Page 28 of His Fake Wife

“Don’t make me say it.”

“I’ll only continue if you tell me exactly what you want.” There was a teasing glint in his eyes.

“Make me...cum. Please.”

Satisfaction flickered across his face. “How?”

“Adam, don’t be cruel,” I whined, attempting to lift my hip toward his mouth again.

“I want you to loosen up and relax for me. Say it.”

He knew his challenging tone would get to me. I took a deep breath.

“Make me cum with your tongue. I want to cum in your mouth.” My grin shone with triumph when his smirk dropped and he pulled in a sharp breath.

“You learn fast.” He gave me what I wanted. His fingers immediately found my g-spot?to be honest, I didn’t think that was a real thing?and his magical tongue found my clit once again. I had no idea that an orgasm could be so intense. Fingers clutching the silk sheet, I shattered into what felt like a million pieces. Even as I shuddered uncontrollably, his tongue still lapped at my center, sending aftershocks through me.

It took me a while to float back to earth and when my vision cleared, Adam’s face appeared. He was gazing down at me with a hint of curiosity in his eyes. He’d been looking at me like that a lot lately. Neither of us spoke, we just stared at each. The only sound in the room for a while was my ragged breathing.

Finally, he said, “We can stop now if you want.”

My heart stilled. “Do you want to?”

“God no. I just thought it was gentlemanly to offer.”

A smile stretched my lips.

“Who are you and what have you done to the real Adam?” He didn’t laugh as I expected and my smile slowly vanished. Naked in bed with him was the worst time to cause offense. I was about to apologize when he laughed.

“I’m wondering the same thing. Maybe you didn’t know the real me.”

I suppose I didn’t. A hint of worry flickered across his face but I was distracted by him moving between my legs. His intense stare reflected pure lust, and all I wanted in this moment was to feel him inside of me. It was strange how he seemed to read my mind again and slowly pushed forward, all the while holding my gaze. Such intense scrutiny, especially, in such an intimate position was unsettling. I wanted to look away to hide anything my expression might give away but I couldn’t. He paused, allowing me to get accustomed to his invasion.

There was an array of emotions that I couldn’t quite identify flickering across his face. My fingers were wrapped around his biceps so I could feel how tense he was. I assumed it was his whole issue with virgins surfacing.

“Now it seems you’re having second thoughts.”

He frowned. “No, I’m just...I don’t want to hurt you. It’s your first time...”

I’d never seen Adam uncertain about anything before.

“You won’t. I want this,” I reassured and that was what seemed to help him relax.

“Okay, but you can stop me at any time...and I will. I promise.”

Gazing up at him, panic began setting in. I think that was the moment I started falling for Adam Thorne...after I insisted that us sleeping together would be nothing serious. Or maybe that was just the moment I realized that I was falling for him. The discomfort from his full invasion distracted me from a full-blown anxiety attack. I didn’t have time to menatlly berate myself for my stupidity because the slight pain had turned into something absolutely delightful. I forgot about everything else but the incredible sensation of Adam’s cock caressing my inner walls. I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist, pulling him closer.

“You’re making it hard for me to go slow,” he bit out. There were beads of sweat on his forehead, showing his effort to restrain himself. I didn’t want him to hold back anymore.

“I don’t want you to.” I lifted my hips to meet his thrust, demanding more. “I’m not made of glass, Adam,” I growled.

His eyes widened and then filled with amusement.

“You’re a wildcat in the sack. I wouldn’t have guessed.”

Great. I’d gone from prude to sex fiend. Hot-faced, I averted my gaze.

“Keep your eyes on me,” he ordered.

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