Page 94 of Flame
I smile mischievously. He returns it.
“Now ride me, baby.”
I straddle him and place the head of his cock at my opening. I hold his gaze as I slide onto him slowly, feeling every inch of the smooth, hard rod filling me.
“God, that feels good,” I say, taking a moment to absorb the burst of pleasure flooding me.
“You have no fucking idea.”
I laugh, disbelief at being at this moment—at being in this life—walloping me. It’s crazy and unbelievable. But it’s real.And I’m going to enjoy it.
“I’m warning you that I’m ready to blow,” he says, holding my tits as I start to move. “It’s not going to take much.”
“Let me watch you come.”
His gaze bores into mine as I ride him. I take him deep, swirling my hips and lifting and lowering. He swells, and his body tenses. The veins in his neck pop.
I’m teetering on the edge of another orgasm. I fight the angle I want, avoiding the spot that will throw me into another fit of bliss so I can go off with him.
“I belong to you,” I say, finding a rhythm he likes. “This pussy is yours.”
He meets me stroke for stroke. “You’re damn right it is.” His body shakes. “That’s it. Right …there. I’m coming.”
I rock harder against him.
His Adam’s apple bobs. His eyes roll back. He moans my name, sending the word through the room in the most seductive moment of my entire life.
I fall apart around him as his seed spills inside me.
Before I know it, I’m a heap on his chest. Our breathing matches as we fight to regain control of our senses. His arms wrap around me, holding me tight against him.
I wait for the regret—the moment I realize I just let Foxx come in me and what a big mistake it was. But the regret doesn’t appear.
I don’t know what that means or if it’ll happen later. I just know I’ve never felt this blissful…and I’m in no hurry to end it.
“You’re amazing,” he says, chuckling. “It’s a good thing I didn’t know what this was like, or else I would’ve taken a chance on Jason hating me a whole lot sooner.”
I laugh, pressing a kiss to his sternum. “You’re lucky I didn’t know what it was like, or else I might’ve offered you a bonus to service me.”
His amusement grows as he stretches and yawns.
“Let’s get cleaned up and get some sleep,” he says.
I groan. “I don’t want to get up.”
“I know, but you have to.” He kisses my forehead. “If you get up and go to the bathroom, I’ll have the rest of the cake from dinner waiting for you when you get back.”
“Will you feed me?”
He sits up, causing me to sit up, too.
He takes my chin in his hand, his eyes shining, and kisses my lips. “I will do whatever you want me to. Remember that.”
My heart expands as I grin at him.
Foxx Carmichael is the best man I’ve ever known. Sexy. Kind. Loyal. Selfless. Funny.Mine.
But if I’m not careful, this fake marriage might not feel fake for very long.
