Page 20 of Faking Love

Her legs hit the mattress, and she lost her balance. She fell back with a giggle, her butt landing on the comforter.

“I love that sound.” He paused for a moment, and then nudged her shoulder, pushing her onto her back. He tugged off his own shirt, before dipping his head to kiss her neck, throat, and breasts.

She traced his chest, memorizing the definition and smooth skin stretched taut over muscle.

He rolled onto his side and pressed close. His erection dug into her thigh. She wanted him inside her. He wrapped his mouth around a swollen, pink nipple, flicked his tongue back and forth, and she gasped. The sensation felt like a string attached to every nerve ending.

He slid his hand down her stomach, under the waist of her jeans, and over her panties, teasing her slick mound through the cotton. She thrust up her hips, to meet the contact, but he kept his touch light enough to continue teasing.

He pulled away completely when she pushed up again. “Patience,” he said.

She smirked and rubbed her leg against his hard cock. “I can torture you, too.”

He closed his eyes, a low growl rumbling up from his chest. When he looked at her again, desire was heavy in his expression. “Understood.”

Within seconds, he’d undone her jeans and shoved her remaining clothing to the floor. He dropped to his knees at the foot of the bed, not touching her, only his head visible from where she lay.

Blood rushed through Molly’s veins, making every inch of her skin hum in anticipation, as the seconds stretched. When he kissed the inside of her leg, a sharp jolt of pleasure spiked through her. He glided his lips higher, up one thigh and down the other, never touching her aching sex. “I was kind of hoping”—his words rumbled against her skin—“to hear you beg again.”

She could do that. “Please?” The request came out softer, more needy than she intended.

His chuckle vibrated against her thigh, and his mouth moved higher again, each kiss slow and deliberate. When he reached his destination, and explored her slit with his tongue, she inhaled sharply. He trailed his finger down her wet skin and slid inside her. Her hips bucked against the contact. When he wrapped his lips around her clit, she almost came.

She tangled her fingers in his hair and held him close, grinding against him as he licked and sucked her pulsing button. A climax tore through her, and she screamed when she came, lifting her butt off the bed to get closer, and then dropping to pull away from the persistent attention.

He kissed her skin lightly and pulled her to her feet. She pressed her lips to his, tasting herself in his kiss, still wanting more—to feel him driving deep inside her. He spun them around, so his back was to the bed with her facing him, and then shed the rest of his clothes. He only fumbled with the rubber for a moment before rolling it on.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, he tugged her to stand between his legs. He roamed his mouth along her stomach, as he glided his hands over her butt and thighs. “I’ve been fantasizing since we met”—her skin muffled his words—“about feeling you wrapped around me.”

“I know exactly what you mean.” She straddled his legs and lowered herself onto his lap, stopping when his cock nudged her entrance. He gave her a curious look, and she smiled. “I told you I could tease too.”

He gripped her hips and thrust up, pushing inside her.

She gasped, as he spread her open.

“But I’m more impatient than you.” He lowered his mouth to her neck, sucking and biting hard on the sensitive skin as he slowly pumped inside her.

Their pace increased, his cock hitting her G-spot every time she dropped down. His hands at her hips set the rhythm, his moans becoming hungry grunts, as he pounded against her harder and faster.

Another climax closed in on her, and then ripped through her. Her pussy clenched around him, and he never let up as he pumped frantically.

For a moment he held his breath, and then he slowed his pace to a stop. He settled his forehead against her chest, and she dropped her chin to the top of his head, focused on every sensation at once—the ebbing pleasure, him still inside her, his breath against her skin, the brush of the air conditioner kissing away the heat.

When she trusted herself to stand, she extracted herself from his lap. Her legs wobbled, and she giggled.

“I don’t know if I’ve ever made a woman weak in the knees before.” He tugged her toward the bed and scooted further up, indicating she should lie next to him.

She crawled into the empty spot, resting her head on his shoulder and her hand on his chest. “I have a hard time believing that.”

“Believe what you want.” His voice was soft and low. He trailed his fingers through her hair. “It’s never been like that before.”

She didn’t know how to respond, so she nestled closer. Her eyelids drooped shut, reminding her she hadn’t slept much that weekend. His hand between her shoulder blades, his thumb rubbing lightly, sapped the rest of her consciousness, and she drifted off with a smile.

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SOMEWHERE ON THE EDGEof her consciousness, Molly’s phone beeped. She forced her eyes open.Stupid alarm.

“Ten more minutes.” Brandon’s mumble vibrated through her cheek.

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