Page 7 of How To Fake A Fiancé

“I know what you need, baby. But all in good time,” he whispers in my ear.

He increases his speed. Not by much, but just enough to feel this Mount Everest of an orgasm in the distant future.

I whimper as I look into his eyes. “Please, please.”

Climax is right there. Just a little faster and I could get there.

I close my eyes in concentration when he pulls his hand away. I inhale a sharp breath from the loss of contact.

“What—” I start to protest, opening my eyes immediately. He captures my lips again.

What’s with the edging? No. Don’t take my release away from me.

I wrap a leg around his and use my hips to flip us over. He looks surprised. Good.

Giving him a smirk, I stand back up from his lap. “My turn.”

I kick my heels off my feet and then let my dress cascade down my body. All that’s left on me is my black bra and thong.

Ian’s eyes scan me from head to toe. I feel my heart pounding in my ears. Why am I so nervous?

Before I can investigate further, Ian pulls his shirt over his body and throws it across the room.

Focus on the task at hand. Right.

I push him flat on the mattress. My gaze goes straight to his strong chest, delicious, rigid abs, and then finally back to the bulge inside his underwear. Grabbing both sides, I pull down his boxer briefs, letting his erection spring free.

I gape at the sight of his massive cock. What I imagined when I grabbed him in the elevator is nothing compared to what’s staring me in the face.

His long length stands at full mast. His fat purple crest makes my mouth water. The veins all around his shaft are stiff and prominent against his tanned skin. Suddenly, the need to lick him like a lollipop becomes urgent, which is something I never do.

The muscles on muscles I saw in his photos pale in comparison to how they look up close and personal. My mouth waters. All for me!

He smirks at my look of awe. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

Touché.

A challenge? Bring it on.

After unclasping my bra and stripping off my underwear, I let the garments fall at my feet. The air is cold against my skin, making my nipples stand at attention.

“You like whatyousee?” I retort as I watch him stare, seemingly stunned. But the longer he gawks at my naked body, the harder it gets to stand still. I thought getting fully naked in front of him would help me take back control. Instead, just the opposite has happened. I feel vulnerable, uncertain, and exposed. This is something I’m not used to.

I feel bare, inside and out. As though every mask I have up has been stripped away and utterly destroyed and all that’s left for him to see is…me.

Shoving aside those thoughts and overwhelming emotions, I climb back onto the bed and straddle him.

With no barrier between us, his cock rests close to my entrance as I slide my hips up and down his shaft. I feel my wetness covering his thick length. The sensation hits me seemingly just as hard as it does him. We both gasp from the contact. Oh, god.

What will he feel like inside me?

When it comes to sex, I prefer being in the driver’s seat. Not because I want to, but because I have more say in how long a hookup will last and how far a guy can go with me. I also can better dictate where he kisses, touches, and how long he fucks me, all while we both get what we want.

I continue my pace when he suddenly flips us back over. I’m flat on my back again as his hands cling to the sheets on both sides of my head. My legs are draped over his strong thighs and every part of my body is open for him to see, explore, and have as he wishes.

I’m terrified. The butterflies in my belly are out of control. What is he doing to me? I can’t seem to guess what he’s going to do next.

Maybe you’re not supposed to.

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