Page 64 of The Fiancé Hoax

Then he tossed the shirt on the floor and came to me, crossing the distance with large steps.

He pushed me backwards against the wall and crushed his mouth against mine. He was already breathing heavily, pulling at the hem of my shirt and lifting it over my head.

“Oh, God,” I whimpered.

All the times I’d wanted him, fantasized about him touching me like this once more… It was finally happening.

As I moved my hands over his taut, muscled chest and shoulders, he grabbed me by the ass and squeezed me firmly, making me yelp. He unbuttoned my jeans and pulled them roughly down my hips and legs. I stepped out of them and stood before him in my bra and panties.

A noise that sounded like a growl escaped his throat as he stood above me. He kissed me on the mouth, even more deeply and forcefully than before. Reaching behind me, he unhooked my bra and removed it from my body. His hands moved over my breasts and hard nipples, and he bent down to suckle one, then the other.

I plunged my hands into his hair, grasping his head. Every muscle in my body was tight with need for him.

“Oh, fuck,” he moaned as he unzipped his pants, opened his boxers, and brought his long, hard cock out. It pointed straight at me. “I need you now.”

He clenched my ass in one hand, pulling me against his erection. I wrapped my arms around his neck and lifted one leg over his hip. Roughly, he pulled the crotch of my panties to the side and pressed his dick against my entrance.

“Yes, please,” I begged. I couldn't stand the anticipation one second more. I needed to be filled up by him.

He still wore his pants. Removing them would take precious seconds, and I knew he was just as impatient as I was.

He pushed the head inside, and I gasped at his sheer girth. With one strong thrust, he pushed his way inside me, all the way to his balls. We groaned together.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “That feels so good.”

I was so wet and ready for him, and he thrust inside me several times. He lifted my other leg, and I wrapped them around his hips. He was supporting my full weight now, fucking me against the wall.

I leaned my head back, biting my lip and closing my eyes for a moment. I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his hard chest. When I opened my eyes again, he was looking straight at me, his gaze fixed on me.

“Oh, Cooper,” I whimpered. “Don't stop. Please don't stop.”

My muscles began to contract around his cock. He moved one hand to my breast and rolled the nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His touch set my nerves on fire.

I squeezed my legs around him, drawing him nearer to me. I wanted him closer. I couldn't get him close enough.

He thrust into me again and again, finally pushing me over the edge.

“I'm coming,” I whispered.

I held on to his shoulders for dear life as I sank into the warm oblivion of my orgasm. My sex clenched around his cock rhythmically, milking him.

He released a deep, low grunt as he pushed himself inside all the way and stayed still. His cock pulsated, sending his warm release deep inside me.

We stayed like that for a long moment, with his cock still inside me, throbbing and pulsing.

Slowly, he released me and set me back on the floor. His dick slipped out of me.

I felt weak on my feet, still reeling from my orgasm. He led me to the bed, pulled the covers back, and helped me lie down. Then he disappeared into the bathroom and returned a moment later with a towel. He carefully cleaned up between my legs and wiped himself off, removing his pants and boxers in the process. Then he crawled into bed beside me, his naked body pressed against mine.

I turned to look at him and we both burst out laughing.

His blue eyes sparkled as he laughed. He pulled me closer, snaking his arm underneath my head. I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent and relishing the feeling of being in his arms.

I looked up at him. “What are you laughing at?”

“I'm not sure. All of it, I guess. The way you charged in here. You looked like you were going to chew me out.”

“I was.” I laughed. “But then I got distracted.”