Page 59 of Accidental Fiancé

He pushed me harder against the door. His chest heaved with every heavy breath as he stared at me in that barely lit supplycloset. I didn’t know how he was breathing, I wasn’t. I couldn’t. If he ended this, it might be the end of me.

He whispered my name then spun me around and jerked my pants down, pulling my hips back to him. In a flash, his fingers glided into me. As wet as I was, it was no challenge. I cried out, but his free hand slid over my mouth. His hot breath caressed the shell of my ear.

“Shh. Wouldn’t want anyone to hear us, now would we?”

When his fingers plunged deeper, I bit down on his hand, a strangled cry escaping my lips. He hit my spot again and again until I shook for a new reason. His reason.

I licked his hand. I would have licked anything he wanted me to. His teeth clamped onto that tender spot between my shoulders and my neck as he fingered me, and pleasure shot through every part of me, fracturing my mind. Any question of what was happening vanished without a trace.

I worked myself on his fingers, so close to the edge I wanted to cry. Julian’s fingers slipped out and he pulled my hips back even further until I was up against his hard cock. That hot steel shoved deep, and I cried out unfettered this time. His groans echoed after my sounds died down.

He covered me with his body while he pumped into me. His fingers encircled my wrists, pulling my arms out to either side of the door frame and pinning me there. It was like he was telling me with his body that he had me. That he would protect me. I had never felt safer. Or more turned on.

Every stroke brought me closer. It continued to build until I couldn’t breathe or speak. Breathy moans fell from my lips, pushed out by every pump of his body into mine. I was beyond thought, beyond comprehension. I was enveloped in pure bliss, and when my orgasm hit, I saw sparks. Pleasure ran circles through my body, all that heat and electricity bursting beneathmy skin like a flash. I didn’t hear him until I started to come down.

“…that’s it, dirty girl, come on my cock,” he grunted on his thrusts. Thankfully, he had one arm banded around my waist to keep me upright. I’d gone limp at some point.

With a weak breath, I gasped, “Come for me.”

“Can’t,” he growled. “Nowhere good for it to go.”

I wriggled from his grasp. “Pull out.”

As he did, he uttered, “You okay?”

I turned and attempted to drop to my knees in front of him, but he was too quick and caught me. I said, “I’m okay. Let me do this.”

When I swallowed him into my throat, he lost his balance and leaned on the doorframe to stop from falling on me. I loved tasting myself on him. It was as if I’d marked my territory. But there was something else there. A flavor that was entirely him and I loved it.

I stared up at him realizing quickly that watching him from this angle became my second favorite view of him. The first was how he looked when he was on top of me. The feel of his thickness slipping between my lips was addictive. I memorized the veins and the hint of a curve, the shape of the bulbous tip.

“Jesus, Maggie, if you keep this up, I won’t be able to stop.”

I scraped the underside of his cock with my tongue and took him deeper into my throat to make my point that I had no intention of stopping.

“Fuck,” he grunted. He laced his fingers into my hair and guided me at his pace. Bobbing back and forth, I noticed when his grip changed. He smacked the doorframe as though he had too much pent-up energy and had to let it out somehow. He should have been letting it out on me.

I popped off the end of him. “Stop holding back.”

His voice was hoarse. “Yeah?”

I nodded once and started again. That was all the permission he needed.

His fingers tightened in my hair, and he thrust into my mouth, gagging me until I moaned on him. He held me in place to take what he needed, twitching against my lips. He fucked my face almost as hard as he fucked my body, and as much as he pulled my hair to guide me, I was right there, meeting him beat for beat. Anxious for it, almost as if his orgasm would make me come, too. I cupped his balls and his curses spewed out as he throbbed in my mouth and came, slapping the doorframe while he shot into me. I looked up at him with a mischievous grin as I swallowed every drop.

Julian pulled me to my feet and kissed me like the answer to all the world’s problems was somewhere in my mouth. By the time he let me go, my face was sore from the blowjob as much as the kissing. He pressed his forehead to mine, and for a while, we stayed like that, breathing each other in.

After a few minutes he murmured, “Feeling better about Chloe?”

I laughed sharply. “Who?”

He grinned. “Good.”

But after the high came down, her name plunked into the pit of my stomach like a rock. “You weren’t thinking about her while we?—"

“No!” he said with too much volume. He chuckled at himself and lowered his voice. “No, of course not. After what you just did… you made my mind go blank and I had to remember why we were in here instead of my bedroom upstairs, and that brought me back to her.”

“Your brain moves way too fast after sex.”

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