Page 77 of Faking the Book Boyfriend

She shakes as she rides out her pleasure until she eventually stills, with me finally buried all the way inside her. I can feel her pussy continuing to pulsate around my cock. She just blew my mind.

After several long breaths, she looks down at me with a sexy smile and wiggles on top of me. “You up for a little peach play, Santa? ‘Tis the season.”

I nod. “Nothing says Christmas cheer and a happy New Year like a little sodomy.”

Her responding smile quickly fades into a moan when I grab her ass hard and thrust my hips. “I’m up for anything that makes you come the way you just came.”

She reaches toward her night table and opens the drawer. Her tits dangle in my face and I bite one of her nipples. She screeches out and then giggles before bending her head and biting my nipple. Hard. Fuck if my cock doesn’t leak a little from that.

I easily flip us over, pin her arms back, and push my cock as deep inside her as I can. Slowly, I move in and out of her, but unlike when she was in control, my thrusts are deep.Verydeep.

“Do you want me this deep in your ass?”

Her eyes flutter. “Y…yes. I want it.” She points toward the drawer. “Grab the fuchsia bottle.”

I look over into the oversized drawer. What the fuck? There are like ten vibrators, a bunch of other toys I’ve never seen before, and several bottles, all in different colors.

I lift an eyebrow in question, and she shrugs. “What? It was a long drought before you came into my life. I have needs.”

“Do you use all this stuff?”

She gives me a sexy smile. “I know a sex scene I write is good enough when I can’t get through reading it without engaging in some self-love.”

“Your barometer of a decent sex scene is whether or not you have to stop and masturbate while rereading it?”

She laughs and nods. “Yes. It’s called the Gemmabation scale. I think it’s part of the metric system.”

I chuckle. “Yep. I think I’ve heard of it. Millimeters, centimeters, meters, kilometers, and Gemmameters. It all makes perfect sense.”

She giggles as she nods in agreement.

I reach over and grab the fuchsia bottle. Her smile widens. “See, you understand the color fuchsia. One of my author friends had an…incident because she didn’t understand my color system. I had to fib and ensure her that the fuchsia was front door lube and not back door. It was a whole thing.”

“I’m not even gonna ask about that one.”

She giggles again. “It’s better you don’t.” She clenches around my cock. “Are you ready for the peach-play trope?”

“Ass-fucking is a trope too?”

She shrugs. “Everything is a trope these days.”

I pull out and easily flip her over. Opening the fuchsia bottle, I squeeze the lube all over her ass and on my cock. I give myself a few pumps to spread it out and then rub it through her apple of an ass.

Giving it a loud spank, I expect a yelp, but she moans. I love how dirty she is. Gemma Fairchild is all elegance and class on the streets, and lewd and dirty in the sheets. Or, as I like to call it, perfection.

She lifts on all fours and wiggles that ass. “Put your dick in my ass and fuck me.”

Holy hell.

I add a bit more lube to my fingers and slip them inside her back entrance to help prepare her for me.

“Hmm. Yes. More. I need more.”

After a few pumps, I withdraw my fingers, bring my tip to her puckered hole, and begin to slide it in. “Oh, fuck, Gemma. It’s so tight. I won’t last long.”

“My clit is already about to explode. Holy fuck, that piercing.” She pants, “Deep. I want you deep.”

I push all the way in, and she shouts, “Yes!”

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