Page 68 of For Fake's Sake and other stories

We woke in the night, and he fucked me again, whispering my name as he slid inside me.

My eyes fly open. Everett is smiling at me. “Good morning, kitten.”

“Hmm, good morning, Daddy.” Shit! I said it again. What the hell is wrong with me? “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I keep saying that.”

He chuckles and pulls me into him. “Maybe because it’s the right thing to say. It’s what your heart feels before your brain tells you otherwise. Besides, I like it.”

“You do?”

“From you, I do.” He places a soft kiss on my lips. I try to move away, mumbling about morning breath, but he kisses me again, more firmly this time. He licks over the seam of my lips, and I can’t resist opening for him.

As our kiss deepens and our tongues tangle, licking and stroking in each other’s mouths, Everett turns me over onto my back. He keeps the bulk of his weight on his forearms, but his groin lies on mine, and his legs are between my parted ones. Hiserection nudges mine through my shorts. Wait… it doesn’t feel like he’s wearing anything.

He rolls his hips into mine, and pleasure rushes through me. I groan into his mouth. “Naked,” I mumble against his lips. “I need to feel you. I need my shorts off.”

I wriggle and push the annoying in-the-fucking-way fabric down. It takes less than a minute for Everett to yank them off my legs. He sets me on top of him so I’m straddling him. “Is that better?” He runs his broad, rough hands up and down my thighs. My whole body tingles.

“Yes. What are you going to do with me now?” I lean over and brush my mouth to his. The change in my position has my arse up and off his body. He moves his hands over my cheeks and down the cleft to my hole. A moan breaks free from my lips at the feather-light touch over the sensitive entrance.

“What do you want, kitten?” He goes back to stroking circles over my bum cheeks, then scrapes his nails up and down. Goosebumps burst over my skin.

“I want you.” My voice dips subtly, gets slightly husky. Everett’s eyes darken. Yes, he heard it too. “Love me the way you’ve fantasised.”

“Oh, sweetheart.” He lets go of my bum and pushes upright without using his hands. The muscles in his stomach flex. He’s so bloody strong. He touches my mouth with his, and my fingers find their way into his hair. There’s no rush, no urgency, only his tongue lazily stroking mine, flicking over the roof of my mouth. It’s all slow, sensual, and sexy. I’m getting horny without him even touching me anywhere else.

He slides his hands to my waist and runs them over my arse again. I squirm under his touch, then drag my hands from his hair to his chest and push him gently back down. As I leanover him, keeping our mouths fused, he trails a finger down to my hole, but unlike last night, he bypasses it and scrapes over my taint to my balls and up my cock. He wraps his palm around my length and gives my cheek a slap with the other. Not hard, but it stings enough for me to break our kiss.

“Get the condoms and lube, kitten. I want you to ride me.” He continues to stroke my cock slowly and steadily.

Luckily, the products are still on the side table, but I still have to reach over so my arse sticks up even more. Another swat. I fumble with the supplies and almost drop them. I scowl at him, but he chuckles and rubs the skin. “Such a feisty little kitty.”

I hand him the lube. He pops open the lid and lets the gel drip into his palm and over two fingers. “I want you to put the condom on me. I’m going to get you good and stretched and ready for me.” Everett runs the two wet fingers down my crease. The cold gel makes me shiver, but as he brushes over my hole, dipping the tip of one inside, a full shudder racks my body. Need floods me. I want him in me now. I’m still slick from the middle-of-the-night sex.

My hands are shaking as I tear open the condom wrapper and take out the slippery latex. I roll the rubber down his throbbing length. His cock is as hard as steel, covered in silk.

He slips his fingers inside me, stretching, scissoring my ready hole. “More,” I moan.

“So tight, so fucking tight,” Everett whispers. He pumps them in and out, then pulls them free. As soon as I’m empty, I miss the fullness. I hold his cock upright, ready to slide down and take him to the hilt. “Ride me, my kitten.”

His thick girth breaches the muscles, and I gasp for breath. I pause and breathe in and out a couple of times, then sink a little lower until I rest on his groin. “You’re so big.” Irock my hips. The sensation of him pulsing and throbbing is exquisite. Every nerve is firing sparks of pleasure through me. As I adjusted to him, my dick drooped, but it perks up again and points upright, shining with the shimmer of pre-cum weeping from the slit.

“You need to move, sweetheart.” Everett grasps my hips and thrusts up.

With my hands on his chest and my feet flat in the bed, I ride him until my thighs have turned to jelly. I’m panting, and sweat runs freely down my chest. “Fuck!” Everett flips us so quickly he doesn’t even dislodge himself from my arse and pounds into me. I’m on my back with my ankles up by my ears, my dick weeping, and my balls so tight and high I’m going to fall to pieces any moment. “I’m going to come.” I grab my aching dick.

“Yes, baby. Come. Come for me!” Everett is right with me as I erupt, spunk spraying my chest, while he shoots his load, hot and heavy, in the condom, crying out my name.

It’s perfect, and I’m in love.

Everett rolls off me and disposes of the condom. I lie with my arm over my eyes, needing the time to process what has happened. Not only just now but also from the moment I first set eyes on him. Why was I so drawn to him? What was it about him that I cried when I couldn’t meet him? How did I know he was going to be so perfect for me?

And what happens now? How can I go back to my home, knowing I’m supposed to be here—with Everett?

The bed dips beside me, and a hand rests on my back. When I turn my face, he has the sweetest smile playing on his lips, his eyes sparkling. “Hey there, kitten. How’re you doing?”He strokes a warm cloth over my stomach. Any words I try to form stay locked in my throat. “Noah, what’s going on?”

He scoops me up into his arms. I bury my head in his neck and breathe him in—clean sweat, a hint of sex, but mainly him. He smells of strength and security, of promise and hope for more.

“I love you.” I lift my head out of the warm juncture below his chin. “I don’t know what to do now. I can’t see myself living back home with my mum.”

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