Page 25 of Fake Dating My Valentine

He crossed his arms over his massive chest. “What the hell is going on, Torey? If I did something to make you uncomfortable, just tell me.”

“It’s nothing.”

“Nothing?” He took a step forward, daring me to lie to his face. “Liar.”

Definitely. “Okay fine, it’s none of your business.”

He took another step closer until my back was pressed against the wall and he was pressed against my front. “I’m making it my business.”

My pulse kicked up, and my throat went dry at the dark and determined look in his eyes. “Ryan.”

“I can do this all night.”

My anger mixed with lust, and I wasn’t sure what in the hell to do with that other than to run him off with the truth. “Fine, you want to know? I really wanted to kiss you, but I can’t handle being another mistake, so I put some space between us.”

His green eyes darkened to a forest green color, and then his tongue slipped out and slicked across his bottom lip as a growl escaped. His mouth slammed down against mine in a punishing kiss that heated up my whole body and made every limb tremblewith need. His tongue was firm and commanding, and that low growl sent a wave of moisture flooding my panties.

It was the best kiss of my entire life, and I wanted more. I wanted everything Ryan had to give me. But not under any circumstances. I pulled back just enough to see his face, to make sure he saw mine. “I want you, Ryan. I want this. But I don’t want to be another regret.”

“I don’t regret it,” he growled. “I could never regret you, Torey.” His mouth was on mine again, hard and full of desire as lips and tongue worked to dissolve every atom in my body until I was nothing more than a pool of lust for the taking.

We kissed for an eternity, like teenagers exploring the newness of nudity and sex. “Your body,” I panted when his shirt came off, but I was too eager to get my lips on his pecs to finish the thought.

“Been wanting to see what’s under this dress since you walked into the community center.” His gaze was dark with heat as he peeled the rest of the dress off me, leaving me in nothing but the lacy black one-piece that held everything in place. “Holy fuck, Torey. You’ve had this on under here all night?”

I nodded as his teeth and then his lips skated along the length of my neck and then across my collarbone, his scruff a gentle roughness against that sensitive skin. “Yes!”

Soon enough we were naked, and Ryan laid me out on the sofa while his hands danced across my skin. “You’re so beautiful, Torey. So soft everywhere.” His lips kissed every inch of my skin before his broad shoulders pushed my thighs apart and his tongue found where I was wet and swollen.

“Ryan,” I cried out and gripped his head as I rolled my hips in time with every flick of his tongue. “Don’t stop.” He made me hungry and needy. The way his mouth made me feel was out of this world, and it had me saying things I didn’t often say. “Fuck, I love your mouth.”

At my words, he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, instead he intensified his moves until my body shook violently, and his name fell from my lips while he made animalistic sounds against me, the vibrations just what I needed to push me into the abyss of bliss.

“Ryan!” My back arched off the sofa, and my legs wrapped around him as I rode out my orgasm. “Goodness!” Had any orgasm ever been so powerful? So all-consuming? I had no answer, but when Ryan left my pussy and began kissing his way up my body, there was only one thing in my mind.

More.

“I can’t resist you, Torey, and I’m sick of trying.” He kissed my collarbones and then my jaws. The corners of my mouth. My mouth. “See how good you taste.”

It was something completely out of my comfort zone, but as his lips pressed against mine, I loved the taste of us together. It was unlike anything I’d ever tasted, but it was salty and sweet and slightly musky. I moaned.

“I’m going to fuck you now.”

My lips pulled into a smile. “Yes, please.” He filled me slowly, the blunt head of his cock took its time as it sank in. Slow and deep. “Fuck.”

“Good?”

“Amazing.” I pulsed around him. “Better once you start moving.”

“Yes ma’am.” With those two words, Ryan pulled out and sank deep over and over, adding more pressure with every stroke. The sensation of him stretching me out and pounding deep was irresistible, and each move only brought me closer and closer to the edge.

“Ryan,” I panted because my brain ceased to work or remember anything other than his name. “Yes, Ryan.” His triceps flexed under my palms, and I held on tight, matching himstroke for stroke, strangling his cock like the greedy bitch I was. “More. Please.”

His lips stretched into a tight grin as he shifted positions, on his knees with my ankles beside his ears as he fucked me harder and deeper. His fingertips dug into my thighs, possessive as his lips brushed my ankles, a determined expression on his face.

“Ryan,” I cried out. “I’m-,”

“I know, I feel you. Let go, Torey. Let. Go. Now.” He punctuated every word with a deep stroke that pushed and pushed until I flew off the edge.

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