Page 51 of Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

“Alex!”

“Yeah, just like that.” He gave the other breast the same treatment, sucking and licking until I cried out.

“Yes, Alex. Please.”

He released my nipple and kissed his way up my body until we were face to face, mouth to mouth. “I love it when you beg.” He took my mouth and slid into my body, in one long, deep stroke. “Fuck, you feel so good.”

“So do you.” I wrapped my legs around him and locked them, taking him as deeply as I could. “Really fucking good.”

He smiled as he pulled back and thrust again, deeper and slower but so much more intense that I felt every inch of him. Every stroke filled me up, stretched me out and pushed me closer to the edge. He was everywhere, all around me, deep inside of me, covering me. “Sasha.”

No other words were needed after that, just our names. His name fell from my lips and mine from his as our bodies came together in a beautiful dance that seemed to go on forever. His hips pumped and thrust into me over and over, so deep and so intense that goosebumps covered my flesh.

I arched into him, gripped him tighter and closer. My nails scraped down his back and my eyelids fluttered shut. Something about this felt different. It felt bigger, more important than the other times we’ve been together. I couldn’t put my finger on it except to say that my heart was involved.

“Sasha.” I wasn’t sure if he said my name or if I imagined it, but something about it triggered my release.

It was powerfully explosive and my body shook uncontrollably as it hit me in wave after wave of pleasure. Tears pricked my eyes and I let them fall as I fell into the dark waves and let them fling me about while Alex plunged deeper and deeper in search of his pleasure. “Yes!”

His grunts grew louder and his thrusts were deeper and harder.

“Fuck me, Alex. Just. Like. That.” The words flew from my mouth in breathless grunts.

Alex nibbled my ear and then moved to the curve of my neck where he sank his teeth into my flesh and pounded harder into me.

“Yes, Alex!” My words had an effect on him, pushed him deeper. His thrusts were more intense and I took every inch of him, pulsing and squeezing all around him. “I’m going to come again.”

He hitched my legs up over his hips and pounded so hard the sounds of our hips smacking together echoed in the air, punctuating the intensity of our coming together. His grunts came faster and then he took my mouth in a fiery kiss that prolonged my orgasm until another exploded out of me.

“Alex!” He swallowed the shout and kissed me so deeply that I felt my heart hand itself over to him. It was dangerous, I knew that, but I didn’t care, not when I felt so good. Not whenhemade me feel so good. So wanted.

So loved.

It wasn’t real and it couldn’t last, but I let myself bask in the moment, in the afterglow while Alex filled me with his pleasure before he collapsed on top of me. I held him close while his breathing returned to normal. When it was all over, I turned away and listened for the sound of his quiet exit.

Only it never came, he wrapped his arms around me and held me close as I drifted off to sleep. I guess this means that my earlier worries about Alex wanting to halt the intimate aspect of our fake relationship was unfounded.

Chapter 27

Alex

“Gotta get home to the old ball and chain?” Greg was the other starting winger on the Highlanders and my closest friend on the team. He loved to give me shit any day of the week, more so now that I was engaged and would very soon be married. “And so it begins.”

I looked around the table at my other teammates. These were the men who’d made up my social circle for years, they were young, and most of all, they were single. Soon I wouldn’t be either of those things. I laughed off Greg’s words and shrugged.

“If you had a woman at home as beautiful as mine, you wouldn’t want to spend time with these ugly schmucks either.”

“She’s smokin’ hot,” one of the rookies added a little on the loud side. “All those curves too? Witter’s a very lucky man.”

I narrowed my gaze at the rookie. “Thanks. But watch it.”

“Whoa,” Greg joked and held up both of his hands defensively. “The papers and the photos are right, you’re totally in love with this chick.”

“Duh, we’re getting married.”

Greg nodded. “When do we get to meet her?”

“At the wedding. I don’t want you all scaring her off before it’s official.”

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