Page 31 of My Fake Lover

Suddenly, not only grief and old memories hung in the air, but something else too. Urgency. She turned her head and pressed her lips onto mine as if she needed this kiss like air to breathe. I grasped the back of her head and pulled her closer. As she parted her lips, I plunged my tongue into her mouth, and hers met mine. Desire and lust burned hotly from my head to my toes throughout my body. She tilted her pelvis and began to move it on me. Through the fabric of the jeans, I could feel her and sighed into the kiss, which only increased in intensity. My hands slid along her thighs and pressed her even tighter against my erection, which grew harder beneath her. She began to unbutton my shirt and slid her fingers under the fabric. God, her touches had a desperation to them that I also felt deep within me.

Over and over, she rubbed herself against me, gasping and moaning, completely taking control away from me. »I want you, Max,« she whispered between our kisses, and fuck, I wanted her just as much.

I moved to her panties and rubbed her over the fabric while she rode my hand, releasing beautiful sounds that would soon have me coming in my pants like a teenager. »You’re so beautiful,« I murmured, wrapping my other hand around her neck, pressing her closer to my center.

With trembling fingers, she began to unbuckle my belt and open my pants. She delved into my boxer shorts and gripped my cock as I repeatedly rubbed my thumb over her swollen clit. She pressed the tip and smeared the drop of lust that had formed there only because of her.

»Max, please,« she pleaded. »I need to feel you inside me! Now!«

I pushed the fabric of her panties aside and sank a finger deep into her. From now on, she could only wear dresses. She lowered her head and kissed me again as we gave each other satisfaction. But it wasn’t enough. She was right, I desperately wanted to dive into that hot wetness meant only for me.

»You’re the hottest, most passionate woman I’ve ever dated,« I babbled senselessly.

She gasped as I bent my finger and touched a spot inside her that made her tremble. »We’re not dating, remember?«

»Oh, but we are,« I growled, rubbing the spot again. She withdrew her hand and dug her nails into my shoulders as she cried out. »From now on, I’m not sharing you with anyone.« She rode my hand more ecstatically, and I wished it were my cock. She was so unbelievably perfect. My free fingers slid into her hair, forming a fist. She moaned louder and looked so deeply into my eyes that I almost came just from her gaze. »As much as I’d love to be deep inside you right now and screw you senseless, we don’t have any condoms. I never dared to dream that we would need them.« The regret in my voice was unmistakable.

Ivy sighed, her nails digging deeper into my skin as I felt the first quiver of her core on my finger. »Tent. Now,« she panted, and I furrowed my brow. »Low packed some for me.«

I pulled her head toward me and gave her a passionate kiss before separating from her. »Damn tents. I’ll have to gag you before I’m deep inside you, so the entire wedding party won’t hear us,« I whispered just before her lips, and Ivy gasped for air.

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Ivy

We couldn’t make it two meters without having to kiss again. Max pulled me through the tents and as far away from the party area as possible so that no one could stop us. After his confession and the connection I had felt because of it, I wanted him even more.

It had already become clear to me during dinner how the evening would end. But I hadn’t expected him to reveal himself to me like that.

I understood his pain and, slowly, why he had become that way. Ever since he had let go of his restraint towards me and given me some trust, I had realized that behind the tough exterior was a pretty amazing man. Damn. Despite everything, I didn’t want to fall in love, and this was only meant to satisfy our physical desires, which were so strong that neither of us could bear it any longer.

Max pushed me into our tent, and just a second after he had closed the entrance, he lunged at me and pressed me down onto the bed. His hand on my neck and his kisses were dominant and incredibly hot, making me almost strip myself of my clothes. He pushed me onto the mattress and slid my dress up my thighs. After giving me a dark look, he kissed a trail up to my core and impatiently tore off my panties, which he then stuffed into the back pocket of his jeans as if it were a won trophy.

»I imagined what you bought with my money,« he growled, and I felt his hot breath on my bare skin. »But I didn’t think that the mere thought of it would drive me so crazy.«

»I have a few more pieces in store,« I gasped as his mouth found my clit and his tongue circled around it. God, this was good! My hands found his hair and clung to it tightly. What he was doing to me was better than anything I had ever experienced before. This man was hot and good in bed. Jackpot. What more could a woman want for something non-committal?

His finger slipped inside me and touched the same spot that had driven me insane earlier in the barn. I arched my back, and my moaning grew louder, unable to prevent it. Max stopped, and I looked up in surprise. My breathing was as heavy as my eyelids.

A smirk lay on his lips. »If you don’t want Christian to hear what I’m doing to you, you’ll have to be quieter.«

»He doesn’t matter to me,« I replied seriously, and the casualness disappeared from his gaze. As if he still doubted that I wanted him and no one else. He moved up and lay down on top of me. The fabric of his jeans and the distinct bulge behind it pressed against my core as we moved together as if he were already inside me. We kissed wildly and passionately while Max pulled down the strap of my dress and cupped my breast with one hand. His thumb circled my nipple hard, and I was sure if he continued, I would come right then and there.

»Wait.« Panting, I pressed against his chest, and he pulled back questioningly.

»Is everything okay?«

I had to smile because he was truly attentive. »Side pocket of my suitcase.«

Without me having to say more, he understood and jumped off the bed with a single bound. I stretched out on the sheets while he devoured me with his deep gaze. »Take everything off,« he instructed me, and I didn’t need to be told twice. I lifted myself a little and pulled my dress off in one fluid motion. My bra followed, and I lay naked and completely unprotected on the bed. I should have felt vulnerable, but instead, I felt safe.

»Now it’s your turn. Show me that chiseled body of yours that won’t even compromise on mayonnaise,« I joked, because I couldn’t really handle what was hiding under his clothes, and I was terribly nervous. Smirking, he pulled his shirt over his head and his pants down over his toned thighs. He was a damn work of art. I rose to my knees and slid closer to the edge of the bed. Gently, I kissed the contours of his abs, running my hands over his soft skin. It felt like silk stretched over steel. I felt, touched, and enjoyed him until he gasped when my mouth reached the V of his waist and the waistband of his boxer shorts. His hand went into my hair and pulled me back a little.

»We’ll have time for that later, and we’ll definitely take it,« he whispered darkly, bending down and giving me a gentle kiss before breaking away from me and heading for my suitcase. He was right. Enough with foreplay.

As he returned and removed his boxer shorts, my heart pounded in my throat. He didn’t take his eyes off me as he climbed onto the bed like a hunter and pushed me back. We kissed slowly at first before he paused briefly to put on the condom. I had laughed at Low and texted her that she was crazy when I found the packet. But now, I thanked her with all my heart.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, and he ran his hands down my thighs as he lowered himself. I faintly felt his thick tip at my entrance and gasped when he pushed a little inside me. »You’re incredible,« he whispered and paused.

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