Page 60 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
“Wrong,” I say with a chuckle, cupping her round, full breasts with both hands. “The right clothes can make women more seductive.”
She rolls her eyes. “I know. I know. They make men want to see what lie beneath.”
“Exactly,” I say. “Smart girl. Now strip for me.”
Her eyes turn dark right away and she slowly reaches to the back to unclasp her bra.
My cock swells to its full mast, and I swoop down like a hungry animal to take one of the dusty peaks into my mouth. I suck it with greed while fingering the other one. Mine. This soft, delicious woman is mine.
My hardness fits into her wet slit naturally, bathing in her generous, feminine moisture. Vivian thrusts her hips to grind on me, spreading her wetness all over my shaft, my balls, and my thighs.
Holy Moses. This must be what Goddess of Fertility, whoever she is, feels like.
“Come inside of me, please,” Vivian whispers in a husky voice. “I need you!”
I sit up unwillingly. “Just a minute, baby. I have to put on a condom.”
I reach my nightstand, fish out a foil packet, open it, and roll the rubber ring down at lightning-fast speed. When I straddle my little goddess, she’s rolling her nipple in her fingers impatiently.
Fuck me. I spread her legs wide, glide my length between her glistening lips, before positioning the tip of it at the entrance to paradise.
“Ready?” I croak.
She nods a yes, and I push my hardness into her.
Her expression is that of euphoric, and it’s worth all my kingdom. I would do anything within my power, just to see that every day. And I would kill to make sure no one else sees it.
“Baby!” I murmur as I feel her gripping walls like a vise, pulling me in until I feel the barrier.
I doubted whether it had been taken over the past days and regretted not claiming it when I last had the chance. Thus I thank God for my luck. “It’s gonna hurt just a bit, baby,” I hold her hand. “And I promise it’ll be worth it.”
And then I deliver my promise. She lets out a tiny whimper, cringing a bit, and then smiles. “It’s wonderful, Alex! Oh. All the aching is gone. It’s like a painkiller.”
I chuckle. I love her humor. I’ve been called a magic stick, a champion cock, a wonder wand, a painkiller is a first.
“Have you ached for me a lot?” I ask.
“Yes,” she says. “Ever since our, err, fake engagement.”
“What have you done to ease the pain, besides touching yourself?” I croak.
“I use a dildo.”
Damn. I want to burn that thing. “You don’t need it anymore, sweetheart. I’m here for you, anytime you want.”
She moans. “Good because I forgot to pack it.”
Thank God.
I thrust with abandon, making sure I hit her sweet spot again and again. Vivian is vocal for a young woman. “Oh God,” she cries. “I like sex, Alex!”
I work harder, plunging in deep and fast and making circles once in a while just to impress her. Knowing her other places want to be touched, I kiss her and caress her at the same time. I watch her face to make sure I do the right thing. When she frowns, I pause, and when she smiles, I repeat what I do. Fucking her is not just for my own pleasure but to make her happy. Hell. I’ve never been so eager to please a woman before. I’ve treated my partners well but never had the wish to be anyone’s slave until now.
“Ohmygod, Ohmygod,” she mumbles between rapid breathing. “It’s so good, Alex. I don’t want to come, but it’s happening.”
She hasn’t finished her sentence when her breath catches, and she tenses. I feel a splash of warm stream rush out of her tight channel, and I lose my hold at the same time. My dick vibrates as powerful waves explode within me.
A moment later, I cradle Vivian in my arms, watching her peacefully asleep, with a blissful smile on her face. I’m pleased to be the reason she’s happy and satisfied. I want to give it to her every night for the next month.
