Page 44 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

“You feel so fucking good, baby. Open up for me again. Let me feel your pussy come on my cock, beautiful girl.Mybeautiful girl.”

He somehow manages to fuck me and make love to me at the same time. It’s hard and wild yet still tender and loving. I don’t know how he’s achieving that balance, but he is. It’s almost too much to bear. How can our first time be this intense? How can we connect on the highest of levels while barely knowing each other?

His tongue and lips are everywhere. His big hands manage to work my body over like he’s committing it to memory, always leaving a blazing trail in their wake.

I’m two more orgasms into this when I feel his thrusts become more erratic.

I breathe, “Don’t come inside me.”

“But—”

“I mean it.” I might be in outer space right now, but I have some limits.

His face is buried in my neck. “I want to come inside your body. I need to mark you as mine.”

“You can come in my mouth.”

That gets his attention. He pulls out of me, shifts up my body, and thrusts his massive cock into my mouth. I lick around the piercing before grabbing his ass and pushing him as far in as I can take him. I can feel the metal against the back of my throat.

“Oh fuck, Gemma. Oh shit. I’m coming.”

If I didn’t have a giant cock down my throat, I’d tell him togive it all to me. But I do, in fact, have a mammoth pierced cock clogging up my throat.

He grunts loudly as hot creaminess fills my mouth, sliding down with ease. He yells out my name throughout his entire orgasm. I wrap my lips tight and suck every last drop.

After I finish swallowing it down, he collapses next to me, pulling my overheated, sweaty body close to his. Out of breath, he practically moans, “That was amazing. I knew you’d blow my mind.”

Me? I barely did anything. He’s the one who blewmymind.

I can feel our joint heart rates beating erratically against each other. There’s something deeply intimate about them falling in perfect sync with one another.

Once I can form a sentence, I ask, “How was your orgasm with the piercing? Umm…you know…for research.” I bite my lip. “Use descriptive words.”

He smiles as his hands move all over my body. “Best of my life, but that may have been my sexy partner.”

“Any other words just in case a certain author wants to describe the male point of view in a book of hers? Adjectives are welcome.”

He chuckles. “Like a bomb went off between my legs and I couldn’t see straight. I think I blacked out for a few seconds.”

Yep, I know the feeling. Also, I’m totally using that in a book.

He pulls me so I’m fully on top of him. He’s so strong. Manhandling me is second nature to him. Oh my god, I sound like a romance novel. Trey is an actual book boyfriend come to life. I feel like I’m in the movieWeird Sciencewhere the guys created the perfect woman on their computer and she suddenly appears. It’s like I’ve written the most perfect man and now it’s manifesting itself in Trey. Well, except for the lying. I certainly don’t write men who lie.

I rest my chin on his chest and look up at him. “Condoms if you ever want to do that again.”

His face falls. “Aren’t you on birth control?”

“Yes, I have an IUD, but we’re relative strangers, Trey.”

“This isn’t casual sex for me.”

“I know. You’ve more than made that clear, but I hardly know anything substantive about you. I don’t know how many partners you’ve had. Judging by your performance, I’m guessing it’s been more than a few. When was the last time you had sex?”

“I haven’t had sex since you posted that video. I promise that I have a clean bill of health.”

“Hmm.”

I mindlessly trace his chin dimple with my finger, entranced by it. “How many women have sat on this?”

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