Page 97 of Fake As Puck
His fingers slip inside of me, curling just right. My hips buck, my head falls back, and now I’m chasing his touch.
I match his rhythm, stroking him, feeling him pulse.
He shifts, hovering over me. His cock now brushes against me. His soft head, teasing the hell out of me.
I whimper, wrapping my legs around his hips and pulling him closer.
“West,” I beg.
He groans, his forehead against mine. But that’s all it takes because I feel the tip of him press against me.
He keeps his eyes locked on mine, and in the span of ever knowing him, I see now that it’s always been him. I’ve always been in love with him. I always imagined what this would feel like with him, and it’s better than I could have ever imagined.
He keeps his head in me, prolonging the moment as he kisses me. He teases me by pumping in and out.
I can’t take it anymore, so I grab his ass and press down.
“Liv,” he warns, and I smile.
“I need you,” I mutter, and he cuts me off by pushing all the way inside of me. He goes slow, inch by inch. I feel every bit of him. The stretch. The heat. The pulse.
I feel whole, complete. He’s fully inside of me, not moving an inch.
“You feel…” he says, trailing off. He breaks our eye contact to look down at us.
I grab onto his shoulders and look down with him. It’s hot as hell to see the connection. To see him inside of me.
I start to squirm because it feels so good. Too good.
He starts to move. Each thrust is deep, deliberate. A vow, unhurried and intense.
Our breath tangles, hot and uneven. His eyes hold mine.
“West,” I moan.
We move together, slow and deep. His hands grip my hips, guiding and teaching me. I feel him shudder inside of me. I don’t know how much longer he’ll be able to hold back.
And just as I suspected, he starts moving faster. Quicker. The pace of someone completely opposite of the man just two seconds ago. He’s chasing his pleasure and using me to find it. I keep my hips up, allowing him to thrust against me overand over. Each pound against my clit makes me moan. Every connection makes my head fall back.
Now he’s sucking on my nipples, and I’m riding his dick.
So.
Damn.
Good.
“I’m going to come,” he says, slowing down. “Unless you don’t want me to.”
I dance my hips to his. “Of course I want you too.”
“Look at you,” he says, leaning back, slowly dancing with me. “You’re gorgeous, Liv.”
“So are you.”
He grabs my legs, bending my knees to my chest, and to my amazing surprise, it feels incredible.
He pumps into me, staring into my eyes. And the look on his face gives him away. He’s coming, exploding inside of me. I can feel the warmth fill me. His mouth is opening and moaning.
