Page 50 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

“Y-yes.” I don’t know if his cock was sent from heaven or hell, but either way, I’m going along for this ride.

That fucking piercing has got my mind spinning. I can’t see straight. I’m so incredibly turned on.

“Your pussy is greedy. She’s squeezing me.” He slaps my ass. “Such a good pussy.”

I grab onto the far edge of my desk so I have some leverage to push back onto him.

The sounds of my wetness and his body slapping hard against mine are loud. My desk slides an inch or two with every hard thrust.

He’s giving my body a pounding that I never want to stop.

He leans over, first biting and then sucking hard on my shoulder. I let out a scream.

“That’s right. Show everyone in this office what I’m doing to you. Who you belong to.”

What real-life man talks like that? And, damn, I’m loving it.

My climax is already churning through me. My toes are numb. This is romance book hot. I can’t believe it’s my reality.

His fingers dig hard into my hips again. I look back at his body. Somehow his muscles ripple through his shirt. I didn’t know that was possible. His jaw is tense, completely absorbed in this. I love how into the moment he is.

He notices my turned head and grabs me by the hair. Hard. His skillful tongue plunders into my mouth while his cock ravages my body in a way I’ve never known before.

I tear my eyes away to see files and papers flying everywhere. Holy shit. I think I manifested this whole scene.

I’ve got one more aspect of the scene I had in mind that needs to happen. I breathe, “My ass. Put your fingers in my ass.”

He lets out a loud groan before I hear him suck on his fingers, then he circles my back entrance and slips them in.

“Fuck, yes. I like it deep.”

He pushes his fingers all the way in while continuing to ram into me hard with his cock.

My orgasm builds and builds until I can’t possibly hold it back. As if sensing it, he leans over and seals his mouth over mine. I yell into him as the freight train of an orgasm crashes and then ripples through my entire body, completely shattering me.

“You want me to fill you with my come? Mark you as mine?”

“Yes!”

He growls, “Oh fuck,” as he pushes in deep and fills me with his warm seed.

Collapsing on top of me, he gently kisses my shoulder. We’re both breathing heavily. He pants, “I like your office. It’s nice.”

I giggle. “What color is my carpeting?”

I feel him smile on my shoulder. “I have no idea. You’re completely bare.”

I let out a laugh. “Notthatcarpeting.”

He pulls everything out and turns me around. I see his handsome, smiling face.

He runs his thumb over my sensitive lips. “You’re all I see, Gemma.”

Leaning forward, he sucks my lower lip into his mouth. My nipples harden. I’m about to deepen the kiss when I feel his come trickling down the inside of my thigh.

I pull away and look down. He notices my line of sight and runs his finger through our joint fluids before holding it up to my mouth. I wrap my lips around his finger and suck it clean, all without breaking eye contact.

His jaw slackens and he immediately hardens again. I can’t deny that I get off on the effect I have on him.

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