More Than Dad's Best Friend: An Instalove Possessive Alpha Romance (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 121)

by Flora Ferrari

  The words wouldn’t come out, nor did I want them to. No more time for talking, only feeling…and showing her just how I feel about her.

  I damn near dive to the side, closing the distance between us just as she does the same…our lips crashing hard against the other’s and I know all hell’s about to break loose.

  CHAPTER 6

  Morgan

  I wasn’t sure if it was the sound of thunder or the cabinet door behind me splitting when my back slammed into them as he hoisted me up onto the countertop as if I weighed nothing.

  Silverware rattled, or was it the beginning of an earthquake that I’d wanted for so long, so badly?

  His lips come off mine and his head pulls back as he just stands there examining my face like it’s a work of art, as I sit perched on his kitchen countertop.

  “You’re so fucking beautiful. So. Fucking. Beautiful.”

  For a man who just scolded a boy my age about bad language in front of women, he sure knows when and where to use it himself.

  The rawness of his words…the way he was coming unhinged both physically and verbally made me feel like I was the one in complete control, even though I knew it was absolutely a facade.

  I had no control over him, and certainly none over myself.

  “Should we stop…or do you want this?” he growls.

  “Are you kidding me? I don’t want this to stop….not now, not ever.”

  Slowly a smirk covers his face and his lips dive back in kissing me even harder.

  The few seconds his face wasn’t pressed to mine were the only ones since he’d grabbed me right out of my seat and slid us both out the drivers side door and into his house. And with any luck I was here to turn his house into so much more…a home for us.

  “God, you taste so good,” he moans into my mouth as his tongue explores deeper.

  “I want you to take me,” I moaned back…the key word being take. I feel like he’s holding back and that’s the last thing I want. I want to feel all of him, his power and strength just like the storm outside. I want it all…the downpour of the rain on my skin, the sound of thunder, and the spinning like I’m caught in a tornado.

  He stops a second time, pulling back to examine me again as he just shakes his head.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing’s wrong. Everything’s so damn right,” he says as he leans back into me, pulling my ass toward the edge of the counter allowing my pussy to feel his cock begging to be freed from his pants.

  “Prove it,” I demand, and he resumes kissing me hard.

  “You’re mine, just like I said in the coffee shop,” he says into my mouth with so much conviction in his words there’s no doubt he believed it with every ounce of his being.

  “I need you…inside me.”

  He growls and then pulls me the rest of the way off the counter, carrying me I don’t know where…anywhere. All I know is I want out of these wet clothes and him in me.

  “Are you ready?”

  “Uh huh.”

  “I’d ask you if you’ve done this before, but I know you haven’t,” he says, our bodies on the move out of the kitchen.

  “How do you know?”

  “Because you were meant for me and there’s no way in hell you’d let anyone into that beautiful body of yours,” he says as he supports my entire weight with one hand and sweeps a stack of books off his dining room table.

  “Not on the table,” I say, just as my back finds the hard wood.

  “I can’t wait much more,” he threatens.

  “Down there,” I motion toward the side of the table.

  He scoops me up and quickly I’m on my back on the floor.

  “Not here. On top of the books.”

  “Huh?” he says.

  “Books mean everything to me, as do you. It sounds weird and maybe kinky and for sure messed up, but that’s who I am.”

  “You know what it sounds like to me?”

  I shake my head, ready for this perfect moment to go south.

  “Absolutely unique, and perfect, just like you.”

  He lifts me and places me on top of the scattered books, but I don’t feel their spines digging into my body at all. All I feel is between my legs, and inside my head…and they’re both screaming…perfect.

  My back arches over the stack of books and he uses the opportunity to palm my breasts.

  “See, reading has its benefits,” I joke.

  “And my imagination has been running wild with things I’ve been wanting to do to you.”

  “Then do them,” I say, feeling a sense of confidence overtake me.

  His big hand finds my zipper and he yanks it down before unfolding my pants like he’s pulling back the curtain to take a look at what’s inside.

  “Don’t just take a look,” I say, contracting my stomach muscles so I can lean up a bit and watch him. “Take all of me.”

  CHAPTER 7

  Myles

  She was shy and innocent no more. I knew she was a voracious reader with a wild imagination, but I didn’t know she could have such a demanding mouth on her when the time called for it.

  But it was time to put my mouth all over her and show her that the real thing was better than the fantasy, at least when it came to showing her just how much she was mine.

  I’d never been this hard in my entire life, and I had no idea how I was going to fit inside her, let alone last more than a second, but I didn’t care.

