Page 72 of How To Fake A Fiancé

“You still okay, darlin’?” I ask as I kiss up and down her neck.

“Yes,” she breathes between moans, wrapping her arms around my biceps. “But I need more. I need you. Now.”

No more waiting.

I capture her lips with mine, and our tongues dance together again as I take my cock in hand and fit it against her small opening. Now. This is happening now.

My entire body buzzes with need as I plunge inside her hard and fast. I hold back a groan as her sex immediately clamps all around me. She gasps in my mouth.

Fuck, she’s tight. I feel every ridge of her sex around me. Her heat is so hot, this woman is going to burn me alive.

Condom. I’m not wearing a condom.

“Wait.” I whisper and stop moving. “I forgot a condom.”

I start to pull out from her snug opening when she holds me in place with her legs. “It’s okay. I’m on the Pill.”

Is she saying what I think she’s saying? “Are you sure?”

“Yes,” she whispers, thrusting her hips to meet my cock and pulling me back into her slick opening. “I need you. Please.”

I move my hips with hers. We breathe together. As though we’ve become one person.

I tumble inside until I’m balls deep. I want this. I want to fall into the flames with her. I want her.

Breaking from the kiss, I rest on my knees, dragging her closer by the hips, and thrust deeper inside her. I watch her as she watches me. Sweat forms on my brow while her eyelids grow heavier and she bites her lip.

The more I thrust into her, the harder it is to hold on. Kami’s sex clamps me tighter. She’s close. We both are.

“Ian,” she whispers.

“Hold on, baby. I want to come with you.” I thrust even harder, stroking her deeper and hitting that sweet spot inside her. Our bodies clap together with each thrust. Her hands clasp tightly against her mouth as she holds in her moans.

What’s going to happen once we both come undone? Will she open herself up to me or retreat? Is this real, or is she so desperate to feel good that she’ll use me? Please don’t let this mean nothing to her. It meant something then, and it certainly does now.

She needs to know how much I’m willing to do to make her happy. Make her feel whole.

“Come closer,” she breathes.

Letting go of her legs, I press my chest against hers. Our eyes lock as I maintain our rhythm. With each thrust, I hit her clit with my pelvis. Pressure builds between us as she curls her hands around my back. Her fingernails dig deep. Her walls tighten around my cock. The mixture of pain and pleasure sizzles over my body, creating an exhilarating rush.

“Oh, god, I’m going to…” she pants.

“Do it. I’ll be right there with you,” I manage to get out.

Giving one last thrust inside her, I crash my lips to hers, swallowing her moans and cries. Within seconds, I spill my seed, my energy, and my heart inside her, letting out a muffled groan.

We continue thrusting together, milking each other. I feel her juices coating me.

I pull out of her sweet pussy and lie beside her sated and gasping, staring at the ceiling and waiting for what happens next.

“You came inside me,” she states, seemingly stunned.

I pause. “Is that an issue?” I’m not really sorry, yet I don’t know what else to say.

She shakes her head. “I’ve never had sex without one.”

I look over at her. “You haven’t?”

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