Page 44 of Boss's Fake Wife

Then, he started genuinely fucking me with his finger, giving me exactly what I needed as his other hand tweaked my nipples in turn, showering both of them with attention.

Before long, I hit the peak without warning and fell over, tumbling endlessly. Lights flashed behind my squeezed-shut eyelids, and I was screaming and flooding his hand.

“There we go,” he murmured, his voice sounding so dirty and gratified. He groaned after he said it, too, his eyes squeezing shut as he breathed deeply.“I have to taste you,” he growled then as his eyes finally opened and snagged mine. I gasped. He looked like a caged animal. “Just once, so I can fucking get it out of my head.”

Before I could answer him, he went down on me, his tongue licking and lapping up my juices. I cried and moaned, and the banked flames sprung back to life at a dizzying speed.

“Fuck,” he muttered with a gasp into my pussy, the sound reverberating through me. “You taste so good.”

“Oh, my God.” I couldn’t hold back. In no time at all, I was coming again.Hard.

This time, when I came back down, he was on top of me again, kissing me like a crazy man. And I was kissing him back and tasting myself on his tongue, the depravity of the act making everything more intense and pleasurable.

Then, I felt rather than saw his cock pushing slightly into my pussy. I broke off the kiss and held my breath in anticipation. He was huge, and the deeper he went, the more it started to hurt. Fuck, he was going to split me in two.

Suddenly, Chris stopped, halting all movement.

“Breathe,” he gritted into my ear. “Fucking breathe.”

I did, though barely. But when I did, he pushed into me even more, making me gasp. I gave up every semblance of control then and simply let the sensations take me, a combination of pleasure and pain splitting me apart and shattering everything I thought I knew. It was both the best and worst thing I had ever felt. Even though the voice sounded like it was coming from afar, I knew it was me begging him for more.

And he gave it to me.

He gave me everything.

The sounds that came out of him, the curses, and him grabbing my hair and dragging my lips to his…I knew those weren’t planned. I knew he was losing himself just as I was.

And I knew I was going to be addicted to this feeling for life.

So far, I have done a good job of staying away from vices despite my background and past.

But as I came screaming his name with his tongue in my mouth, I knew Chris was going to be an addiction that would be hard to kick.

16

CHRIS

It was currently 5:30 a.m., and I had a shit ton of things to do today.

I needed to get started with filing the documents, having a meeting with my brother, and also figuring out how to prepare Emily to start meeting with the shareholders on my behalf.

But I didn’t get out of bed to do any of that. Instead, I sat here and watched Emily as she lay in bed.

I was watching her sleep, creepy as it may seem.

The sun had come up a little, the orange glow washing over her skin. Her brown hair practically glittered on the sheets, her skin looking soft like silken ivory. Her lashes rested against her cheeks, and a feeling nudged me as I watched her, although I couldn’t put my finger on it.

She was beautiful, undoubtedly.

Perhaps not in the traditional way that most would think about. Maybe if someone else were looking at her, they would see nothing out of the ordinary in her wide-set eyes, straight and bold nose, and plump lips. But put together, those features were larger than the sum of its parts, each adding to give her this aura of…

Well, I didn’t know.

Mystique, maybe. That was it, wasn’t it? The dichotomy of her. She was both innocent and seductive, both tough and soft. I couldn’t give just one word to describe her aura or the feeling she gave me. I wanted to protect her, but I also wanted to completely ruin her in the most delicious way possible.

And it was hard to decide which urge would win.

I skimmed the top of my finger against her neck and felt her breath catch and flutter. It brought to mind last night—the way she’d gasped and moved and begged for me. God, that had been the most intoxicating thing I’d ever heard or felt. She’d been insatiable, wanting more, and I wanted more too. More of the taste of her.

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