My Boyfriend’s Possessive Daddy Read Online Lena Little

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Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37733 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 189(@200wpm)___ 151(@250wpm)___ 126(@300wpm)
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I park in front of Maryanne’s house then get out and climb the steps to the porch. The door opens before I can even knock, and my heart almost stops when I see Elodie standing there with her full lips curled upward. Her hair is in braids and a blue and her white sundress shows off her shapely legs and hugs her full bosom enticingly. My cock stiffens, and I shift on my feet and start mentally running through medical vocabulary terms again.

“Hey,” she says.

“Hey, yourself.”

“What are you doing here?”

“I came to see your grandmother. I just want to check in and see how she’s doing.”

It’s not a lie, but it’s also not the full truth. Yes, I’m doing a follow up with Maryanne, but I’m also here to talk to her. Why I didn’t just tell her that, I don’t know. There’s something about her that has me all twisted up inside. Twisted up in ways I’ve never been and didn’t know I could be. It’s fucking confounding, and more than anything, right now, I just need a little clarity. I need to get my head on straight.

“Oh, well, we just got back from a walk,” Elodie tells me. “I think she overdid it because she’s tired and laid down to take a nap.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Come in,” she says.

I follow her into the house. She closes the door behind me and motions for me to follow. Her sundress hangs to the middle of her thigh and the skirt frames her ass so nicely, not even medical vocabulary terms are helping me right now. Elodie leads me into the kitchen where she grabs a bottle of water from the refrigerator and turns to me.

“Want some water?” she asks brightly.

“No, I’m fine, thanks,” I say. “When you were out on your walk, was your grandmother lightheaded? Short of breath? Anything like that?”

Elodie shakes her head. “No, she didn’t seem to be struggling at all. But she kept going. I tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn’t. We walked for about half an hour and when we got home, she was bushed, so she just went to lie down.”

I frown, a little concerned for the older woman. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

Grabbing my bag, I walk to the back of the house and slip into Maryanne’s room. She’s lying on the bed, not quite asleep yet, and perks up when she sees me.

“I heard you overdid it on your walk,” I say.

She glances at me sheepishly. “Sorry. I suppose I did.”

“You’re going to have to learn to listen to me, Maryanne.”

“I will. I promise.”

“Uh-huh,” I tease.

I take her vitals and run her through a list of questions to assess whether her tiredness is from a little overexertion or if there’s something to be concerned about. By the time I’m done, I’m convinced she just overdid it.

“I think you’re okay. You just pushed a little too hard,” I tell her.

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry. Just listen to what I’m telling you, Maryanne. You don’t want to push too hard right now. I don’t want anything bad to happen to you.”

“I won’t.”

“Okay, good. Get some rest.”

“Thank you, Dr. Collier.”

Getting to my feet, I pick up my bag and head out of the room, closing the door softly behind me, then make my way down to the kitchen. Elodie is leaning over the center island scrolling her phone. She puts it down when I walk in and stands up.

“She’s okay. She just needs some rest,” I tell her. “And she needs you to put your foot down and tell her no when she wants to go gallivanting around like that.”

“Gallivanting?” she says with a giggle. “Who says gallivanting anymore?”

“I do. It’s a fantastic word that’s criminally underused,” I say. “And I’m also being serious. You need to figure out how to rein her in.”

She gives me a mock salute. “Aye, aye, Captain.”

“Good girl.”

We pause for a moment and the air between us is charged with anticipation. With expectation. With the shared memories of our tryst in my office.

“So,” she says, “did you want to talk about what happened between us?”

“No. I don’t want to talk about it.”

Her full lips curl down, and she looks disappointed. “No?”

“No.”

Instead of saying another word, I drop my bag and step over to her, pushing Elodie back against the center island. She gasps when I kiss her, but she immediately melts into me, kissing me back with passion and fire. As my cock stiffens, she grinds against me, pulling a long, languid moan from my lips.

“Ssshhh,” she cautions with a flirty tone in her voice. “We don’t want to wake Mam.”

With my face painted with a desperate desire, I slide my hands beneath the hem of her sundress and slip them into the waist of her panties, relishing Elodie’s smooth, soft, round, absolutely perfect ass. Everything about this girl is perfect, and she fills me with a passion I’ve never known before. As we kiss, I knead and squeeze her ass.


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