Page 10 of How To Fake A Fiancé

I get to a third of the way in when I pause for her to adjust. Her walls clench all around me. Her nails dig into my back, making the mixture of pain and pleasure feel so good.

“Fuck.” I let out a groan as I keep inching in.

Despite my struggle, I don’t tear my gaze from her face. I watch every gasp, moan, sharp intake of breath, and shocked Oexpression that flashes across her face. The whole time, her stare remains on me, too. Our stares lock on each other. Neither of us seems to want to look away from the other. She was already beautiful when I met her. But now? She is the most stunning angel I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, god,” she moans loudly, panting as she grips even harder. She closes her eyes, laying her head back.

I continue working my way inside her. I use every ounce of strength I have not to let myself go in her just yet. To stay put and let her adjust to me.

Agonizing seconds tick by like hours. My cock feels as if it’s on fire.

“Are you okay?” I eventually manage to exhale the question.

She hesitates. “Y-yes.”

“Good.” Clenching my jaw, I ease slightly back, then plunge all the way to the hilt. Air rushes from my lungs as she lets out a hoarse moan. Her pussy grips all around me into an even tighter hug. I can barely think straight, yet the pleasure feels too good to stop.

I pull halfway out, then plunge in her at once again. She lets out another loud moan, gripping me tighter to her, pulling me farther inside.

I wrap my arms around her small waist, holding her upward and facing me as I pummel even deeper into her channel. New sensations hit me like a truck while my pelvis brushes against her clit with each thrust.

I drive deeper into her, hitting a spot that has her moans turn more wilder, louder, and more constant.

“Faster. Yes. Oh, god,” she breathes. This woman has me barely able to hold onto my self-control.

No, not yet. Hold on. Don’t come yet.

Lowering her back onto the bed, I drive into her harder and deeper. The sound of our bodies slapping together matches perfectly with every moan and rough breath between us. I’m at my wits’ end as the inevitable orgasm starts to consume me like a wildfire.

All I can think about, if at all, is having her be mine. Going into tonight, I expected to get a good lay. Nothing special, but just enough to be satisfied. But this is a woman I can’t bring myself to imagine letting go. A woman that has made me feel things I never thought existed.

I watch her mouth starting to form that sweet O shape I know all too well. She’s close. And this orgasm that’s quickly consuming us both will be our undoing.

“Ian,” she screams out. The sound of my name from her lips is bliss all on its own.

Suddenly, an image of her round with my babies and a ring on her finger forms in my mind. The possibility of her being the one begins to grow.

Who’s to say she feels the same?

I can feel through the connection forming between us that she does.

It isn’t long before I feel her come undone in a loud scream of ecstasy. Her juices coat my dick.

Giving one last hard thrust, I release inside her with a loud groan. Long moments pass as we slowly climb down from the hot release together.

She sends me a smile. Happy. Sated. Complete.

I rest my head on her chest as she wraps her arms and legs around me, keeping me inside her.

“Wow,” she breathes. “Just…wow.”

I chuckle, still trying to catch my breath. “You too.”

Eventually, I ease out of her and walk into the bathroom, then dispose of the condom. When I come back, she’s splayed across the bed. Legs spread. She glows under the moonlight slanting into the room from the balcony window.

This feels too good to just walk away from. No one I’ve been with has given me such spine-melting pleasure as she has. It can’t just be a coincidence.

I lay back in bed beside her. I’m the big spoon to her little spoon. Her skin is so soft and smells so sweet.

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