Page 37 of The Fake Play

Luke lets out an appreciative gasp as his eyes tour every inch of my skin. He jerks his shirt off over his head, leaving him in nothing but lounge pants. Even in the dim room, I can see his six pack abs and his V-taper. He sits next to me, giving me a better view. His pecs are a thing of beauty, and I get lost looking at him until he asks, “May I continue?”

“Yes.”

He thrusts my vibrator in and out as I rock myself on it in time with his hand. “That’s it, that’s a good girl.”

I grip the sheets with one hand and his thigh with the other, my nails digging into both as I climb higher. He stares straight into my eyes and orders, “Come for me.”

My body goes taut, the climax turning me inside out at his command, and I gasp from the extent of the pleasure. My whole body shakes while the orgasm slams through me. As my bodyrelaxes, I try to unfurl my fingers, but Luke takes the hand on his thigh and kisses my palm before gently removing the vibrator.

“Fuck, I want you so bad,” he murmurs.

I nod quickly, and he stands and strips off his lounge pants. Even in the dark, I can tell he’s big.

How the hell is that going to fit?

All the same, I reach up for him, dying to feel him inside me. He climbs on top of me, and for a while, we just kiss. I can feel his cock against my thighs but he doesn’t rush anything. Every slant of his mouth over mine, every groan that rumbles out of him, makes me want him that much more. I need him, now. I need this. Yet he continues to take his time.

Luke traces my breasts with his tongue, sucking and nibbling on my nipples, making them hard as diamonds. His tongue runs around the soft skin, his fingers grazing and cupping.

Slowly, he moves downward, fingers, tongue, and teeth on my ribs, my stomach. I writhe beneath him, more than ready for this. Finally, the leash I was keeping on my patience snaps. “Luke, enough teasing.”

“Who says I’m teasing?” He settles between my thighs and pulls them wide over his shoulders. Without warning, he licks me in one long motion. A breath shudders out of me.

“Does that feel like teasing?”

“Only if you stop.”

“I’m just getting started.”

He plunges ahead, more of that magic mouth on my clit, while a finger paints up and down my slit until sliding into me. My head falls back into the pillows, and I curse up a storm as he expertly dines on me.

I don’t see the next climax coming as it swoops in and shreds me, leaving little in its wake. My body goes limp, and Luke takes his time before sliding his way up for a kiss. I can taste myself on his lips, and that turns me on even more. His rock hard cocksits near my entrance and I arch myself up to take him in, but he stops me.

“Condoms?”

I manage to say, “I’m on birth control and I’m disease-free. You?”

“Same.”

Although my brain was fuzzy from desire, I tease, “You’re on birth control?”

He snorts a laugh. “Disease-free. I get tested all the time.”

“So we’re good, right?”

“If you’re good, I’m good.”

I bob my head, desperate for the talking part to be over. This time when he kisses me, I wrap my arms around him as he reaches under my hips to pull me up to him. When he presses into me, I can’t help but gasp.

He’s bigger than I realized.

It’s just on the edge of pain, but an edge that is intoxicating. Every inch stretches me, and by the time he reaches the hilt, I’m close to another orgasm from that feeling alone.

He hisses, “Fuck, you’re so… fuck.”

I raise my hips to meet his, and he catches my rhythm right away. A third orgasm strikes, my nails raking down his back as I come all over him. I am beyond words—a guttural sound escaping me instead of a curse or unintelligible words.

“I can feel you coming on me.” He cocks his hips to hit my spot just right, and I buckle beneath him as the orgasm continues. “That’s it, that’s the spot right there. Fuck, I love seeing you like this. Come for me again. Is that what you want?”

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