Page 18 of Fake Hearts and Kisses

“Thank you,” I say, brushing my lips against his. My heart swells in my chest, making my throat feel thick.

Blake clasps the bracelet around my wrist. The little charms tinkle together as he brings my wrist to his lips and brushes them against my skin. “Stand up,” he says.

I stand and run my fingers through his black hair. He grips the waist of my leggings and panties at my hips, then slowly slides them down my legs, helping me step out of them before pulling me back to the chair. Blake kneels between my legs.

“Hands above your head.” He runs the backs of his fingers along the inside of my thigh, making me shiver. “This next part is for me.”

I lean back, raising my arms up to grip the top of the chair. Blake grasps my thighs and pushes them up so my legs loop over the arms.

“I’ve been thinking about this ever since you left the bed this morning,” he says, looking at me with such need I spread wider for him. I feel seductive and desired, completely spread open to him. He licks his lips in something close to appreciation as he uses his thumbs to open me more. He slides his thumb over my opening up to my clit. I jerk at the sensation, arching my back.

His finger slides slowly back down my opening all the way to my ass, where he presses into me, making small circles at my entrance there. I tense, clutching the back of the chair, watching him smirk. No one has ever touched me there before. I’m shocked as ripples of pleasure move through my belly. He waits for my reaction as he presses his thumb against the tightness, his other hand rubbing the wetness from my center to my clit. I suck in a breath, waiting for more.

“Look at how pretty your tight pussy is.” He slides a finger through my slick folds, thrusting it into me roughly.

“Fuck,” I breathe out.

“So fucking wet.” His dark eyes drink me in, his lips slightly parted as he watches his finger pump in and out, slowand deep, the thumb on his other hand circling my ass. “Tell me what you want.”

Everything all at once.

I want his fingers inside me. Both holes filled up. His dick in my mouth. In my pussy. Rubbing between my breasts, fucking them like he fucked me. I want his dick between my ass cheeks. His hands all over me, everywhere.

I say nothing because I can barely speak. “All of it.”

He slides another finger inside me as he leans over me, clamping his mouth to mine, devouring every sound I make. He continues the motions until I can’t take it anymore.

“Blake, please,” I whimper.

“Please what?” he says against my lips. “Tell me.”

I move my hips in time with his fingers plunging deep into me. Pressure builds as his fingers curl upward, hitting a place in me I didn’t know I had. “I want your mouth on me.”

“Where?” He gives me a smirk. He’s going to make me say it. Make me beg.

“My pussy,” I breathe out, a pang of frustration in my tone.

“And what do you want me to do to your pussy?”

“Fuckinglick it,” I growl.

His eyes widen a little as he gets a satisfied grin. “Dirty girl.”

I feel crazed. I let go of the chair and weave my fingers into his hair. He leans down slowly, skimming his tongue over my clit in little feather movements. I buck forward, trying to get friction. Blake sucks my clit into his mouth, pressing his tongue hard against me. I cry out, gripping his hair tightly, holding his mouth to me even though it’s so intense I can barely breathe. He sucks, flickering his tongue against my clit, still pumping his fingers into me and pressing into my ass until I’m gasping, circling my hips, sliding myself over his face. It all comes crashing into me, and I scream his name as my release courses through me as wetness floods between my legs. Blake laps at me, but it’s too much. I let go of his hair, trying to shove him away.

“Fuck,” he moans, the vibration of the word against my sensitive body sending a shiver from my center up my spine. He sits up, wiping his chin, a smug expression on his face. “You’re so fucking hot.”

I release a breathy laugh and lay boneless, my legs hanging over the arms of the chair, trying to gather myself. Blake bolts up, pulling his jeans off. His huge dick springs up, and I savor the sight of him. He stands in front of me, stroking himself lazily, his muscular body backlit by the fire. I watch, absorbingevery detail, committing it to memory. The tattoo that snakes around his forearms, and his large hand holding himself. The carved muscles in his abs and chest. How his hair falls into his face. The dark stubble and penetrating eyes.

His gaze slides over me, moving from between my legs, to my breasts, to the hair falling over my shoulders. “You’re so beautiful it hurts.”

I sit up, sliding to the ground in front of him, taking his dick in my hand. He’s warm and smooth. The scent of cedar and smoke make me want to run my tongue all over him. I wanted to do this yesterday, but he was so hungry for me that he could barely contain himself. Now it’s my turn. I grip him at his base, leaning in to lick the head. I slide my tongue over the slit of his head and lap up the wet bead. The salty, clean taste of him makes me want more. I lick him again, sliding down the length of him.

A low moan drags out of him, and Blake fists my hair with both hands, pulling it tight. Need tangles up in my belly again. I want to hear him moan. I wet my lips, making sure my mouth is slick, and slide him into my mouth, taking him in as far as I can.

“Fuck,” Blake grits out as he hits my throat.

I gag a little and pull back, sucking his length, and dragging my tongue until he pops out of my mouth.

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