Page 63 of Fake Fiancée for Dad's Best Friend
I blush. I don’t believe a word he says about public opinions because he doesn’t give a shit to them. But something about him being so possessive pleases me.
“Come on,” he grabs my wrist and pulls me onto the dance floor. “Time for the last dance.”
He holds me so close to him I can feel his forceful heartbeat, and he kisses me with so much passion I moan. I’m sure we’re giving the guests a preview of our wedding night, but I don’t care so much.
After saying goodbye to the guests, Alex practically carries me into the elevator and not letting go of me until we reach the bridal suite that the hotel offers free of charge with the wedding package.
I haven’t had the time to admire the luxurious interior of the suite, including the beautiful bouquet on the oval coffee table and the dozens of intriguing lights hanging on the ceiling, when Alex walks us into the bedroom.
His eyes are burning me once again with those scorching rays. He rubs the heels of his palms on my bare shoulders and then bends down to kiss them, prickling my skin with his scruff. “God, Vivian. This dress drives me crazy. You picked this gown because you knew your shoulders turned me on, right?” he whispers into my ear.
I tremble at his gruff voice. “Jeez, Alex. Is that a fetish?” I tease him.
“Maybe,” he says, playing with the straps of the gown. “All I wanted to do all night is to push those straps off you.”
Oh, God. The straps aren’t thin, but the cowl neck drops pretty low, baring a fair amount of cleavage.
“Then do it already,” I say in a croaky voice. My panties feel damp, and I ache for him.
He groans and then surprises me with his answer. “No hurry, sweetheart,” he rasps. “We’ve got a whole night to play.”
To play? Oh no. I don’t want any foreplay. I want him. In the last month, he’s never made me wait long. What’s gotten into him?
I must be pouting because he kisses my lips. “It’s our wedding night, real or not. I want to make it memorable for you.”
His consideration touches me so I don’t insist. “Okay.”
And then I watch him sliding his hand up to the swell of my breast and feel me over the fabrics of the bridal gown, slowly and deliberately. With each stroke, my feminine parts scream with pleasure and desire. I breathe hard, and my legs wobble.
Alex supports me with one hand on my back. But soon, his hand slips down to knead my buttock. The smooth, silky fabric feels good on my skin. He plays with my mounds for a moment longer and then without warning, pushes the straps off my shoulders.
The gown with a built-in bra slides off to my waist just like that, baring my upper body to him. His blue eyes turn dreamy and dark. “Fuck me,” he mutters and, without hesitation, closes his warm lips on my nipple.
I cry out in an instant. Even though all he’s done is sucking lightly, the pleasure is immense. My entire body tingles, and my center is flooded with desire. He moves on to my other breast while playing with the one he’s tasted with his fingers, gently massaging my swollen wet point with his fingertips.
“Oh my God,” I whimper as I look down and watch him pampering me with such diligence. My pussy clenches. “I’m gonna come, Alex.”
“Already?” he looks amused.
“Yes,” I say. “You feel too good.”
He stops what he’s doing as if to tease me. “Not yet, baby. I want you to come hard for me tonight.”
I don’t have the time to protest because he completely rips the bridal gown off my body and tosses it onto the ground.
His eyes are stormy as they travel over me from head to toe. “You’re so beautiful, Vivian!” he says as he kneels in front of me. “I think I have a fetish for your entire body, baby.”
He caresses me, starting from my feet to my ankles, my legs, and my thighs. And then, his eyes locked on mine, he buries his face in my juncture and sniffs deeply. “You smell like heaven!” he says before peeling off my panties and licks the juice that’s coating my center.
I grasp his hair. “Please, Alex. Come inside me!”
I want to lie down and spread my legs for him, but he doesn’t let me. He continues to tease me by touching my hips and my butt cheeks and licking the adjacent of my pussy. I’m burning with desire. I want to scream, but at the same time, I love being tortured by the pleasure.
“Now, get in bed, on all fours,” he demands suddenly.
I don’t need to be asked twice. I climb onto the bed right away, in the said position.
“Christ, you’re perfect from head to toe and front to back,” he says as he swats my ass first and then kisses it. “I’ll never tire of you, baby.”