  All I could think about was being inside her, filling her with my seed, and putting a baby in that perfect belly of hers.

  I stared down her little cotton panties with the heart shapes on them as my hand gently made its way to the top of her stomach naturally.

  “You know what I’m going to put in here?”

  “You’re looking at my dripping wet pussy, but your hand is on my stomach, so which one am I supposed to guess?”

  “No need to guess because I’m going to tell you the answers with complete certainty.” I suck in a deep breath of air. “I’m gonna put my lips here,” I begin, nodding at what’s so close, yet so far away thanks to a little layer of cotton that I will soon punish for keeping me from what’s mine, “and a baby here,” as my hand grips her stomach more firmly.

  “Oh Myles.”

  She presses her stomach into my grip as my other hand reaches to pull her panties down, tearing them in my rush, I lift my hand off her stomach and yank her panties and pants down to her knees in one jerk.

  But I wasn’t about to stop there.

  I jerk off her pants, followed by those now torn panties, tossing them to the side of the room as I struggle to free myself of my own clothes thanks to the barrier my rock hard erection was putting up.

  “You know what I’m going to do to this pretty, pink, pussy of yours?”

  “Tell me.”

  “Tell you what? I want to hear you say it.”

  “My…pussy.”

  “Describe your pussy.”

  “My…I can’t say it about myself.”

  “Say it,” I demand, as I manage to wrestle my pants down to my thighs and quickly work myself free of them and my boxer briefs, which are wet from all the precome.

  “My…pretty, pink pussy.”

  “Whose pretty pink pussy?”

  “Mine, I mean yours.”

  “Ours,” I say just as my last foot breaks free and I slide back into position, her scent filling my nostrils as I breathe it in deep.

  “Are you ready now?”

  “Ready for what?”

  “For me to tongue your cunt until you cry out my name.”

  “Oh my—“

  But before she can finish I dive right in, licking straight up her folds and finding her clit, giving it a flick with the tip of my tongue, sending her hips bucking up right into my face.

  My dick thumps into a book that had slid underneath me as her nub throbs in my mouth.

  “Oh Myles!” she cries out.

  “Myles what?” I mumble into
her hole.

  “I’m yours.”

  Mine. Damn right she is.

  Her lips slide up and down as she treats my tongue like a paintbrush, but the canvas, her pussy, is doing all the work. Rightfully so, because she’s a masterpiece.

  I try and jam my tongue inside her, only to be reminded just how tight, and perfect, she is.

  Knowing I’m the first, and only man, to taste her, has me on edge already.

  “Come for me, Morgan, so I can see what I do to you.”

  I grab her waist hard with both hands as I jerk my head from side to side lapping at her pussy.

  My entire face was covered in her juices, but what I really wanted was to taste that musky scent of hers…to take her climax in my mouth and swallow it down, to accept every part of her, just like I was going to ask of her in mere minutes, if not seconds.

  “I’m so close.”

  “Don’t hold back. Let yourself fall. I’m here to catch you. Always.”

  As if my words were the permission she needed, her hands latch onto the top of my head as her hips buck just before her body stills and then jerks as she unloads right onto my tongue. I don’t even need to swallow, her gift is accepted inside me naturally.

  Her grip on my skull tightens and it only makes me slide my tongue in deeper, sending her right into round two…if round one even actually ended.

  Her body suddenly stills and all the life comes out of her as she just melts into that stack of books underneath us.

  I lean my head up and look at her closed eyes, and the smile on her face.

  “Oh my, God!” she laughs as her eyes open and she takes in the sight of me.

  I help sit her up and she rubs her hand through my hair trying to fix it as she dabs at my face with my shirt.

  We hadn’t even taken the time to get our tops off.

  “Leave it there,” I say. “I want it as a reminder of how you marked me…marked the most intimate part of me…my face.”

  “When are you going to mark me?”

  I cup the back of her head and kiss her with everything I’ve got, standing as I do and lifting her up.

  “Every day until you can’t walk, and for the rest of our lives,” I promise as I carry her to the shower.

  CHAPTER 8

  Morgan

  Myles left hand flips on the warm water while his right supports my entire weight, my legs wrapped around his waist.

  I’m quickly out of my top, and bra, and lifting his shirt up and over his head leaving us with complete skin-to-skin contact from here on out.

  His eyes rake over my chest, stopping on my taut nipples, which are more pebbled than they’ve ever been. My pussy aches, throbs, and I grind my pelvis against his abdominals trying to do anything to get the release I want.

