Page 58 of Forever Fake

“You’re so fucking perfect, magpie. Look how good you’re taking my cock, and fuck, you feel even better than I imagined.” His eyelids flutter closed for a second. “I know you’re on birth control so I’m going to fill your pretty pussy with my cum. But first you’re going to come on my dick.”

I whimper. Having him on me, and in me, makes my head spin. His rich scent invades my nose, adding to the sensory overload. Then he begins to move his hips in slow, deep thrusts and my brain short circuits. I hold onto his broad shoulders as his body moves within mine. I’ve never felt anything like this before. It’s so, so good.

I shiver beneath him and he pauses. “Are you okay, baby?”

I nod.

“Use your words, Gin. How are you feeling?”

“I-I’m fine. Good.” I try to clear my head, but it’s a useless attempt. “I never knew it could feel like this. It’s so good.” I choke on a sob.

“Fuck.” Blake angles up on his forearms to get a better look at me. “Is this too much?”

“No! Don’t stop, I need more.”

“I’m not going to fuck you while you cry. I’m twisted, but I’m not that fucked up.”

I give him a watery smile and try to explain. “These are happy tears. I’m a little overwhelmed, but I’m okay. Please, give me more. I need more. I need you.”

He pistons his hips, giving me so much more that the sensations go from overwhelming to out of this world. Clinging to him, I gradually adjust, until I’m meeting each of his thrusts and moaning his name.

Blake varies his speed and depth. He’ll fuck me hard and fast, only to still deep inside my pussy, then continue in measured,slow thrusts, every muscle in his body straining. We’re both covered in sweat, our skin flushed. Our tongues tangle when he takes me slowly, these kisses raw and honest, then I cling to his chest when he ravages my body.

“Please,” I beg. “Please, let me come.” Any rational thought left my brain long ago. All I know is that I need this release, I can’t take it any more.

He slips his hand between us, his thumb finding my clit, and I explode around him. My pussy clamps down on his cock like a vise as I scream and scream. He curses, his hips pumping quicker, deeper, harder until he follows me over the edge. His guttural cry echoes through the cave.

I’m not sure if I passed out or fell asleep, but I wake up to Blake wiping tears from my cheeks.

“Did I hurt you?” he asks, clear concern in his blazing blue eyes.

“No.” I cry harder, unable to stop. Why am I sobbing? Then I realize… “I’m so sorry. I just never thought that I could have this.”

It’s true. I thought I was too broken to enjoy intimacy with another person and actually enjoy it. He’s given me a priceless gift. One that I’m not sure how I can ever repay.

Blake draws me into his arms, holding me close as I cry into his chest. “Of course you can have this, baby. Beautiful girl, this is only the beginning of what you can have. I can’t wait to show you more, for you to discover all the things that you like, there’s a whole new world open to you.”

“I’m sorry, I’m ruining the moment.”

“No, you’re not. This moment’s perfect.” He rubs soothing circles on my back, lulling me into relaxation and a brief nap. When I wake up, laying in his arms, the sun sinks low on the horizon, painting a perfect blend of pastels across the sky.

In silence, taking comfort in the feeling of him, I watch the sun disappear. This has been one of the most intense, but also best days of my life. Maybethebest day of my life. I have Blake to thank for this. All I need to figure out is how to thank him.

“Come. We should get back to the villa.” He quickly dresses, then bundles me up in the blanket and carries me to the helicopter. I’m so exhausted, both physically and emotionally, that I doubt I can stand right now, much less walk. How does he seem to know that?

It’s a quick flight back and no one’s around to bother us as we settle into our own villa and order room service for dinner.

That night Blake makes love to me again and again. I can’t think of how else to describe what his body is doing to mine, because this isn’t fucking, it’s too deep, too tender. He treats me like I’m the most precious thing he’s ever held. Of all the men in the world, how is it that I feel safest in the arms of this ruthless villain? More than safe. Prized, admired, and cherished.

He soothes my damaged heart, fills it with possibility and hope. My heart doesn’t care that I can’t fall in love with him. He might be gentle and caring with me, but he’s not the type of man who would ever love me in return.

A heart as cold and dead as his can never be revived. I’m not foolish enough to believe that I’m the one to melt him, to shine a light into his dark soul until he discovers love. That will never happen.

It’s in my best interest to distance myself from him, but I’m afraid it’s far too late for that. He’s going to rip out my tender organ and hack it to pieces. There’s nothing I can do about that anymore, because what I feel for him is no longer fake.

CHAPTER 26

Blake

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