Page 50 of Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

A knock sounded on my door and I glanced at the clock. Eleven-fifteen. That meant there was only one person it could be so instead of scrambling to cover myself up, I answered the door in my towel.

“Alex,” I sighed as I bit back a smile at his teasing expression. “What’s up?”

“I brought you something,” he answered and stepped inside—without an invite—with his hands behind his back.

My gaze raked over his bare chest, the low-slung pajama pants that showed off his beautiful body and the bulge beneath. “You’re the present?”

His face split into a grin. “Always,” he joked. “But no. This is for you.” He produced a small tub with a plastic lid on top and handed it to me.

“What is it,” I asked as I flipped the top and inhaled the rich, slightly tangy scent. “Buttercream.” My brows dipped in confusion. “You brought me buttercream.”

Alex nodded,oh soproud of himself. “I brought you buttercream. More accurately,” he began and reached between us to tug on my towel until it fell to the ground, “I broughtusbuttercream.”

“I’m surprised you didn’t bring the left over German chocolate from earlier today.” I laughed at the small frown on his face.

“Too messy,” he replied with a smile. “And this is going to taste damn good right now.”

Before I could ask what he meant, Alex dipped his finger into the tub and scooped out some of the to die for frosting and smeared it down the length of my neck. “Alex,” I moaned when his tongue touched my cool skin, sucking and licking the cream until my body was on fire. “Alex,” I moaned again.

He pulled back with a heavy-lidded smile. “It’s for both of us,” he growled, the sound stiffened my nipples to hard, aching peaks. “Me and you,” he whispered and swiped frosting across my bottom lip before he kissed it off.

My hand went to his strong arm and I clung to him as he kissed me senseless. I ignored the warning signs that said no matter how good this felt, how irresistible and how magnetic the pull, this was a bad idea. I ignored them and focused on the way he kissed me, like I was his everything.

Alex pulled back, still smiling and it stole my breath. “I like the taste of you better.”

My heart hammered in chest at his words which I wanted to believe were genuine and not guided by lust.

“Yeah?” I asked playfully and dipped two fingers inside the tub and wiped it down his chest. “Let’s see.” I leaned forward and slid my tongue on one side of the frosting and then other before finally the tangy, sweet cream touched my tongue and I moaned.

“Sasha,” he growled and fisted one hand in my hair.

“Alex.” His name left my lips on a soft moan as I wiped more of the frosting on his nipples.

“Fuck, babe. This wasn’t the game I imagined when I knocked.”

I laughed and took a step back, tucking my fingers into the waistband of his pajamas and tugged them down. “You said it was for us didn’t you?”

He nodded with his jaws clenched tight, his gaze riveted on my movements as I smeared one line of frosting down the hard length of him and dropped to my knees. “Sasha.”

I smiled and flicked my tongue along the slit, teasing him by licking off the cream and leaving him unsatisfied. “Needs a little more,” I whisper and add more frosting before wrapping my lips around him and sucking the frosting off slowly.

“Ah, fuck, Sash.” His hips pushed forward and I took every inch of him, sucking off the frosting until all that was left was Alex. Long and thick, and now slightly sweet on my tongue.

The growls and grunts he let out hit me straight between the thighs and I grew wetter and hotter, my entire body pulsed with pleasure from giving him pleasure. I sucked him deeper and harder, hollowed my cheeks and swirled my tongue.

“Sasha,” he growled and gripped my hair so tight it stung in the best possible way. “Your mouth is perfect. Completely fucking perfect.”

I smiled up at him and gripped him tight before I took him to the back of my throat.

“Sasha, oh fuck.” His grip tightened on my hair and he pulled me back and stared down at me. “Later I’m going to fuck that sweet mouth of yours but right now I’m dying to be inside you.”

“We can’t having you dying, now can we?”

“Minx,” he grumbled and picked me up, tossing me on the bed before he joined me. “I would lick buttercream from your hot, wet pussy but I think you’re sweet enough.” Then Alex proved his words true and devoured me, using his lips and tongue—even his teeth—to give me two powerful back to back orgasms that rocked my world. “Mmm, perfectly sweet. Juicy as fuck. Hungry for more.”

His words sent shivers down my spine. My fingers tangled in his hair and my hips pushed up to get closer to his delicious mouth. “Alex, what are you doing to me.”

“Making you purr,” he growled, kissing the inside of my thighs, my hip bones and up to my ribs. He licked the underside of my breasts before he wrapped his lips around my nipples and sucked, nibbled, bit down until I cried out.

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