His To Claim Read Online Flora Ferrari

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Total pages in book: 48
Estimated words: 46674 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 233(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
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“No pressure, then,” she whispers, trying for a joke, but her lust-filled moaning belies her.

“There’s a lot of pressure,” I growl, ignoring her attempt at humor. “When I finger that sweet hole, you’re going to move your hips in time with me. You’re going to ride my finger until you can’t take it anymore. Understand?”

“Y-yes,” she whimpers.

“God, you’re so fucking good at taking instructions,” I growl.

“Is that a good thing—”

I don’t give her a chance to finish her sentence.

I shove two fingers into her right away, pushing all the way up to my knuckles, her hole expanding as though in a gasp of surprise. She’s so tight it takes every fiber of self-restraint I have not to pull out my cock and just drive inside of her.

She falls against the shower wall, letting out shivering moans as the slick sound of her core fills the room, so loud and horny it even rises above the waterfall shower, which still blasts hot water and fills the room with steam.

I fuck her pussy with my fingers, going as deep as I can, her ass cheeks shivering as her whole body begins to shake in her sudden pleasure.

“I. Told. You. To. Ride. It.”

With each word, I shove my fingers into her with even more force.

She does her best to buck with my movements, but I can tell she’s too lost in her pleasure, her hole getting tighter and tighter around my fingers with each savage thrust.

Wet noises dominate the room now.

“You’ve got a noisy little cunt, don’t you?” I growl.

“I’m sorry,” she gasps.

“Quiet,” I command gruffly. “It’s a good thing.”

“Oh, oh,” she moans. “Freaking hell—Oh, oh.”

I lean back and watch, getting the best seat in the house as I finger-blast her to outer orbit.

I pump my entire arm, almost lifting her off the ground so that she has to stand on her tiptoes.

Her moans become strangled and silent for a second, as though everything inside of her is focused on the fire between her legs.

But then – as a wonderful torrent of cream begins to surge over my fingers and hand and down her thick thighs – she sings out her lust, the most beautiful singing I’ve ever heard.

I pound her hard, shoving another finger into her needy-as-fuck cunt, over and over, watching in captivation as her pleasure takes over and she begins to buck and writhe against me.

A little late to be following my instructions.

But the show makes up for it.

Finally, she grows still, panting, laying her cheek against the shower wall.

The sexiest part is how her body twitches a few times afterward, as though the judders of the orgasm are still boiling through her as aftershocks.

“Turn around, Aida,” I growl.

She turns slowly, her azure eyes still wide as though pinned open in shock.

I bring my come-soaked fingers to her mouth.

“Suck. Taste yourself.”

“Ew,” she says, cringing back a little. “No.”

“No?” I snarl, disbelief ricocheting through me.

When was the last time I heard no?

“No,” she says, her lips hardening into a flat, determined line now. “I don’t want to do that. I wanted to do … what we just did. But not that.”

We hold each other’s gazes for a long moment, and for a second I think about pinning her against the wall and forcing her to suck until every last drop is gone. But as much as she awakens the beast inside of me, I’ll never do anything she genuinely doesn’t want me to.

And the truth is I respect her.

No woman in the underworld would’ve refused such a command from Don Arturo Amato.

“Fine,” I snap.

I bring my fingers to my mouth and suck greedily, tasting her sweet cream, tasting something else beneath it, as though her body is giving me signals that it’s ready to take my seed and give me children.

Children.

I never wanted them before, but looking at her naked wide-hipped body, I know it’d be criminal not to give her body what it so plainly wants.

She tastes tangy and sweet at the same time.

She watches me, biting her lip, cheeks reddening.

“You greedy girl,” I smirk, teasing her gruffly. “You want to taste it now, don’t you?”

She pauses, and then I see recognition glint in her eyes.

“You mean … kiss you?”

I don’t answer with words.

Kissing her was definitely not part of the plan.

Fuck, none of this was.

I grab her by the shoulders and bring my come-soaked lips to hers, crushing hers in the kiss, feeling the smoothness of her lips and tasting her tongue and inside her mouth. I want to drown in a river of her juices, everything she has to offer, and then use them as lube as I pound into her tight cunt.

I want to sink into her.

I think I’m already lost.

What the hell has gotten into me?

Chapter Five

Aida

I truly feel as though I’ve slipped into some upside-down world as we sink into the kiss.


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