Marked by Ink Read Online Flora Ferrari

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Insta-Love Tags Authors:
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Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 46450 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 232(@200wpm)___ 186(@250wpm)___ 155(@300wpm)
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“You taste fucking perfect,” I snarl, giving her needy nipple a kiss as I return my hand to her soaked pussy. “My dick’s soaked in precome, Freya. I’m rock-hard for you. I need your pussy so badly.”

“Yes,” she moans. “Yes, yes, yes.”

I can hear the shiver in her voice, as though part of her isn’t sure she can do this.

But I know she can.

And nothing could stop us, not now we know we want the same future.

“What about you?” she murmurs.

I pause, leaning back, my finger moving in circles around her fluttering eager little sex.

“What about me?”

She tugs at my clothes. “Well…is this fair?”

I smirk. “Are you asking for a strip tease?”

She smiles up at me, her eyes glistening with pleasure.

“Maybe.”

I stand, looming over the bed, staring down at my woman as though she’s my prey. And she is, in a sense, except I’d never hurt her. I’d never let anybody else hurt her, either.

But at this moment, I become a predator, muscles pushing against my skin, my cock rock-solid and ready to explode.

“Rub your pussy,” I tell her. “And suck your finger too.”

Her hand slips between her legs, her fingers rubbing at her pink lips, looking ready, excited. But her other hand remains at her side.

“I don’t….”

She trails off as I pull the shirt over my head, tossing it to the floor, then quickly tear off my pants and underwear.

My cock springs up, hard, veins moving up and down the sides. The precome on the tip has slid down my length, making it glisten in the lamplight, just like my woman’s pussy does…

Like they’re calling out for each other, need each other.

“What were you going to say?” I growl, staring at her hand shifting against her drenched perfect pussy.

“I…,” she bites down, eyes widening, shaking her head. “I….”

“Say it.” I move right up to the bed, staring down at her. “Freya….”

“I was going to say I don’t want to suck my finger,” she whispers. “I want….”

My shy woman trails off again, but I get the message, my cock getting somehow harder, twitching at her words.

“Do it, then,” I say, struggling not to roar the words. “Get my cock even wetter. Make me even readier for your tight-as-fuck pussy.”

When she climbs onto her knees, I almost have to look away. I’m afraid I might explode, long hot streams of seed splashing against her tits and thick grab-me-now thighs.

But I can’t look away, not as she looks up at me, her cheeks a deep red, her hand reaching for the base of my cock.

“You’re so big,” she whispers.

Her hand tightens around the base, making my shaft hot, seed rushing up to my engorged end as if ready to erupt.

But I won’t let it, not until I feel her creaming down my cock, not until she soaks me with her pleasure.

I can barely speak as she strokes her hand up and down, spreading more precome over my shaft. Her hand trembles as she begins to pump it quicker, her mouth opening as she leans forward.

“Do I just suck it?” she whispers, keeping her voice low.

But I can hear the urge to scream in there, the same desire to roar in pleasure that thumps endlessly through me.

Somehow, I nod, though it’s difficult to do anything other than exploding all over her waiting tits.

My seed is yelling at me to be set free, but I grit my teeth, taming it.

My seed belongs inside her body, nowhere else.

“Okay,” she murmurs.

My hands clench into fists as she takes me in her mouth. The tattoo on my shoulder pulses as though telling me we’re getting close to the most important moment of our lives, the moment we make it official, our future, the moment it stops being a dream.

She sucks my tip, her mouth open all the way, bobbing her head up and down.

Her eyes are wide as she stares up at me, making my balls flood even more.

“Keep rubbing your horny little pussy,” I tell her.

One hand on my shaft, she smooths the other between her legs, moving it up and down so that more wetness spreads over her.

I can’t look away as the end of my cock erupts into heat, her tongue moving over my tip, just over my shaft, until she’s forced to move away.

“I can’t suck all of it,” she says, as though I’ll be mad.

Reaching down, I stroke the hair from her forehead.

“You don’t have to. Just the tip has me losing my mind. Your mouth was made for my cock, wasn’t it, Freya?”

“Yes,” she says, nodding and moaning at the same time, making me even more obsessed.

“Stroke my shaft as you suck it,” I tell her firmly. “Make the whole length wet with your spit. I’m going to slide into you soon. I know how tight you are. You want us both slick.”


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