Page 57 of Fake Dating Mr. Prince
Afraid I was being too forward, embarrassed heat crept up my neck and into my cheeks.
He must have noticed my hesitation. “Ashlyn, you’re sexy as fuck. And seeing you just as excited as I am is a huge turn-on.”
I bit my lip, emboldened by his words. Taking a few steps forward, I reached for his shirt and undid the remaining buttons. I slid the white button-down off his shoulders, trailing my tongue over his chest, I licked and nipped at his nipples. My hands replaced my lips. They roamed up over his hard pecs and around his neck to tug him closer to me for a kiss.
I plundered his mouth while we stumbled backwards. The edge of the mattress hit the back of my legs just as he stopped and pulled away from me. Quickly, he tugged off his belt and unbuttoned his pants. My eyes followed the sexy movement of him drawing his pants and boxers down. He wasn’t trying to be sexy, but watching him turned me on even more.
The moment his cock sprang free, I reached for it. I curled my fingers around him and ran my palm from the bottom to the top and back down again. As his cock hardened even further in my hands, I grinned.
His hips jerked forward, and he shuddered as I gripped him harder, moving my hand faster. He reached around my back and unclasped my strapless bra, kissing down my shoulder as he plucked it from my body and took one step back.
With a groan of frustration, I reluctantly let go of his cock
As the space between us grew, he reached for my underwear. “These are very different from the pair you left behind,” he teased.
I giggled. Tonight my underwear matched my bra and was far sexier than the granny panties.
“Yeah, this time, I was hoping for the night to end like this,” I responded, amazed I even admitted it to him.
“You and me both, gorgeous. I’ve been thinking of being with you for over a month.”
He inched his hands under my waistband and yanked them down my legs. He leaned down, and I used his shoulders for support as I stepped out of my underwear. He stood up fast, tossing them to the side.
I stared at his naked body. It was really unfair how perfect he was.
He placed a light kiss on my lips before reaching into the top nightstand drawer to pull out a condom. He ripped it open and sheathed himself faster than I ever could.
I squeaked in surprise as he lifted me and laid me down on his bed. While I’d only had two other sexual partners, neither of them had ever tried to lift me. Knowing what he was capable of, had my fantasy where he fucked me against a wall run through my head. My core clenched as I groaned. Need for him rippled through me.
Dean laid on the bed next to me. His hands running up and down my body, leaving trails of fire and heat everywhere they landed. “Tell me what you want.”
Was it crazy to admit that I wanted everything from him? That I wanted him to be the one to fulfill every desire, every fantasy I’d ever had, but thought I might not get? That no matter where he touched me, I was ready to combust. “You.”
My hands tangled in his hair and I yanked his head to mine. As our lips met, he groaned and shifted to lay over me. As he fit himself between my legs, I lifted and wrapped them around his waist. Pulling him closer to me, wiggling my hips, trying to line up our bodies just right.
The tip of his cock teased my entrance. I lifted my hips to give him better access, yet he still didn’t fully enter me.
I whimpered. “Stop teasing me.”
“Not so fast, gorgeous. I want to savor this.” His hands reached around to hold my thighs as he finally nudged his hips forward. Slowly, he entered me inch by inch. His hold on my legs stopped me from digging my heels into his back to nudge him further.
As I groaned in frustration once more, he leaned close to stare into my eyes as he finally thrust all the way in. When he was fully sheathed inside of me, my body stretched to accommodate him.
“God, you feel amazing wrapped around me.”
I squeezed my eyes shut so tight little white dots danced behind my lids. He hadn’t even moved and already tiny bursts of pleasure shot through me. My core clenched in anticipation.
He withdrew and slowly slid back inside.
“Faster,” I whispered against his ear. This time when I pushed against his back with my calves and feet, he slammed back into me. “Yes,” I groaned.
“Oh fuck,” He cried out. “I want to go slow but I don’t know if I can.”
“Don’t,” I urged him on, frantic in my movements. “Please don’t.”
His hands fisted the sheet beside my head, a determined look overtaking the desire in his eyes. His hips pistoned faster. The friction quickly building up to my orgasm. I clenched my core, liking the sensations running through me as I did.
He groaned and deepened his thrusts, now lifting my hips to help meet him halfway. My hands gripped his shoulders as I held on tight. Each time his cock slid into me I circled my hips to increase the tension already building. My body was desperate for him. Desperate for my release. His hand circled my clit, and I lost control. My back arched while I cried out.
