Page 62 of Curvy Fake Wife for the Player

His smile spread slowly. “So much better.” His hips pushed forward and showed me just how hard he was for me. “So hot for me,” he growled and then smashed his mouth against mine.

The kiss was the blue part of the flame, so hot that my skin was instantly slick and my heart banged against my chest. I was sure he heard it but the way he growled as he tore off therest of my clothes, and the way his lips never left my skin was intoxicating. “Alex. More.”

“I love it when you’re greedy for me,” he growled and kissed his way down my body before he settled between my thighs. “You’re so hot. So wet. I can smell how much you want me.”

My fingers tangled in his hair. “Good. Now you can taste it too.”

He let out a low groan and swiped his tongue through my folds over and over, sending me higher and higher.

I writhed beneath him, every swipe of his tongue sent me into a tailspin of desire. It ripped through me with the force of a hurricane and I leaned into that sensation until it consumed me. “Alex, please. I need your cock.”

He pulled back and smiled up at me. “I love it when that sweet mouth of yours gives such dirty commands.” He kissed his way up my body until we were face to smiling face. “Again.”

I wrapped my legs around his waist and rolled my hips. “Give. Me. Your. Cock. Now.” His gaze was so dark, so sinfully delicious that I shivered. “Please.”

“That’s my girl, so polite.” His jaw clenched as his cock head breached my opening, sliding deep and stretching me out spectacularly. “So fucking tight.”

We moaned in simultaneous delight as he pressed deeper until he was fully seated. “Yes, Alex. Yes!”

He pounded deep. Slow and deep, a hypnotic rhythm that kept me perched on the edge of pleasure. His hips moved faster as his own pleasure increased and every stroke sent him deeper until he hit that perfect spot that made sparks shoot off behind my eyes. “You liked that.”

I smiled. “You know what I like.”

“I do,” he grunted and did it again. And again.

“Yes, that. Just like that, Alex.” My heels dug into his well-muscled ass as I bucked up, hungry and desperate for the orgasm that was just out of reach. “Please.”

“I do love it when you beg.” He pulled out—completely—and laughed when I whimpered in despair. Before I could tell him what I thought of his playful mood, he spun me around and lifted my ass high in the air. “So, so much,” he moaned, punctuating the words with a smack to my ass. “I love it when you pulse around me like that. You’re so fucking wet.”

My body trembled from his dirty words and the way he touched me. “Alex.” His fingers split around his cock and then down to my clit before I felt his thumb pushing against my back door. “Alex,” I whispered.

“It’d be a shame to let all this moisture go to waste.”

I laughed but it came out on a low moan as his cock and his thumb slid into me at the same time. The sensation was full to bursting but so pleasurable that I felt myself teetering on the edge of pleasure and pain. “Fuck, yes.” I pushed back and took every last inch of his cock. “Yessss!”

He grunted and smacked my ass again with his free hand, still fucking both holes in a slow, drugging rhythm that pushed me closer and closer while never letting me fall. “I love it when your greedy pussy sucks me off.”

“So. Dirty.” Almost a year into our marriage and you’d think I would be used to his filthy mouth. I wasn’t. And it never failed to get me even hotter.

“You like it,” he accused and smacked me again. “I can feel how much you like it.”

“Nope. I love it.”

“I love you,” he grunted, pounding deeper and harder, his hips moved faster as his cock expanded, telling me he was close too.

“I love you,” I said back in a breathless voice. “Love the way you love me. The way you make me feel. The way you fuck me too.”

His hand on my hip tightened and he fucked me intensely, slamming into me in long, deep strokes that—finally—triggered my orgasm which was wild and explosive, a wildfire that threatened to destroy everything in its wake.

It consumed me completely. My hips moved on their own, still pushing back to take him as he pounded harder and deeper until his own orgasm roared out of him. I felt the heat of him as he filled me up and it served to prolong my own orgasm, or maybe it triggered another, I was so blissed out that I couldn’t be sure. “Alex,” I cried out as my legs quivered from exhaustion.

His hips slowed and his thumb continued to move, the sensation so wild and so pleasurable that my vision blurred. “That’s right, baby, ride it out. I’ve got you.”

The constant movement of his cock within me prolonged my pleasure until one last orgasm shot up my body and my thighs finally gave out. “Goodness, I think I’m dead. Am I dead?”

“I sure hope not,” he whispered in my ear, slowly extricating himself from my body and falling to the side, pulling me with him. “Because we’ve got ten days in Jamaica to spend together. All alone.”

I looked up, mussed hair interfering with my view of my husband’s smiling face. “Jamaica? For real?”

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