Page 91 of The Fake Dating War

I must keep up the charade. That his words aren’t making me drip onto the sheets. “Gift?” I scoff. “Let’s not getcocky, Coleman.”

Leaning closer, his hand covers my mouth. “Shh, I’m not finished.”

Andthat’snot helping. My pussy is weeping now.

His eyes shine as he lowers himself further to whisper in my ear. “I’d pull you onto my lap and make you sit on it. Trust me, it would be for your benefit. So you can get used to the size of me. Then when I feel you’ve gotten a handle on my cock or when I’m tired of you playing it safe, I’ll put you on your back and take over. Going deeper and harder to overload that big brain of yours with so much pleasure that you can’t think any more. I’ll brand you with how far I push inside, Patel.”

He sucks in a breath, drops his hand and steps back. As if wondering if he’s taken it too far.

“All of that then,” I squeak. “We—” I clear my throat. “—might as well go all in, right? We are getting each other out of our systems, after all.”

He goes rigid. “Is that—what we’re doing?”

“Is it not?” I force a laugh. “We want each other. We’re past denying that, I think. There’s your obvious tell—” My hand gestures at it. “And I keep soaking my panties around you. It’s annoying because I’ve not packed enough at the rate I’m going. Not to mention how much of a virus you are to the thoughts. I’m supposed to be focused on my sister’s wedding, but you’ve taken up all this room.” I shake my head, my nose scrunching up. “This can’t go on. I can’t go back to work with you sitting across from me, and—” I release a garble of frustration. “No!We need to exorcise thisthingbetween us. Let’s ghostbuster it now!”

Smugness, amusement, fondness. I think all three settle in different ratios on his face. Either way, something I’ve said satisfies him enough to touch me again. He nudges my knee with his hand. “Open your legs.”

Yes! The despotic ruler is back.

With a lazy twitch of his shoulders, his shirt drops to the ground. All half of him is bared. It’s enough to make any woman dizzy. Before I can ogle properly, he curves his hand underneath my thighs and tugs me to the edge of the mattress. Then he goes on his knees and arranges my legs over his shoulders.

Coleman is grinning between my legs. “Mouth first then. We’ll have to give my dick a fair chance at lasting. You, in particular, seem to be a problem when it comes to that.”

“Proceed,” I gasp out.

“Proceed?I’m not one of your clients.” He blows on my clit. “I’ll do what I like.”

“You can’t tease me like this,” I groan. “Not when I’m already losing my mind.”

“Good.” He sucks in a breath. “Join me.”

I brace for another frustrating blow of air, but the flat of his tongue dives in, licking deeply from bottom to top. Electricity jolts through me and I cry out. Making a feral sound, he tastes me again, satisfaction rumbling deep from his chest. “Fuck! You’re delicious.”

My hips buck, but he doesn’t let them move, easily using his weight to keep me down in place. His face nuzzles my pussy. “Who are you so drenched for?”

I can’t answer since he’s gone back to lapping me, as if he can’t miss any of my wetness. He doesn’t eat pussy like it’s a chore. He’s tasting me like it’s the only thing that matters, as if he might not get it again. As if it’s the best meal of his life.

“Who are you wet for, Patel?” he asks again, pressing open-mouthed kisses to my clit. “Tell me.”

I’m unintelligible. There are noises pushing out of me, but they aren’t words.

“Say my name,” he orders, using the tip of his tongue to push into my entrance.

“I—”

His palm comes down and presses down on my navel. A coil in my belly pulls tighter and tighter. When he drags his hand down my mound and strokes around my clit, his two fingers form an-upside down V?—

I see stars.

“Coleman,” I whine.

“My first name,” he growls. “Who is this slick pussy crying out for? Give me that.”

I can’t say it, but he can’t stop. “Please!”

“Please what?” His other hand pushes my knee wider. Half of his face is wet. A finger teases the line of my entrance. “Do you need more? Who do you need more from?”

The way he is touching me is sinful and heavenly, wrapped in one. It can’t end, even as I’m barreling so close to my finish. He’s got me trembling everywhere, my breathing hitching so loudly. I want his mouth on my clit again. I grasp his hair, trying to pull his lipsthere.

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