  His eyes linger on my opening, as if him taking me in his mouth seconds ago wasn’t even close to enough for him. His look…feral. His breathing…heavy. The air in the room…tense.

  He’s staring me down like a cheetah on the plains of Africa, just waiting to strike…and I want nothing more than to be his prey.

  “Morgan,” rolls off his lips like warm honey off a spindle being dropped into flaming coals.

  My back straightens and I press my chest into him, my mouth finding the side of his neck.

  His pressure point is throbbing, and I kiss it, but it won’t submit. It only pounds more.

  I can feel his rod pressing up and into me from below and his massive member has me wondering how he’s ever going to fit all that inside me.

  I can’t wait to try.

  My cunt clenches, but comes up with nothing but air.

  “Show me where you want me to put my cock,” he demands.

  I reach down for one of his hands, taking his big mitt in mine and bringing it up to my mouth.

  “We’ll have time for that later, but first…show me somewhere else.”

  I release his hand and reach underneath me, grabbing his rod and trying to line it up with my hole…but he’s too long, too thick, and my underside is providing too much resistance. His dick isn’t bending at all, standing at a forty-five degree angle like a flagpole. I know if I wasn’t wrapped around his waist the angle would be ninety degrees…and his dick would easily be above his belly button.

  “Fuck, that feels so damn perfect,” he says, as I run my hand up and down his shaft, my fingers not able to completely wrap around his girth. “You know I could come right now?”

  “Why don’t you? I want to see it.”

  “Because there’s no way in hell my first climax isn’t going so deep inside you that it makes a child with you.”

  I gasp, subconsciously gripping his rod tighter which only has his eyes closing, his head leaning back, and him taking in a big breath of air as the water pounds against the back of my head and his chest.

  I felt like I could explode, and the thought of him exploding inside me…mating with me…there aren’t even words.

  Primed and ready is the only thing that came to mind. His.

  His head snaps forward and he kisses me hard, grunting into my mouth, “You know how long I’ve waited for this? Three of the longest months of my life.”

  “Not as long as I have,” I shot back. “I’ve wanted this for even longer, and you know it.”

  “Then why wait any longer? It’s time for me to be inside you…for the two of us to become one. For us to get lost in the idea of not being able to tell where one of us ends and the other begins.”

  His words went right to my head, making me feel dizzy.

  “I need to be inside you before I finish right fucking now. That’s how beautiful you are, darling. I’m so damn close already. I…,” he grunts. “I want to take you somewhere nice…to lay you out on rose covered sheets and show you just how much of a princess you are…but I can’t. There’s no fucking way I can turn back now. I, we, have to finish what we started. You deserve slow and easy, lovemaking all night long…and that’s damn sure gonna happen. But first? First, I need to claim you so the whole world knows that you’re mine. So you know that you’re mine. And so I can get this stress of not having you off my chest…and get my seed into your womb.”

  “Oh my God, Myles.”

  I stroke him faster, pumping his dick in rhythm knowing that I’m on the verge of coming just as he is.

  “Tssst!” I inadvertently mouth as I suck in a big breath of air, my body not able to get enough oxygen from both the heat of the shower, and more importantly the heat of his words…the entire moment.

  “Are you ready for me? All of me?”

  “I’ve been ready my entire life. Please don’t make me wait any longer.”

  CHAPTER 9

  Myles

  My entire body felt energized, like I was never so strong in my entire life…and I’m a strong guy.

  But holding her like this…knowing the moment I wanted so damn bad was so damn close. Knowing that this would bond us forever…nothing can make a man feel the way that knowledge does.

  At least not this man. And dammit if she didn’t make me feel like a man more than anything in the world. Whole. Complete. One. That’s how she made me feel. And by one, I mean us.

  I was ready to feel my cock sliding inside her, claiming her for the first time.

  I was ready to feel that tight little pussy of hers try to take all of me, and to fail, only to back out and try and try again until she could.

  I was ready to feel her body shake and snap and convulse as she climaxed on my rod.

  I was ready to hear her call out my name.

  Ready to watch her body still after I was done, only to do it to her again and again and again until the sunrise…and then drive her to school and drop her off right in front so the whole world knows who she belongs too.

  I slide one hand down between her legs and spread her lips, letting one finger slide in ever so slightly.

  Tight and wet…and mine.

  I reach for my dick, taking the angry fucker in one hand as I pull my hip
s back and bend at the knees, allowing me to maneuver my rod down and back and line it up with her opening causing her to gasp.