Page 29 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
“I have,” she buries her face in her pillow as if to hide her embarrassment. “But I don’t have any preference in terms of size.”
“Well,” I say, my voice quivers a bit because, damn, her hand feels good on my cock even though she isn’t even moving and it isn’t a direct contact. God help me. Good thing it’s dark in the room. Otherwise, I might come just by the sight of it. “Sweetheart, you’d better take your hand off me. I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret later.”
“I thought you wanted to try my other services in my fake-date package,” she says in a husky voice that makes me even harder.
Her hand freezes for a moment, and then to my surprise, it slips under the waistband of my PJ. Fuck! I swear the moment her soft hand touches my cock.
Moving closer, she peels my pants down to my waist with one hand while holding me with the other. She smears the precum over my hardness and makes squishy sounds as she strokes the stalk up and down.
Holy hell. “Wow, this is included in the package?” I say in order to deflect my embarrassment. I still have trouble separating the sexy woman next to me from John’s daughter.
“It’s a free service,” she says in a cooing voice and with a smirk.
And then, she takes me between her lips.
“Christ,” I say, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “This too?”
She laughs with me stuffing her mouth. Letting me out, she says, “It costs extra. Do you still want it?”
I don’t know she’s serious or not, but I say, “Hell yes. I’ll pay whatever you charge. Go on, please!”
She does what I say, taking her time with me, altering paces and forces. One moment she sucks me hard and makes me want to burst, the next she licks me unhurriedly, driving me mad. Damn. She’s good. Has she done it a lot? The thought she has taken other men in her pretty mouth makes me jealous. Despite my effort to remain calm, I fail. I reach to grab her tit and cup it firm. She moans and sinks lower until I feel her soft throat. My cock throbs in her mouth, and I explode.
Chapter 12
Vivian
I swallow Alex’s manly essence and let his manhood slide out of my mouth. And then I kiss it before wiping it with Kleenex.
I lie back down and inhale deeply, my heart pounding excitedly. I don’t know what got into me. Perhaps it was the jealousy caused by Trisha, or it was the knowledge that we wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed or same room after tonight. I wanted him to remember our time together, not just a business transaction, but more.
I’ve only given a blowjob once before, when I was still in high school, with Dan, my only boyfriend. We only went as far as making out on couches or in his car, and it didn’t last long between us because I soon found out Dan was seeing another girl.
I cuddle against Alex, enjoying his hot breath on my neck and the sound of his forceful heartbeat. I glance at the room dimly illuminated by moonlight, wanting to remember this night so I can relish it in the future when I miss him. There’s little doubt I will miss him. Oh God. I’ve fallen for him already—silly me.
He strokes my hair and my back and pulls me closer to him. “What other add-ons do you offer?” he asks in a raspy voice.
I chuckle. God. I hate it we’re doing business instead of dating for real. “No more add-ons, mister,” I say playfully. “It’s time you pay back.”
He blinks for a second and smirks. “Tell me how you would like it done.”
I suck in a breath and smile like a child about to order a Christmas gift from Santa. “Touch me!”
He doesn’t have to be asked twice. Soon his hands are inside my pajama, feeling every inch of my back, my bottom, my thighs, and my arms. He brushes my breasts with the back of his fingers gently, making me coo, and then he rolls my hard points roughly to make me cry. Slowly, his hand travels down to my belly and reaches my juncture.
He lets out a sharp exhale when he discovers how wet I am. “Christ, Vivian. You flatter me so!”
I’m embarrassed by the squishy noises he makes. Now he knows what a slutty girl I’ve been for him. I’ve craved his touch ever since the moment I sat next to him in the jet! But from the way his eyes darken, I know he likes my responses. I focus on the movements of his fingers on me. I’ve been touched before by Dan, but it was more tickling than arousing. Alex’s fingers were magical. They play me as if I were an instrument. They strike my nerves and send a thrilling sensation down my core. “Oh God,” I beg between rapid breathing. “I need you inside me, Alex!”
He thrusts a finger into my channel right away, swirling it along my walls.
I let out whimpers after whimpers, intoxicated by the sensation. No one except myself has made it inside before. His finger slides in and out of me, and I writhe while gripping his arm. When he stops, I’m mad. “Keep going, please! Don’t stop!”
“But sweetheart. You’re a virgin!”
My heart sinks. “Yes, I am. Why does it matter?”
“I don’t want to pop your cherry. That’ll be too much.”
