Page 73 of Never Fake Date the Financier
By the time I let her go, most of the auditorium is empty.
“Adrian,” Ella gusts out, her chest heaving. “What was that?”
“A kiss.” I brush her flushed cheeks with the back of my fingers. “A long-awaited kiss.”
She wants to be mad. She wants to chastise me for kissing her so publicly. But she’s too flustered to care.
“Why don’t we go backstage?” I rasp, nodding over her shoulder. “There’s a dark alcove over there. We could…” I slide my hands down her sides, slipping one behind her and grabbing a handful of her perfect ass as she yelps.
“No! You need to—oh…” I kiss her neck again, cupping her ass with one hand as I massage her breast with the other. “Oh…”
“No one will even know we’re gone.”
“I’m supposed tospeak. Everyone will know…”
I slide my hand lower, cupping her between her thighs and feeling warmth. Wetness.Throbbing.“I need this as much as you do, sweet girl.”
“Adrian,” Ella moans as she begins to relent, her breathing becoming shallow. “Five more minutes. Then we really do have to rejoin everyone.”
“All I need is one.”
Ella laughs. “No. I’m taking thefullfive minutes and—Adrian!”
I scoop her off the ground, bounding down the row and toward the stairs that lead to the stage.
“Not wasting any more time.”
I slip behind the curtains, waving around backstage until I find the alcove I made a mental note of during the tour earlier today.
“Been thinking about this hot little pussy all day,” I rasp, kneeling as I pull up her dress, Ella’s back against the wall. “Do you want me to kiss you here?”
I brush her wet slit, stroking it, soaking my finger in her arousal.
“Yes,” she begs. “Please. Kiss me there. Lick me. Fuck me with your?—”
I waste no time, burying my face between my girl’s thighs. Spreading her slick folds with my tongue, savoring her honey. This is where my mouth belongs. This is where my mouth thrives. Fucking lives. In and out. Up and down. My tongue’s sliding all over her as she moans, fingers thrusting into my hair, urging me on. Begging for more.
No need to beg.
I could do this all night.
For the rest of my fucking life.
And there’s no doubt I will. I’ll never get enough of my girl. Never get enough of our life together. And with a baby on the way, we’re writing a new chapter.
“Adrian,” Ella screams as her body convulses, nails digging into my skull. But I don’t stop. I won’t stop until she begs.
“Fuck me,” she moans.
Or that.
That’ll do it.
“You need this cock, baby?” I rise to my feet, gripping my erection.
“Yes,” she moans, stroking me through my pants. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Turn around. Hands on the wall.”
