Page 33 of Pretend for Me

He circled the tip of his length against my clit, making me throw my head back once more. “Do you want this?” he asked, his eyes dancing with excitement.

I nodded and kissed him, my lips quivering with unspoken passion.

Slowly the tip of his cock slipped into me, making me feel complete for the first time in ten years. We both groaned simultaneously, as Matthew pushed harder, sliding further and further until he was buried to the hilt.

“Fuck,” one of us cried out.

Matthew got lost inside of me. Like he had so many times before. He held me as close as he could, and I melted against him, curving into his hard edges. Matthew’s hardness electrified me.

“Oh God,” he mumbled as I kissed Matthew’s jaw, his head falling back slightly. Matthew tightened his grip on my ass, using the wall as leverage to thrust into me deeply. He pulled all the way out before sliding in until he’d bottomed out and our pelvises were flush.

Our mouths moved wildly against each other. Our hips jerked to meet the other, frantically. Matthew rotated his hips inside of me, hitting me exactly where I needed him. I moaned in response.

“You like that, baby? You like the way I fuck you?” Matthew panted, reminding me of my words earlier. He licked the rim of my ear, nibbling on the lobe before he whispered, “Tell me you can fake this.” He thrust his hips into me. Deeper. Harder.

My orgasm began to crest as Matthew drove faster into me, his hand now squeezing my hip, pushing my legs further apart. The angle made me moan so loud it echoed throughout the entire alley. “Oh yes,” I breathed. “Right there. Fuck me harder.”

He thrust deeper, grunting. A bead of sweat slipped down his forehead, and I kissed it away. Soon I gripped his shoulders, digging my fingernails into him so hard I was certain there would be marks the next day. I smirked, loving the idea of marking this gorgeous man, who made me feel this fucking good.

From what I knew about Matthew, I hoped this wasn’t just sex to him. No—this felt like it was everything he couldn’t say. He was showing me everything I wouldn’t allow him to say. I love you.Thrust. I will never leave you.Thrust. I’m sorry.Thrust.

“I love—I love how well you take my cock. Can’t get enough of you.”

I held onto him, going along for the ride as I became boneless. My body tightened, my arms grasping for him with each buck. My thighs held his waist in an impossible grip.

“Yes. Yes.” My head fell back but Matthew shook his head slightly, reaching a hand up to grip my hair and bring my attention back to him.

“Kiss me,” he demanded, and I did, riding out the waves of pleasure soaring through me.

Matthew’s climax wasn’t far behind. His cock exploded inside of me with such force I felt his knees buckle, causing him to nearly drop us both.

Euphoria rushed over us as we came down from our peaks. Through rapid inhales and steadying heartbeats, the air quickly changed, bringing reality with it.

Trying to catch my breath, I pushed my hands against Matthew’s chest, silently requesting to be let down.

Matthew set me back on my feet gently, and I scrambled to find my shirt in the alleyway, suddenly feeling shame in the situation. My movements were frantic with the change in mood, and Matthew had to grab it from the floor and hand it to me.

“Thanks,” I muttered.

Sex. It had just been sex, I mentally reasoned.

“Sure,” Matthew said, pulling his pants up and attempting to rebutton them in the dimly lit alleyway. “So I was thinking, would you have dinner with me?” he asked. “We can discussus. Like I said before we got carried away, I have a lot to say.”

I just shook my head, facing the wall silently.

You would think nobody ever told us that sex doesn’t fix an already broken relationship.

“Cassie, please. Turn around,” Matthew demanded.

I shook my head again, trying to close my blouse despite a few missing buttons. “No.”

“No?” Matthew questioned.

“No, I meant what I said, I don’t love you like that anymore.” I paused. “I’ll always love you in my own way. Just not like that.” I choked the words out, tears streaming down my face.

“Wow. Okay.” Matthew blew out a breath. “God.”

“Just go. Please,” I repeated, an edge of desperation in my voice.

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