Page 5 of How To Fake A Fiancé

She breaks away from the passionate kiss, clinging onto my bottom lip with her teeth. She lightly tugs on it before letting go and giving me a sultry look.

Fuck, that’s hot.

In that moment, my self-control goes out the window.

“I need to have you. Now,” I breathe. From her now disheveled hair down to the hard-peaked nipples greeting me from under her dress, I can’t think of anything else.

“Oh, yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah,”

Catching me by surprise, she shoves her hand down my pants, gripping my cock. Her touch is like heaven as she strokes me slowly up and down my long shaft. If the grip of her hand feels this good, I’m in for one hell of a night.

“Fuck,” I moan.

Steadily, she picks up speed. I’m not even inside her yet, and already she’s making me go crazy. In a matter of seconds, this woman has managed to wrap me around her finger.

“What are you going to do about it?” she challenges.

She glides her hand slowly up to my crest, and then all the way down my shaft again. I let out a sharp hiss of pleasure. My balls tighten.

Her hand feels so good, I’m tempted to let out this orgasm that’s slowly consuming me. But I want to do a lot more to her before then.

Finding the will to pull her hand from my dick, I let out a small hiss at the loss of contact and push her against the adjacent wall, pinning her arms to her sides in one fell swoop. “I’ll think of something.”

She seems to be caught by surprise, before her face slips back into a smirk. “You were close. Why did you stop me?”

“I want to pleasure you first.” I kiss up and down her neck.

“You do?” Her tone seems as though she doesn’t believe me.

“Damn right. I’m going to fuck you so hard, baby.” I claim her lips again, scooping up her legs. Instantly, she wraps them around my hips as I press her against the wall for support.

We both gasp when her hot entrance makes contact with my erection. She lets out a moan as she begs me to go harder.

No woman has ever made me feel this way. Insatiable. Animalistic. Euphoric.

Dammit, can this elevator go any slower?

Kami

My arms are pinned above my head. Ian presses his body against mine. He stares at me with those hazel eyes in a way I’ve never been looked at before. Never felt before. As though he were bound and determined to have me.

His scent is masculine and heady. My senses are completely consumed by him.

His kisses feel hot against my skin and lips. I melt into his demanding heat, clinging onto his shoulders as I close my eyes and enjoy the pleasure.

As good as this is, I can’t lie to myself about how this will probably play out. Sure, he caught me by surprise taking control and pinning me against this wall, but that doesn’t change the fact that I know how guys function. They talk a big game until they let their dicks do the thinking for them. That’s when the night ends up with me not even close to orgasm, him fast asleep, and me halfway out the door.

Another thrust of his hips brings me out of my mind. I let out another moan, wrapping my legs tighter around his hips. His dick against me ignites nerves I thought I’d never feel come to life.

I admit; he’s better than most I’ve had. So far at least.

As he thrusts, his pelvis lightly scrapes against my clit, sending electricity all over my body.

The thought of him on me has me heating up more. The more he touches me, the more impatient I get. I know I should take back control before it’s too late, but I can’t help but want to let this play out. Maybe he has more to offer than just this moment in the elevator.

Something about this man makes me go wild.

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