Page 156 of The Faking Game

I nod quickly, needily. He’s the most frustrating man I’ve ever met. I hate that he can make me feel this way, and I think I might cry with gratitude that he can. I’ve never felt this way before. Neverwantedthis way before.

It’s the most addicting thing I’ve ever experienced.

“I feel like all you and I have ever done is pretend.” I slide my hand into his hair and breathe hard as he kisses his way down my body. “In front of others. With each other. Now we have to pretend in front of the guys that we’re not… that this isn’t… that the lessons aren’t happening. Maybe that’s why I teased you today. I couldn’t pretend well enough.”

West pauses, lips on my sternum. “You don’t pretend with me.” His voice is hoarse. “That’s the one thing you don’t do, trouble. You’re real with me when we’re alone.”

My hand grasps for purchase against the sheet. I find none. “That was hard, in the beginning. Now… I think it’s too easy.”

“Fuck. Do you know what hearing that does to me?” He grips the edges of my panties, and there’s no hesitation as he pulls them down my legs. “Touch yourself while I get the vibrator. Can you do that for me?”

I nod and reach down to find the soft skin between my legs. Embarrassment wars with the primal, almost painful need inside me. “Yes.”

“Good girl.”

“It’s in my bag. Beneath the… sketchbook.”

He returns with the purple silk bag and sets it beside me on the bed. My hand stills, and he makes a soft, tsking sound. “Keep going,” he orders and pulls out the curved black vibrator. “That’s it.”

“I didn’t pack lube.”

“We don’t need it,” he says. “You get beautifully wet on your own.” He sits on his knees by the edge of the bed. I can see his face between my thighs, above my bare pussy and my moving hand.

“From here on out, before we leave the house, I’ll have to pull up your dress and make sure you’re not bare under there.”

My chest feels hot, my breath coming fast. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this feeling. Of slowly, comfortably losing control around him, because I know he’s there to catch me.

“Or what?”

“Or you’ll get punished.” He bends down and presses hot kisses to my thighs, to my hipbone, to my clit.

I was hot earlier.

Now I feel like I’m starting to smolder, a low fire simmering deep in my stomach. I lift my left leg and brace the foot against his shoulder.

“This doesn’t feel like punishment.” My voice doesn’t sound like it belongs to me. Low, and lazy, and confident.

His mouth closes around my clit, his tongue flicking back and forth, and a gasp escapes me. That’s when I feel the thickness of his finger sliding inside me.

“This isn’t punishment.” His voice is hoarse. “But next time there will be. Would you like that, trouble? I’ve praised you. I’ve taught you. I can punish you, too.”

“Yes.” My breath is coming fast.

It’s still such a different sensation, his thick finger moving inside me. We both watch as he slowly adds a second to the first. “You’re tight,” he mutters. “We’ll go slow.”

“I’m not fragile.”

“I know you’re not.” He bends back down and presses another kiss to my clit. Between his tongue and his slowly working fingers, he gets both inside me and starts a slow, pumping tempo.

My hips rise up to meet the movement.

He chuckles around my clit, and I nearly come right then and there. He lifts his lips and keeps pumping his fingers. “Are you jealous?she asks.” There’s a low groan in the back of his throat. “You know I want to fuck you. That’s never been the problem. You’re so good and so sweet. I’d give my right arm to feel you come around my cock. To tell you just how good you take me.”

My feet curl over the edge of the bed, my knees bent and spread for him. “Please.”

He pulls his fingers out of me.

I lift up on my elbows. “What are you doing?”

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