Page 8 of How To Fake A Fiancé

I stare at him in utter confusion. If not an immediate orgasm, what else could this man possibly want?

I quickly realize the answer to my question when he lowers a hand to my core, separates my folds, and presses a digit against my engorged clit. This time, the feeling is more intense as I moan from the rush of pleasure.

My mind wants to fight this, but my body betrays me when he inserts one of his long, thick digits inside me. He curls his fingers. The pleasure from both the front and back of my clit is overwhelming. Yep, he definitely beats my vibrator because in an instant I’m reaching climax.

I grab tightly onto the sheet and close my eyes, as I gasp through this monster of an orgasm I feel coming.

“Look at me,” he says, his voice rough.

I do as he commands.

The moment my eyes meet with his hazel ones, everything I feel goes into overdrive. I can’t look away. This orgasm that’s coming snowballs into something bigger than I’ve ever had. Bigger than I think I can handle.

I feel helpless, having no choice but to plead to him with my eyes as I steadily come undone. As though he were my lifeline between sanity and insanity.

I writhe under his touch as the orgasm I can’t hold anymore washes over me like a tidal wave. I let out a scream so loud, it leaves my voice hoarse. My back arches toward his fingers.

“Good girl.” His praising of me should bother me, yet this compliment has me pooling more of my essence onto his fingers.

I stare up at him in awe. How did he do that?

Why fight it if he makes you feel so good?

I try to sit up, ready to return the favor, when he gently pushes me down onto my back.

“Not yet, precious. I want to taste you next.”

A shiver of excitement rolls down my spine like a cool breeze. Is he for real? I’ve never had a hookup want to go down on me before.

After kissing my lips again, he makes a trail down my neck, to my collarbone, past my breasts, and finally to my pussy. He stares in awe as if it were a work of art. I don’t know whether to feel flattered or uncertain. Come to think of it, no one has looked at me or has worshipped my body in this way before.

Where the fuck has this guy been all this time?

Grabbing my hips, he slides me closer to his mouth. “I’ve decided tonight is about you. So let me devour you.”

Holy shit.

I feel my heart skip a beat. “W-wait.” I don’t get to finish that sentence because then he trails his tongue up my inner thigh, cutting off the connection between my brain and body.

Instead of trying to find ways to take back control, I’m searching for any way to get him closer to where I really want him—and his tongue.

He parts my folds, swiping his tongue through my slit. I let out moans that grow louder and louder as I move my hips closer to his mouth. It all feels so good, and watching him devour me turns me on even more.

Most guys think when orally pleasuring a woman, that it’s like digging their way to China. No focus on the bundle of nerves that gets a woman to orgasm, and zero clue about the female anatomy in general. Sure, there are the occasional novices who know what a clit is or does, or have some recollection on where it is, but still struggle with actually getting me to that sweet release. But not Ian. He has, without a doubt, one of the most talented tongues I’ve ever experienced.

“Oh, god, please, you’re right there,” I tell him as the pleasure slowly begins to build. Something about watching this man’s head buried between my legs is incredibly sexy.

I try to find some semblance of strength against his wicked tongue that’s taking me into orgasm number two. Damn, he’s good. Too good. What the fuck is wrong with me?

Just then, he slides two digits inside me and starts to suck on my clit. I inhale a sharp breath at the feel of his mouth and fingers. He’s relentless with my sensitive nub. I writhe even more under him as I tense and arch to his burning touch.

Is he looking to pleasure or torture me? I don’t know, most likely both. I tug on his hair, anything to get me closer to him and this even stronger orgasm. At any moment, I’ll be coming and the only person who’s there to catch me when I fall is him. Something about that realization is comforting.

He’s already blown my mind. No doubt his next mission is to fuck my brains out.

“Yes. Yes. Yes. Oh, my god. Don’t stop,” I call out in large gasps that quickly turn into cries of pleasure.

To compare Ian to a human vibrator would be the understatement of the century. Insulting, even. What was I even thinking just a few moments ago? I’ve never realized pleasure like this could exist until tonight. More earth shattering. More addicting.

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