Page 43 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

His cock lays heavy between my legs, dipping in and out of my wetness. I thrust my hips up and he exhales a loud groan.

His hands leave no inch of my body untouched. His lips, tongue, and teeth explore my mouth like he can’t get enough of it.

I spend most evenings alone in the dark writing about women being impossibly turned on by fictitious men. Men who I’ve created in my mind to be the type I think I’d want. Until this moment, I’ve never felt half of what they get to feel. Lust runs through every vein in my body. My skin heats, suddenly burning for him. It feels like I’ll die if I don’t have him inside me soon.

He whispers into my mouth, “Do you feel it?”

I can’t deny it. “Yes, I feel it.” How could I not?

He licks a path down my neck to my chest. His deliciously textured hands grab my breasts while he alternates licking and sucking each nipple with a reverence I’ve never dreamed possible.

His lips work their way down my body, making good on his promise to worship every part of me. His hands slowly follow suit until they’re between my thighs, spreading them apart, pinning them to the bed. His face hovers over my center. I can feel his hot breath teasing me.

My doubts of moments ago are a distant memory. I’m on fire with the need for his mouth to be on me. I try to wiggle, desperate for contact, but he’s too strong.So fucking strong.

I’m panting like a dog in heat, desperate for him to touch me. The anticipation has me trembling for him.

He licks his lips. “I’ve been dreaming of feasting on this pussy every damn night since I first saw you. So pink. So perfect.” He slowly licks through me. “So delicious.”

The tip of his tongue teases my clit for what feels like hours but is likely only seconds. His full tongue finally finds my clit and applies just the right amount of pressure.

His fingers push into my entrance, starting off slowly and then gradually going faster and deeper.

“Oh god, Trey.” I fist the sheets and practically push my pussy into his face. I can feel the sensation of his scruff on my inner thighs. I’m going to come in world-record time.

What I thought earlier about Trey kissing like a man when I’ve clearly only kissed boys in the past, also goes for the way he eats me. He’s a man devouring my body and playing it perfectly.

I usually like to be on top when a man goes down on me so I can control the pace and depth, but I don’t need to with him. It’s as if he knows everything I need and everything I didn’t know I needed.

He continues his heavenly movements. I’m writhing all over the place. “Please don’t stop.”

His eyes meet mine and convey more than I can bear rightnow. We make eye contact as he sucks my clit hard and curls his fingers in just the right spot. I feel like a bomb is going off between my legs. I yell out as my body opens up and erupts like a volcano. This orgasm is even more intense than the one I had in the restaurant.

My vision is spotted, but I feel the sudden coldness of him pulling his face away from my center, then I feel him move up my body and position his tip at my entrance.

I still haven’t regained my vision, but I manage to mumble, “Condom.”

He grunts, “No,” as he rolls his hips and pushes into me. “Nothing between us. Ever. I’m going to fuck you so hard and deep, you’ll be feeling me for days. You won’t be able to walk.”

I can feel my body spasming around him, ignited by his dirty words and never having come down fully from my recent orgasm.

My mind begs me to grab a condom. A man like Trey has undoubtedly been with countless women. But holy fuck, that piercing. It drags through me, hitting every right spot along the way. I lose my breath at the sensation. I know we should stop, but my greedy whore body would rather die than have this feeling end.

I can only manage the super eloquent, “Holy shit. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

He pushes all the way in, brings his forehead to mine, and breathes, “I’ll never stop. You’re mine. For good.”

Between his words, his size, and that piercing, I feel so damn full of all things Trey.

He momentarily pauses and looks at me. I think he’s actually asking permission to proceed. I lose my internal battle of sense and wrap myself around him, wanting to keep him close. Digging my ankles into his ass, I grit out, “Fuck me,” as I encourage him to begin his movements.

His lips take mine again. I can taste my orgasm on his tongue. So fucking hot.

He pulls out and then slams back in. Holy hell. This is going to be epic.

As he establishes a rhythm, my eyes roll around in my head at what must be the greatest pleasure in existence. He’s a skilled lover and that piercing is blowing my mind.

I swivel my hips and arch my back, trying to give as much as I’m getting. If the sounds he’s making are any indication, he’s more than enjoying himself.

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