how much there is of me for him to grab.

  But he growls and licks me even faster, his tongue surging against me and causing coils and reverberations of deeper euphoria to wrap around my thighs, trapping me in place.

  He licks down and makes his tongue as hard as his cock, sliding it into my hole, my lips parting, and taking his tongue deep inside of me.

  He snarls and tugs me closer to him, his hands burning imprints on my skin. I just know he’s going to leave my skin red and blotchy, marked with this moment, and I let out a moan at the thought.

  I want to be branded his.

  Forever.

  He slides back up to my clit.

  “You better fucking cream for me soon,” he snaps. “I need to taste you, all of you. Tell me you’re close, you horny fucking thing.”

  “I’m close … sir.”

  I remember what he said when I called him sir before.

  I remember the lust that shimmered through him, the first domino in the line that led to this moment.

  His breath shivers and he grips my thighs somehow harder.

  “You drive me insane,” he groans and then attacks my pussy with even more force.

  I gasp and sing out moans, bucking my hips against him, smearing my soaked pussy against his lips, his tongue.

  He presses down on my clit so that I can’t think about anything other than the lit fuse between my thighs, an explosion creeping into the edges of sensation, whispering that I’m close, so freaking close I ache.

  “Oh, fuck—fuck.”

  “Yes,” he snarls. “Good fucking girl. Cream for me, Sophia.”

  “I—am,” I gasp. “I …”

  I can’t speak as the orgasm punches into me, rising from some deep and starry place and erupting like a series of fireworks inside of me. All I know is the heat of his tongue against my clit, my clit tingling and sizzling like my entire pussy is going to set on fire at any moment.

  I reach down in a moment of wild confidence and touch the back of his head, threading my fingers through his soft silver hair.

  He grunts and pushes even harder into my pussy, his tongue targeting my clit like he’s trying to obliterate it.

  My hole flutters as wave upon wave of pleasure releases out of me, a cacophony of it blaring deafeningly through me.