Page 49 of Fake Fiancé for the Billionaire Rockstar

No one’s ever had this kind of effect on me before—never brought me to the brink so fast. My body trembles uncontrollably, every nerve ignited as my fingers tangle in his golden curls, pulling him closer.

He doesn’t slow down. His tongue dips inside me, then returns to my clit with precision, repeating the motion until it’s all too much. My walls tighten, my body teetering on the edge, and then my release crashes through me, hard and fast. Donny pulls me closer, riding out every wave of my orgasm until I’m left breathless, slumped against him as the last tingles slowly fade.

I sag against the cabinets, breathless, as he rises from the floor. Without a word, he lifts me off the counter like I weigh nothing. His cock grinds against my clit with every step through the kitchen, sending sparks of pleasure racing through me. By the time we reach the living room, I’m clinging to him, half-drunk on the heat between us.

He deposits me onto the couch, his breath ragged, and spins his finger in the air. “Turn around. On your knees.”

I don’t hesitate. I twist around, sinking to my knees, heart pounding. The heat of him hovers behind me, the brush of his cock against my back teasing me, making me ache.

“Lean forward, Sunshine.”

The low rasp of his voice sends a shiver through me. I brace myself on the couch, chest pressed to the backrest, as his fingers slide through my slick folds. My hips jerk involuntarily, already desperate for him, even though I just came.

“Are you on birth control?”

I nod, throat too dry to speak.

His mouth drops to my ear, voice low and wrecked. “I’m clean. Haven’t touched anyone else in a long time. I don’t want anything between us tonight. Just you.”

My breath catches, and my pulse pounds.

“I need your words,” he murmurs, his voice full of restraint—like holding back is killing him. “Tell me I can take you bare, Sunshine. Tell me you want it.”

“Yes,” I whisper, barely able to get the word out. “I want you inside me, Donny.”

“Fuck,” he groans, and before I can take another breath, he’s pushing inside me—deep, filling me inch by inch, stretching me in ways that leave me gasping.

“God, Sunshine,” he rasps, voice thick with awe. “You feel fucking unreal.”

A strangled moan slips from my lips as he thrusts into me, each stroke hitting deeper than the last, breaking me apart and making me whole all at once. “Donny...” I gasp, barely clinging to the edge of sanity.

His pace quickens, desperate, almost wild. He wraps my hair around his wrist, not to pull, but to hold—like he needs to anchor himself to me. His other hand digs into my hip, steadying me as he drives deeper, like nothing will ever be close enough.

That thought sends me spiraling. My walls clench around him, and my orgasm crashes over me in a tidal wave, leaving me gasping, my nails biting into the couch cushions.

“Donny, yes,” I cry out, body quaking beneath him.

His thrusts falter, becoming erratic as he chases his own release. With a guttural groan, he shudders and spills inside me, sending another pulse of heat through my body.

He pulls out slowly, leaving me trembling in the afterglow, but instead of leaving, he gathers me in his arms. I collapse against his chest, our bodies sticky with sweat and satisfaction.

With my head resting against his bare chest, he presses a kiss to the top of it and mumbles, “Let’s go to bed, Sunshine.”

As I drift off in Donny’s arms, my heart feels fuller than it ever has. But a nagging fear lingers. What if this all disappears in the light of day? What if I wake up to find it was just a beautiful dream? I want to tell him I’ve fallen for him, that this is real for me, too.

I know I’ve used my career as a shield, hiding from deep relationships.

He’s shown me what I’ve been missing. His balance of musical passion and zest for life has opened my eyes to a world of possibilities.

It’s like all of my emotions rise to the surface.

Tomorrow, I’ll tell him... and risk everything.

18

Donny

When I wake upthe next morning, I instinctively swing my arm around in hopes of connecting it around Carmen’s waist and I frown when the space next to me is empty. I blink against the light spilling through her window, adjusting to it slowly, and look at the side where Carmen once occupied.

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