Page 6 of Faking the Shot

"Please," she begs, and it's music to my ears.

With a wicked grin, I delve deeper, using all the tricks I know to drive her wild. Megan's body trembles beneath me, and I can sense her release building. When the orgasm shatters out of her, her scream of ecstasy fills the room, leaving us both breathless.

"Wow," she pants, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. "That was... incredible."

I continue to lick and clean up the mess I made.

"Only the beginning," I promise her with a cocky grin, knowing this weekend has become about more than just keeping up appearances. Our connection is real, and I have every intention of exploring it to its fullest.

Chapter 5

Megan

The aftershocks of the best orgasm of my life still ripple through me as I launch myself at Tyler. I need to be filled. I’ve never been so empty in my life and I know he’ll relieve the ache. His muscular arms wrap around me, lifting me off the ground with ease, and I wrap my legs around his waist, rolling my hips as I’m dying for another release. We stumble toward the bed, laughing and breathless, our earlier inhibitions forgotten for now.

"Let's get rid of these," Tyler grins, tugging at my clothes.

“Yes, let’s.”

Together, we strip each other, revealing our bodies in a playful, intimate dance. The room’s filled with the sounds of laughter and the rustle of fabric as it hits the floor. When we're both naked, Tyler lifts me onto the bed, his eyes never leaving mine. For the first time, I’m not trying to cover myself. I lay before him, exposed, and the way he soaks me in has me getting wetter than ever. I’ve never been comfortable and I want it to last forever.

Tyler gets on top of me, and cups my large breasts and he rolls them in his hands. My hard nipples scrape against his rough palms and little bursts of signals zap to my pussy, igniting me further. “Since I first met you, I’ve always wondered what these would feel like.”

Shocked to hear him say that, I lift my head from the bed. “What? No, you didn’t.”

“Oh, yes, I did. Then I screwed it up, and we’ve been at odds. But you were so goddamn beautiful, all the blood went to the wrong head and I made an idiot of myself.”

Tyler ducks and sucks a nipple into his mouth while he twists and tweaks the other nipple.

I gasp at the sensations and the confession. It explains so much. He’s always been charming in interviews and Ava adores him, but from the moment I met him, he constantly put his foot in his mouth.

Now, well, it’s my tit in his mouth and I prefer it so much more.

“Honey, fuck, I can’t hold off any more. I’m dying here.”

I glance at his angry purple-red headed cock and he rubs it against my thigh and my mouth goes dry. I want it in my pussy and my mouth, but I’ll have to play with him later because I need to feel full. I open my thighs wider and snake my hand around his cock and grasp him. He hisses in my ear, and I smile as I stroke him. The heat of his cock, the soft silkiness of his skin, and the hard rod. I need it in me.

Tyler pushes my hand away. “I need you to stop, or this’ll end far too soon.” He lines himself with me. "Ready?" he asks, his voice full of warmth and concern.

"More than ready," I assure him, my heart pounding with excitement.

Tyler flicks his cock against my clit and we both shutter, but then he stops, and I lift my gaze from where he’s about to enter and stare at him.

“Fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

Shit. I almost let him have sex with me without one.

“I don’t have one either.” Damn it.

Tyler gets off me and rummages through all the drawers in the room and nothing. He comes up empty. Watching him frantically look around has me giggling as he dances around the room in desperation. I’m tempted to say screw it, when he lets out a loud, “Yes,” and carries in a small stack of condoms.

“Thank you, first aid kits.” He rolls one on and prowls up the bed toward me and all amusement leaves me as I open myself to him again. He kisses me hard and passionately as his tongue penetrates the same way his cock enters me. My world splits open as he teases and burns my pussy at the slight stretching to accept his girth. The sensations are remarkable. It's as if every nerve ending in my body is singing in unison, the pleasure coursing through me like a wildfire. Tyler moves slowly at first, each thrust gentle and deliberate as his mouth constantly kisses me everywhere it can reach. His cock fills me, stretching me in the most delicious way.

"God, Megan," Tyler groans, his blue eyes lock on mine. "You feel so incredible. So wet and tight. Fuck. You’re made for me."

I whimper in response, unable to form words as Tyler takes complete control of my body. He leans over me, pressing kisses to my neck and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. I can’t make out what he says, but the feeling he invokes has me tremble. His movements become more insistent, driving me closer and closer to the edge once again.

"Tyler," I gasp, gripping his shoulders tightly. "I'm going to come again."

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