Page 41 of Forever Fake

Fuck, lust has never driven me this insane before. I’ve never wanted someone?—

Ginevra tentatively places one small palm against my flexed abs, and her touch sends a shiver through me. Slowly, keeping up her fake moans and gasps, she drags her hand downwardexploring each rise and valley of my six-pack. Lower, lower… Until she grazes my straining cock. It twitches at her touch and I suck in a sharp breath.

Our gazes lock. The curiosity and vulnerability I see in her eyes has transfixed me. Tentatively, she wraps her tiny hand around my cock. The way she does it makes me certain she’s never touched a man before. How can that be true?

Fuck, just that light caress is almost enough to set me off. Then her hand falls away. I immediately miss her touch.

Gin wails, breaking that intense moment between us. “I’m coming! Fill my asshole with your cum, big boy! I want it dripping out of me all day long.”

Fucking hell. One day I’m going to grant her wish. I’ll fill her so full of cum it’s going to drip down her thighs.

To end our game, I groan and give the headboard one last shove. Then I drop my forehead to hers, and press my lips to the tip of her nose. She’s silently laughing so hard tears stream down her cheeks.

“Good job.” Now I have to get away from her before I do something stupid like sink my cock into her warm pussy. Or kiss that pretty, filthy mouth.

Dragging on a pair of slacks and a T-shirt, I step into the hallway to confront my step-mother.

As soon as she sees me, she snarls, “You’re disgusting.”

“I’m not the one loitering in the hallway listening to a man fuck his girlfriend.” I lean casually against the wall. “Pervert.”

She ignores my jibe. “I don’t believe you have a girlfriend. I can only assume that’s your girlde jourin there that you’re trying to pass off as your?—”

“She’s my fiancée. I proposed to her over the weekend and she saidyes.”

Crimson climbs up Yve’s neck and disappears under her caked on makeup. She sneers. “What a little harlot. She’scertainly not after your money, because she won’t be getting any.”

“That’s why I like her. She’s not a gold-digging bitch like you. She loves me for myself.” The lies roll off my tongue.

Yve pins me with a frigid stare. “You know my terms, so she better really be in love with you. One year, Blake, that’s how long you’ll have to wait for your inheritance now that you’ve decided to marry that woman instead of my darling Lexa.”

“I’ll survive,” I drawl, already tired of this conversation. “Why are you here?”

“Have you set up a meeting with the seller yet? Or is Liam’s inheritance going to go to Lexa? Word on the street is that Eion Bane’s moving in fast. If you’re going to secure that land for us then you better stop fucking around–literally–and get on with it.”

“I’m meeting with him a week from today. It’s already set.” Fuck, this woman pisses me off.

“That better not be too late.” She glares and turns on her heel. “You know what’s at stake if you fail.”

I wait until the click of her heels disappears out my front door, then heave an irritated sigh. Like that conversation couldn’t wait a couple more hours until I was at the office? Yve’s always liked pushing into other people’s personal space, that hasn’t changed. I hope this time she regretted it.

The only thing I regret is having fake sex with my fake fiancée. I can’t wait until the day Ginevra’s legally bound to me—I’ll enjoy every inch of her.

CHAPTER 18

Ginevra

After the morning’s excitement, I fall into a restless sleep and have naughty dreams starring Blake. When I finally wake up, drenched in sweat, my pussy pulsing with need, he’s already left for work. So I decide to take care of myself in the shower. These handheld shower heads really are amazing.

Except once isn’t enough. I build myself up a second time, remembering how I touched his cock—briefly, but still. I had to end our charade after that because I was so close to begging him to take me for real. To hell with the show, at that moment I wanted his hands and mouth on me, his cock inside my body.

And I was sober. Dead sober.

Only now do I realize that I didn’t panic when he climbed on top of me this morning. Nervous, yes, but not riddled with anxiety. He could have touched me and I would have been fine—more than fine, I would have welcomed his attention.

My imagination wanders to the feel of his strong body on top of mine, taking me, claiming me, and I shatter with a low moan as steaming water runs down my body.

Why did we decide to wait until marriage? We could be having sex now. Sex has no bearing on our fake relationship,it’s just lust, physical pleasure. A release that we obviously both need.

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