Page 95 of The Enemy of My Enemy Is… My Fake Boyfriend?

But by some miracle, she did care. And somehow, we'd managed to rescue each other.

"It's been a while," she finally murmured, shifting her body weight.

Ah, there was my answer. And thank fuck, it really had nothing to do with me. Just her past. And the goddamn asshole I didn't want to think about right now.

"Baby, you can be yourself with me. Do anything you want. Or don't want to do," I added.

She leaned forward, planting a big kiss on me. "I love you, Ethan."

Oh, God. Hearing those words from her mouth made my chest swell with happiness, a happiness I'd never in my life felt before, something I honestly didn't even think existed. I swallowed past the emotion, doing my best to say it back, because not only did she deserve to hear it back, but I meant it with everything inside me.

"I love you too."

And that seemed to do it for her. She started to move, letting herself relax against me, her legs on either side of me, our bodies finally connecting.

I saw stars when she began to grind on me, her slick heat on my cock, rubbing herself back and forth, teasing the life out of me, making me so damn hot for her. It was impossible to get any harder, but I somehow did.

Maybe those were real stars. Did it matter though when Aria was grabbing the base of my cock, stroking me into oblivion?

I let my head fall back against the tree trunk, my eyes drinking in every bit of Aria I could manage, my hands still on her shoulders, letting her take charge, doing this exactly how she wanted to, at whatever pace. Even though I was dying a little. Dying to be inside her, dying to come already.

She stopped stroking me, instead lifting her hips up, lining up my cock to her soaked entrance, and slowly sinking down on me. I had to remind myself to breathe, to swallow, to even exist.Because this was pure heaven. Perfection like I'd never known. Made all the sweeter that it was Aria fucking Stratton, a woman I'd admired from afar for so damn long.

The lusty sound that came out of her nearly did me in. But that was nothing compared to when she actually sat fully on me, taking all of me inside her tight pussy. My fucking God. This woman was made for me, and hopefully, the feeling was mutual.

"How's that feel?" I ventured to ask.

"Ung."

Ung? What the hell did that mean?

"Can't. Talk." Her words came out in gasps.

I couldn't help grinning. But my smile quickly faded as she began to rock her hips, ever so slightly at first, the sensations like a jolt of pure pleasure up and down my dick.

Oh, God. I needed to make this last. I'd already held on for dear life the last time, Aria's orgasm squeezing the life out of me, but I knew I couldn't do it again.

I tried counting, thinking of gross things, sad things, sports, seeing if I could remember the last ten super bowl winners. But it was all useless in the face of what Aria was doing to me.

She moved her hips faster, doing a grinding thing that sent my eyes to the back of my head. Her hands landed on mine, which were probably digging into her shoulders at this point, and she lifted them, bringing them straight to her breasts.

Fuck me.

Aria taking charge like this was hotter than hell. And her tits were stunning, not to mention the demand that I play with them, which I did, weighing them in my hands, kneading, massaging, exploring every inch, those perfect nipples tightening with arousal and the coolness of a breeze.

When she leaned forward, I caught her mouth with mine, our tongues tangling with passion, both of us trying to find our breath. One hand on her breasts, with my other I graspedthe side of her hip, helping her rocking motion, although this woman clearly didn't need any help.

She was on fire. An erotic dream. A fucking goddess come to life. And I was the luckiest man on earth.

Her hands were on my chest, her nails digging into me, the slight pain only adding to my pleasure. I couldn't see her very well, but what I did see surpassed the many fantasies I'd had during my jerk-off-with-Aria's-panties sessions.

Hair flowing down her back, breasts bouncing, head thrown back, hips and pussy gripping me like a fucking champion. She waseverything.

And now, I really couldn't hold out much longer. So I moved my hand from her hip to her waist to where we were joined, my thumb finding her clit, her loud moan telling me that was exactly the right spot and the right move.

Her movements sped up, the sound of our heavy breathing filling the air, chasing that high, while I hoped like hell Aria would hit that second crescendo soon and prove me right. I plucked at her nipple with one hand, stroking her clit senseless with the other.

"You're so fucking hot, baby," I managed to say. "I'm gonna explode inside you."

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