Page 63 of Forever Fake

“That’s my girl,” he says when I moan, arching my back in a silent plea for more. “Just let go, and I promise to make you feel good on your birthday. Do you trust me?”

“Yes,” I pant.

Blake teases my clit, tongues my sensitive flesh, and has me squirming with need, building closer and closer to release. I desperately want more, need more, to tip me over the edge.

“Please,” I beg. I can’t see him, but I can picture the smirk on his gorgeous face as he pushes two fingers into my throbbing cunt.

“Such a hungry pussy, so greedy for anything I give it. Fuck, baby, can you feel how wet you are for me?”

I let out an incoherent noise and rock my hips, riding his fingers. There’s moisture against my thighs. He removes his hand, ignoring my protest, only to drag his wet fingers lower and circle my asshole. I startle at the sensation, the wordstopon the tip of my tongue, but then he nudges my ass at the same time as his tongue flicks across my clit, and I explode.

The most intense orgasm of my life wracks my body and unravels my mind. Fireworks spark behind my eyelids.

I feel Blake shift, then he’s hovering on top of me, his body heat warming my flushed, sweaty skin. He lines himself up with my entrance and pushes in. My pussy stretches to accommodate him, and I gasp, the sensation more intense than usual.

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to fuck every single one of your beautiful, delicious holes, magpie.” He rocks his hips, driving into me. “That includes this one.”

His hand slides down my ass and he inserts a finger.Oh my god. To my astonishment, I don’t panic. If anything, with his cock inside me, it feels good.

“I want to feel your muscles tighten and clench around my cock and fingers when you come.” He pinches my nipple, earning himself another of my breathy moans. His lips press to mine, his tongue demanding entrance, and I open for him. He tongue-fucks my mouth in time to his cock and fingers.

The mixed sensations are too much. He’s everywhere, filling me up in every way that he can. His raw, brutal possessiveness has me screaming his name as I fall to pieces, completely giving in to him not only with my body, but with my mind.

“That’s it, sweetheart, come for me. Such a good fucking girl, just like that.Fuck.”

His hips jerk with his release and liquid heat spreads through my insides. When he’s finished, he stills, buried deep, and removes my blindfold.

“Hello, beautiful.” He drops a sweet kiss to my forehead, my nose, my lips. “Was that too much or did you enjoy it?”

I swallow past the lump in my throat and smile shyly at him. “I enjoyed it.”

Which surprises me, and makes me somewhat uncomfortable too. I didn’t think I could stand anything analsince… what happened with my ex. Obviously that’s not the case. I came–twice.

But what does that say about me? That he can touch me like that and I like it? Am I finally overcoming my trauma or am I more fucked up than I realized? Broken beyond repair.

“Oh my god, remind me to tell Kyla this is the best Belgian waffle I’ve ever had.” I moan around my last forkful of the fluffy, crispy goodness, sad that my plate’s now empty. Blake chuckles and drops the last quarter of his waffle in front of me, which I immediately devour.

We spent the morning alternating between sex and sleep, and I sure worked up an appetite. Breakfast in bed was an excellent indulgence.

As soon as I’m finished eating, Blake takes away my dish and replaces it with a small gift wrapped box.

“Happy twenty-first birthday. This is the first of many today.”

I’m so giddy that my hands shake. The genuine grin I offer him has his lips curving up at the corners. I love seeing him smile. He should do that more often.

Shredding the paper, I remove the lid from the box and peer inside, finding a sparkly object. I gently take it out and hold it in my hand. My chest squeezes at the same time as my stomach flutters. I immediately recognize the figurine encrusted with black, blue, and green diamonds. The magpie.

“You…” My brows pinch with confusion. “This is a Baron family heirloom. I almost stole this from you, why are you giving it to me now?”

“Because I see the way your gaze seeks it out when we’re in the hallway, and how your eyes light up every time you see it. Nothing escapes my notice. You long for this little magpie figurine, so I decided that it should be yours.” He reaches for my hand and closes my fingers around the piece. He’s right, I hadn’t even noticed that I always stare at it when we walk along that hallway, but I do. I’ve loved this figurine since the first time I spotted it. It’s so sparkly, it makes me happy.

“Thank you.” Thickness clogs my throat. “I love it. Really love it!”

This time, his smile reaches his glittering eyes. The way that expression transforms his face from handsome to breathtaking, literally stops the air in my lungs. His birthday is in November and I’m going to make sure it’s as wonderful as today’s been so far.

“I can’t give you just one magpie though,” he says, climbing out of bed and pulling on a pair of slacks. My gaze appreciatively roams over his bare chest and shoulders.

“Why? What do you mean by that?”

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