Intern For My Best Friend's Dad: An Instalove Possessive Age Gap Romance Flora Ferrari (most inspirational books .txt) 📖

“Not as perfect as you,” I murmur.

He chuckles darkly.

“You better remove your hand for the time being,” he says.

I flinch, wondering if this is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for when he reveals that this is all some twisted joke.

He narrows his eyes at me for half a moment and then turns back to the window.

“No, Sophia. Not because I don’t want to feel that hand wrapped around my dick. I want it too badly. I won’t be able to focus.”

“Oh,” I say, giggling. “It feels so good to drive you crazy. I dreamt of seeming sexy to you for so long. But I never thought it would become a reality.”

“Oh, my little dreamer,” he says. “Together, we’re going to make all our dreams come true. Look.”

“Where?” I ask, turning to the blue sky.

“Down.”

I glance at the sea and then I spot it. A large yacht sits in the middle of the ocean, growing grander in scale as we fly down toward it. Solomon handles the helicopter smoothly, making our descent easy and nowhere near as rumbly as when he was bringing me to a mind-searing orgasm.

“So this is your surprise?” I say, glee shimmering in my voice. “A private yacht? Solomon, it’s so great.”

“Anything for you, Sophia. Always.”

He hovers over the yacht and then brings us down on the helipad. I’m still in awe that he knows how to pilot a helicopter and, even more than that, I never heard about it.

Over the years, I’ve done so much reading about Solomon Sky, studying his photo in Time more times than I can count.

But everything is so much sweeter in real life than in silly fantasies, so much purer, so much warmer, so much more real.

As we wait for the helicopter blades to stop rotating, I grin broadly across at him.

I know that the time has come.

And I know that I’m ready.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Solomon

I stand on the balcony, gazing out at the ocean as the late-afternoon sun sets the water ablaze.

After we landed, I had lunch with my queen on the deck, but it was hard to focus on the taste of the food when my mind was brimming with the taste of her.

I remember how she creamed for me, squirting into my mouth, her juices exploding in unstoppable lust.

Now I’ve given her some lingerie to change into, arranged on my flight back from the UK.

My manhood presses against my zipper, my seed urging it to burst free, urging me to charge in there and throw her onto the bed before she’s changed into that outfit.

I grip my hands behind my back, grimacing, trying to slow my breathing.

But it’s impossible when I hear her voice through the diaphanous silk curtains, blowing in the ocean breeze.

“Solomon,” she calls, her voice shifting somewhere between sassiness and nervousness.

I swallow hard and try to remind myself that her precious pussy has never been touched before. I need to be gentle, to take it slow, to try and tame the beastly pieces of me she seems to delight in bringing out.

I push through the curtains and stand at the edge of the room. It’s a large room, with a marble ensuite off to the side and a four poster bed with a bar and seating area. Everything is sleek marble and plush rugs.

But none of that matters as my eyes devour her, perched on the end of the bed.

The lingerie is lacy and frames her ample breasts beautifully, pushing them together and making a perfect passage for my cock in her cleavage. The bra is pale pink, almost melting into the flushed tone of her skin. Her hair falls around her shoulders, messy, as though she’s already been fucked.

“What?” she murmurs. “Don’t you like it?”

“I told myself I was going to go slow,” I growl, stalking across the room and standing over her. “But I can’t. Not when you look like that.”

I reach down and tear off my belt and shred my zipper in half. She gasps as my cock springs up into her face, my massive fleshy pole gleaming with precome, so hard it points almost straight up.

I touch her face, stroking it as tenderly as I can.

“Have you ever sucked a cock before, my little dreamer?”

“Mmm,” she moans, shaking her head. “Never. It’s so big.”

“Open your mouth.”

She follows my command opening her mouth, keeping her eyes wide.

Fuck, she has so much power over me.

All my money, all my achievements, and my woman with her mouth just pushes that all away.

She fucking owns me right now, just as much as I own her.

“Are you going to be a good virgin and suck my dick, get it good and wet for your needy soaked hole?”

She nods, keeping her mouth open.

I groan as I slide my fingers between strands of her hair, grabbing her head and guiding the engorged helm of my cock to her lips. She gasps as I inch between her lips, pushing forward until I can feel the back of her throat closing up around my cock.

She looks up at me, her naïve eyes filling with tears. I’m about a quarter of the way into her, her mouth hot.

I love how obviously unschooled she is, her teeth touching my skin just a little as I pull out of her and repeat the motion.

“Oh,” she moans, as I hold my tip close to her lips. “I can’t take it all. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to,” I snarl. “Just reach up and jerk my base with one hand. Use the other to play with that hot tangy pussy of yours. I want you good and ready when I pound into you.”

“Okay … sir.”

Fuck, I love this woman.

I fight off the thought.

The last thing I want to do is ruin the moment by blurting something like that out, even if it’s true.

She reaches down with her small hand, toying with the pale pink panties, some of the fabric already darkening with her spreading desire.

She moans