Page 96 of Hard to Fake

I cry out, my fist pulling on his hair. If it hurts, he doesn’t let on, just locks his mouth down and keeps stroking, sucking as I explode.

Oh God.

It rips through me like a wave, utter euphoria that has every inch of my body tingling.

“You’re so fucking sexy when you come.” He pulls back an inch, rubbing a hand across his damp lips.

My body is still trembling from aftershocks as he unclasps my top and slides it off my shoulders. He shifts up, running his tongue over one nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. I groan, tugging on his hair. He moves to the other nipple, sucking on it.

I'm on fire. Every touch, every wet swipe of his tongue, is decadent. My eyes widen as he grabs my ass, forcing me to move against him.

His mouth finds my nipple again, sucking it into his mouth. I'm so turned on I can’t think. He looks at me as he moves down my body, kissing me. “Did you think about this back in college?”

“Will you be a prick if I say yes?” I whisper.

He grins. “Absolutely.”

“Yes.”

I kiss him back, tasting myself on his lips.

He reaches for his bag, grabbing a condom. He drops the wrapper onto the bed, and I watch as he rolls the condom onto his hard cock.

He grabs my hips, positioning his cock at my entrance, and slides inside me.I moan, feeling every inch of him. He pulls out and slams into me again. I want more. I try to angle my hips to take him deeper.

“Fuck yes,” he groans, pulling my hips back and thrusting into me. “This is the part where I’d tell you nothing I imagined feels half as good as this, as you.”

He grunts, pulling back again and thrusting into me.

I can feel how close I am. My fingers are gripping his hands. He kisses my neck, then his mouth is on mine. I moan as I feel an orgasm build.

“Come on me, Princess,” he whispers, kissing me.

I don’t come.

I shatter.

I moan into his mouth as my stomach tightens, pleasure starting through my core and rippling through me. He rocks against me, his strokes insisting without words that I come more, longer, harder. As if this man owns my body and I’m just renting it.

Once the tingling fades a little, he pushes me onto my back and positions himself between my legs, thrusting inside me again.

“Damn,” he says, his lips against mine. “You feel so good.”

I feel his cock pulse and throb as he comes, his muscled body tight everywhere as he fills me.

We're both breathing hard as the feelings subside. He rolls us so we’re on our sides, facing one another.

His smile fades a little, and he brushes a piece of hair from my face.

“Good thing I didn’t know back then. I never would’ve made it back to the team, would’ve been too preoccupied with doing this.”

I exhale hard. It felt that way.

There’s no going back now.

But at the same time, we can’t stay here forever in the dark, where we have no responsibilities beyond each other.

“I can’t believe we have to go back tomorrow,” I whisper.

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