Page 61 of It's Not All Fake

He pulls my lips to his again, his tongue eagerly exploring my mouth as we express our affection more than we dare to with words.

Suddenly, he lifts me off the counter and carries me away, his manhood inside me. He continues kissing me senseless as he walks somewhere, but I don’t care where. He’s the only place I need to be.

He lays me back on the master bed in the adjoining room and angles himself above me, moving rhythmically against me in a way that stimulates my clit with each thrust. I let out a loud moan, feeling the pleasure building up inside me.

“Oh, Liam,” I gasp, my fingers digging into his back.

His hot breath is on my ear. “Cum for me, Chloe,” he whispers. Then his tongue flicks the inside of my ear and I almost lose it.

Our pace quickens again, our desire insatiable.

As he thrusts deeper, I feel my body reaching its limit. His hand is strong and gentle as it caresses my breast.

He pulls his cock nearly all the way out before plunging deep inside me again, causing chills to rush through my body. My toes curl in pleasure and I experience absolute bliss. I hear him groan with satisfaction, signaling his own release.

Afterwards, when our breathing has steadied, we lay on our sides facing each other. My legs are still trembling, and my whole body feels like I ran a marathon—tired but on an intense high.

We are still completely naked, other than the glittering necklaces I’m wearing. Neither one of us tries to cover up.

Liam runs his fingers up and down the dips of my body, studying every inch of my anatomy, and I get goosebumps at his touch. I take this opportunity to openly admire his muscular torso and perfect cock, still semi-hard from our encounter. I can’t believe how amazing and right it felt when it was inside me.

When I look up at Liam's face, our eyes meet. I realize he’d stopped looking at my body, and he was watching me admire him instead.

I feel a slight heat in my cheeks and shyly smile at him. One corner of his lips tugs up, amused.

“What are you thinking?” I break the silence. Total girl move.

He grins. “I told you we wouldn’t need pajamas.”

I laugh. “That’s what you’re thinking?”

Liam’s smile fades, his expression turning more serious. “I’m thinking how incredibly beautiful you are and how lucky I am.”

Oh damn, my heart is melting. That was the perfect line.

I give him a smile, even though I don’t know what to say back.

“It all feels so surreal,” I admit after a moment.

He quirks an eyebrow. “How so?”

I shrug my shoulders. "It’s like those over-the-top dates on The Bachelor."

“I’ve never watched it.”

“Well, everything is super romantic and over-the-top,” I explain. “There are always private concerts and fireworks and… I mean, how could you not fall in love?”

Liam’s brow creases as if he’s trying to understand what I’m saying, and I realize that it might sound like I’m suggesting that I’m falling in love with him.

“I mean…” I press on, trying to bury the implication in a heap of more words. “I always thought there should be a reality TV show where you see if people can connect during mundane or stressful situations, like sitting in traffic or going to the DMV together.”

“So, you’re saying I should cancel the fireworks?” he teases.

I laugh. “No, I would never say no to fireworks.”

“You thought the bioluminescent dolphins were too much,” he guesses, a faint smile playing at his lips.

I chuckle. “No, everything has been perfect,” I assure him honestly.

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