Page 42 of Fake Fiancé for the Billionaire Rockstar

I gasp as he pulls me flush against his chest, his strength catching me off guard, and before I can react, he lifts me effortlessly and lays me on the bed. The air feels electric, every nerve in my body alive and buzzing as I look up at him. His eyes blaze with intensity, and he shakes his head, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Ladies first, Sunshine,” he growls, his voice rough and commanding, and I feel the weight of his words deep inside me.

I shudder. There’s no mistaking it now—he’s in control. And I realize... I want that. I want to give in, to feel what it’s like to be undone by him.

“Spread your legs for me,” he rasps into the dim room, his voice thick with need.

Before I can process what’s happening, my dress slips away, and my body responds to him on instinct—legs parting, inviting himcloser. The cool air brushes against my core, but all I can focus on is the way his eyes darken as they rake over me, hungry, possessive. Slowly, his hands glide over my thighs, his touch sending waves of heat through me, making me ache for more. Every stroke of his fingers feels like a promise, and I tremble under his gaze.

“So pretty,” Donny murmurs, his voice reverent as he pushes aside my panties, revealing all of me to him. His eyes lock on my center, and the sheer awe in his expression makes my heart race.

Oh God, help me.

He palms himself through his jeans, clearly trying to restrain his own need, but he doesn’t take his eyes off me. His gaze makes me feel both powerful and vulnerable, like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever seen. And it makes me crave him even more.

“Tell me what you need, Sunshine.”

“Touch me,” I whisper, my voice barely recognizable, trembling with desire. “Please.”

“All you had to do was ask,” he says with a soft chuckle, before finally giving me what I’ve been desperate for.

His fingers slip through my slick heat, and I let out a soft moan, my hips instinctively rising to meet his hand.

The world shrinks down to this—his fingers sliding through my heat, coaxing every ounce of pleasure from me with maddening precision. One hand keeps me pinned to the bed, a silent promise that I’m his to unravel, while the other works me mercilessly. His thumb circles my clit with devastating precision, the pressure perfect, deliberate, driving me wild.

My breath stutters out in broken gasps as his lips trail down my neck, leaving a path of heat in their wake. He moves like he’s memorized every inch of me, like my body has always been his to command. His mouth grazes my collarbone, then dips lower, brushing soft kisses along the curve of my breast, and my hips arch involuntarily, begging for more.

The pleasure is relentless, the build-up unbearable, like I’m a breath away from shattering into pieces. And God, I want him to break me. His fingers moving in rhythm with his lips as they glide across my skin, coaxing every gasp and shiver out of me until I can barely hold on.

“Let go for me,” Donny whispers, his voice dark and velvety, sliding over me like a promise. “Don’t fight it, Carmen. Just feel me. Let me take you there.”

A protest rises to my lips—some last-ditch effort to cling to logic, to remind me how reckless this is, how dangerous it feels to give in. But his words unravel me, his touch ignites something primal, and the pull of him is too strong to resist.

And then it hits—pleasure surging through me, raw and overwhelming. My body seizes, back arching off the bed as theorgasm tears through me. I cry out his name, nails digging into his skin as I cling to him, desperate to anchor myself in the storm.

The world slips away, leaving only us—his name on my lips, his hands on my body, and the shuddering waves of pleasure that seem endless. It’s not just release; it’s surrender. And God, I want more.

“That’s it,” he growls, his fingers still working me through the aftershocks, dragging out every last bit of pleasure. “God, you’re incredible.”

My body slowly relaxes, every limb going limp, and I feel like I’m floating. Donny starts to move away from me carefully, like I’m a piece of glass, but I reach out through my haze and wrap my fingers around his arm to stop him. He’s likely coming down from his own high, thinking I’m going to push him away before things go too far, but he’s got it all wrong.

I’ve never craved anything as much as I do him.

“I need more,” I whisper.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough, but there’s something tender in the way he asks, giving me one last chance to back out.

My eyes flutter open just in time to see him, his jeans now discarded, his thick length bobbing in front of me. The air between us is charged, heavy with anticipation. He strokes himself slowly, eyes locked on mine, and the look on his face ispure hunger—like he’s been waiting for this moment as long as I have.

I don’t hesitate. “Yes,” I whisper, my voice shaking with need. “I want you.”

That’s all it takes. With a flick of his wrist, he pulls a foil package from his jeans, his movements deliberate as he drops to his knees before me. My breath catches when his hands cradle my face, his lips hovering dangerously close to mine. The promise in his gaze sets my pulse racing, making it impossible to think straight.

His hands glide down my thighs, spreading me wide, and just as my heart pounds in anticipation, I feel the heat of him—thick and ready—teasing at my entrance. The head of his cock brushes against me, and I tremble, my hips lifting on instinct, silently pleading for more.

His chest presses flush against mine, skin to skin, as he leans over me, lining himself up. The slow drag of him pushing inside, filling me inch by agonizing inch, stretching me in the most delicious way. I arch beneath him, desperate to take more, and with a slow, relentless push, he fills me completely.

A strangled moan escapes me, and he stills, giving me a moment to adjust. The weight of him, the heat, the way he’s buried so deep—it’s overwhelming, a heady mix of pleasure and need that leaves me breathless. My nails bite into his back, pulling him even closer, craving the friction, the connection, the fire only he can ignite.

---