Page 9 of How To Fake A Fiancé

This man has officially ruined sex for me. Others will pale in comparison to him. And he hasn’t buried his dick inside me yet. What am I going to do when all of him is connected to all of me?

“Come for me, gorgeous,” he commands.

Doing as he says, as well as losing all control, my body bucks. Baring down, I scream. My hips jerk as I toss back my head. Even when I’m seconds away from coming undone, he takes me higher, circling my clit with his tongue and sliding his fingers in and out. A sweet release more powerful and more intense than the last washes over me. Every muscle in my body goes stiff, then slowly relaxes as I ride the intense wave down.

Ian looks up from my swollen pussy. “You look fucking gorgeous like this.”

I’m used to a hookup not saying a word. Used to a usually unsatisfying tangle between the sheets and being on my way. Used to sex never being as intimate as staring at a man who’s only goal is to satisfy me. I don’t know whether to feel uncomfortable or astonished. Ian…confuses me. What’s his game? And why am I letting myself go along with it? A man like him can’t exist out there in the world.

What if…there is no game?

What if his foreplay, edging, compliments, and dirty talk mean more than just a hookup? It certainly feels that way. If this goes on much longer, tonight might start to feel less like a one-night stand and more like something else entirely. I should be bothered about this more than I am. Exactly why I’m not, I don’t know.

Ian lets go of the lower half of my body and towers over me again. With each elbow supporting his body weight on both sides of my head, all he does is stare into me. His face is inches from mine as I caress his shoulders and back. I’m still in utter astonishment about what he just did. His eyes tell me I can trust him. That when I come down from this cloud, he’ll be there beside me.

If only that were a reality.

I can’t be sure if my libido is playing tricks on me or not, but I feel something growing between us. As though a thread of a connection has formed. And I’m not entirely sure whether to trust it. I know I should run. Run before I become completely addicted. But just the thought of leaving is unfathomable right now. The more that realization hits, the more it scares me. But that still doesn’t change what’s happening, and what will happen, between us now.

Ian

This feels right, perfect. And seeing the way she looks at me she knows it on some level, too.

Her juices hit my tongue like nothing I’ve ever tasted. A sweet and salty taste mixed with her feminine musk has become my own personal drug. If I have too much…Fuck it, there’s no such thing as too much of this woman because no matter how much I have of her it will never be enough. So much so, that something primal in me urges me to take her over the edge again and again, licking every last bit of her cream that she has to offer me. She is ecstasy herself.

Pulling my mouth from her sensitive core, I tower over her to where we’re eye-level with each other. I scan every inch of her. Her eyelashes flutter, struggling to stay open. She glows with a pink hue all over. Her berry nipples, something I make a mental note to defile, are taut. The air between us smells of sex.

The longer we stare into each other’s eyes, the more I see she’s searching for something. Better yet, asking if I have what she needs. Protection? Trust? Whatever it is, I want to assure her I can provide it. That I won’t let her fall into the depths of these flames we’re creating.

This is too intimate, too personal, too perfect for it all to just be a hookup. How can I go on from this and be with other women? And I’m not just talking about the sex. I can’t shake this feeling. This woman is not like the others. Everything in my body screams at me to not let her go.

Could she be the one?

I’m starting to want to believe that’s true. How badly I want to claim her as mine right here and now. She’s managed to turn into such a fascinating enigma that I’m dying to unravel layer by layer.

Given her screams and cries of pleasure, I don’t think anyone has properly satisfied this woman. Is that why she first took control? Does she not trust me? That would be valid since we just met. At least with sex. Could she be like this with other guys? If so, why?

A smart man would steer clear. Would not ask questions. Would just see her as a hookup. But I don’t think I’m capable of that.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I breathe.

With her hair splayed across the pillow and her legs spread for me to nestle in between, she looks like a siren.

My siren.

Soon, the silent conversation between us is broken by her soft-spoken voice as she bites her lip. “I want more.”

My ever-hardening cock brings me back to reality. I swear, my dick will fall off if I don’t get inside this woman right now.

Moving out from between her legs, I quickly search for my jeans and fish out the condoms I had in my back pocket. I place all but one down on the bed beside us and tear one open, sliding the latex down my shaft. She spreads her legs wider for me. Her pussy flashes a bright berry color, secreting more juices that make my mouth water. Her clit is engorged.

I climb back onto the bed, rest on my knees between her legs, and lean over her. Our lips touch in a light kiss as I take her face in my hands. I know this isn’t her first rodeo with sex, but I still want to be gentle considering how small and narrow her entrance is. While it’ll be bliss being inside, getting in will be the tricky part.

“This may hurt a little, so try to relax,” I tell her.

She nods as I align my crest to her heated entrance.

Taking in a deep breath, I slowly begin to inch in. She gasps. Damn, she’s so tight. I struggle to breathe as sweat forms on my brow.

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