Page 63 of Fake Fiancé for the Billionaire Rockstar

My breath catches when he pushes my skirt up to my waist, his hands strong but tender as they glide over my skin. With one swift motion, he tears my panties in half, leaving me bare and exposed for him. I let my head fall back onto the mattress,anticipation coiling tighter in my chest, and within seconds, I feel the hot stroke of his tongue sliding through my center.

He groans against me, savoring the taste, and my body arches toward him. “You taste like heaven,” he murmurs, his voice full of hunger and need.

Before I can even respond, his hands grip my hips, pulling me closer, his mouth pressing harder against me, his tongue finding every sensitive spot with practiced skill. His desire for me is overwhelming, matched only by my own, and I feel myself unraveling under his touch.

I whimper, needing more, and he doesn’t hesitate. His tongue delves deeper, flicking over my swollen clit in a way that makes my legs tremble, the heat between us building into something impossible to ignore.

“You’re everything,” he growls, his hands tightening on my hips as he devours me with long, deliberate strokes of his tongue.

My body responds instantly, rocking against him, taking what I need, what we both need. I can feel the tension building, spiraling higher until I’m on the edge of release. I cry out his name, my hands twisting in his hair, pulling him closer than my orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave of pleasure ripping through my body.

But he doesn’t stop.

Before I can fully come down from the high, I feel him move above me, his body pressing into mine as he positions himself at my entrance. His gaze locks onto mine, filled with both desire and something deeper, something that feels like forever.

“I need to be inside you, Sunshine,” he rasps, his voice thick with emotion. “I can’t wait any longer.”

With one smooth thrust, he pushes into me, and we both groan at the sensation. The connection between us is undeniable, electric, and I know in this moment, I was made for him. He fills me completely, moving with a perfect rhythm that makes my heart race faster.

“You’re mine,” he whispers, his forehead resting against mine as our bodies move together. “Always.”

Every thrust, every touch, is full of the love we have for each other—deep, unspoken, and undeniable. My legs wrap around his waist, pulling him even closer, and I gasp as he angles himself deeper inside of me, hitting every spot that makes me lose control.

His hands roam my body, fingers brushing over my skin like he’s memorizing every inch of me, and when his lips find my neck, trailing kisses up to my ear, I’m completely undone.

Our eyes meet, and in that moment, I know—this is more than passion. It’s love, pure and overwhelming. The love that fills my heart spills over, and I never want to let this moment, or him, go.

“I love you,” I whisper, my voice trembling with emotion.

“I love you too,” he breathes against my skin, his movements becoming more intense, more urgent.

That thought has me gasping into the room and an orgasm tearing through me a second time. “Yes, Donny!”

His movements become more frantic, then he’s jerking into me and following me through the high. We spend a few moments like this — my ass hanging off the edge of the bed, him still buried inside of me like he never wants to leave, and our breathing the only noise in the room. Then he carefully slips away from me and holds a hand out.

“Shower with me, Sunshine?”

“Not sure I can walk after all that,” I say with a smile.

He winks, then reaches down and lifts me into his arms as I break into a fit of giggles. “No worries, I got you.”

“Always?”

His steps falter, and he looks down at me. So much love in his eyes that tears threaten to escape mine. “Always, Sunshine. You’re stuck with me.”

I shrug. “I think I can handle that.”

“Seems as though I’ve still got some convincing to do.”

“Appears that way.”

“Your wish is my command.”

After a fourth orgasm against the wall of the shower, he carries me bridal style into the bedroom and deposits me onto the bed. I hear him rummaging around in his closet, my eyes falling shut, and a few moments later, he’s climbing into the bed behind me. He tugs me closer to him, nuzzling his face against my neck, and sighs happily against me.

“This wasn’t how I pictured things turning out, but I can’t say I regret it. If we hadn’t done this, we wouldn’t be here right now,”he breathes.

“I feel the same way,” I whisper into the darkness.

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