Page 38 of Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

“You’re the devil,” she moaned as she tightened around me in a series of lightning quick pulses.

“Even the devil can be tempted, sweetheart.” She tempted me beyond all reason and the worst part was that I didn’t give a damn. I had Sasha right where I wanted her and I wasn’t anywhere near done with her.

“Alex,” she panted, her hands gripped my biceps and her ankles locked behind my back. She bucked up at the same time I slammed deep again and that was all she needed to fall apart. “Oh fuck,” she moaned in my ear. “Yes, Alex. Yes!”

That was exactly what every man longed to hear when he was pleasing his woman, the sounds of her pleasure, of her begging for more. I sat back and watched as she rode the wave of her orgasm with a sexy as fuck smile on her face. My cock tightened inside of her and I couldn’t wait another minute. “I’ll lock that image away for later,” I told her and yanked her closer, tossing her legs over my thighs, her round ass cupped in my hand to change the angle.

Sasha pulsed around me and the harder and deeper I pounded into her, the longer her orgasm was drawn out. I pulled a hard nipple between my lips, sucking and nibbling as I chased down my orgasm. When it hit, it was explosive, it was powerful, it was all-consuming. It was unlike any orgasm of my life and I never wanted it to end. “Alex,” she cried out as another, more powerful orgasm slammed into her, ultimately triggering my own.

“Ah, fuck Sasha! Yes!” My body jerked and shook as pleasure seeped out of me and into her body. Every inch of me coiled tight until it exploded with shards of light, bursts of need, a pleasure bomb. “Sasha.” I shook and fell over her so we were chest to chest, face to face.

She opened her mouth to say something but I couldn’t say what because Dixie was awake and screaming for attention. Sasha opened her mouth and then snapped it shut two or three times before she shoved me off her.

I rolled her and watched her as she scrambled off the bed, shoving her arms through my t-shirt and headed for the adjoining door. She turned to me with something in her eyes I couldn’t quite decipher, and then she disappeared into Dixie’s room.

I wasn’t sure if I was relieved or disappointed.

All I knew was that already I was hungry to have her again.

And again.

I woke up the next morning hard and aching, thoughts of Sasha dancing in my mind while visions of her luscious curves played behind my eyelids. She was so soft everywhere, with a small waist, meaty tits and thick thighs that felt warm and snug wrapped around me. Her scent still surrounded me because I hadn’t bothered to shower after leaving her room because I wasn’t ready to wash away our time together.

I grunted, annoyed that I hadn’t bothered to wash away her scent because now it tortured me. It reminded me of her, of the way she looked and sounded as I thrust into her, the way she gripped my hair tight when I made her feel good. My hand slipped under the sheet and fisted my cock, almost like it had a mind of its own.

I go with it, leaning back against the pillows with my eyes closed, gripping my cock, stroking it roughly to thoughts of Sasha. The way she took my cock down her throat without beingasked, and then moaned as if she liked it. “Fuck,” I groaned and stroked faster. Harder.

Even now the scent and the sound of her was so visceral it was like she was here, on top of me. Like it was her wet pussy instead of my hand, gripping me tight and bringing me closer to the edge. I stroke and stroke with just one thought on my mind.

I want more.

No, fuck that, I need more.

More Sasha.

Now.

I was so close to starting my day off with a Sasha induced orgasm when my door smacked open and my agent and sometimes friend, Jack, appeared in the doorway. Though right now I was sure he was nothing more than my enemy. “What the fuck, Jack?”

His gaze landed on me, a smirk on his face like he knew exactly what I was doing and who I was thinking about while I did it. “We need to move the wedding up. ASAP.”

My hand fell from my cock and I sat up, brows knitted into a deep frown. “Why, what happened?”

“Nothing bad for once.” His shoulders relaxed and he looked around my room before dropping down into the chair beside the door. “I spoke to reps from Johnson Athletics and St. Bay Lager, both of which are interested in paying you a fat sum to use that pretty face to sell their goods. If your profile stays high right now, we can probably get this signed in the next fourteen days. You up for that?”

Johnson Athletics was the dream for any pro athlete. And beer? Well, beer was always a good bet for hockey fans and puck bunnies, not that I had any interest in them with or without a wife. “Yeah, I’m up for it.”

“Good.” Jack stood and kicked the sturdy bed frame with a wide grin. “Get your pretty ass out of bed, toss some water on your face and get your bride-to-be. We’ve got work to do.”

My ears and my cock perked up at his mention of Sasha. “I’ll be out in five.”

“Make it ten. I need you extra pretty to get Sasha on board.” Jack smiled and then disappeared, probably to go bother Henrietta.

When I entered the kitchen, Sasha was there with a wide-eyed look on her face while Jack prattled on, probably about the need for an expedited wedding. “Help,” she mouthed when Jack turned to me with a smile.

“You started without me,” I said as I walked across the kitchen to get a cup of hot, black coffee, turning my gaze to Sasha.

“I did,” Jack said, completely unbothered by Sasha’s shocked look. “But I see you’re dressed for the job at hand, so I’ll let you do the honors.”

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