Page 84 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

He groaned and immediately pressed his lips to mine. His hands snaked around my waist to pull me closer. I readily complied.

My hand found his hair. And his found mine. Playing lightly with the strands before his fingers trailed my spine.

I shivered when his hot thumb sneaked under my tank top. He rubbed my back for a moment. Before his hands trailed to my breast.

A gasp fell through my lips when his fingers rubbed my nub. Something about this moment was different. I could feel it in his touch.

He kissed me with increased fervour. Leaving the tiniest, sexiest bites on my lips.

I moaned. Bringing my hands to his ripped chest.

Just as I melted against him, he pulled back. I almost frowned when he grunted. “Jump.”

His hands moved to my ass and I complied. Wrapping my legs around his waist, he returned his lips to mine. And I felt us start to move.

Soon my back hit the soft bed. His hand returned to my breast. Then his mouth followed.

His tongue circled my nipple before he began sucking. While his second hand massaged my other breast.

I let out a needy whine.

In a flash, my clothes were off. Leaving me in just my panties. Slowly his finger trailed the edge of its waistband.

My breathing grew heavier as I anticipated friction. His fingers stopped circling. And gently tugged my panties down the length of my leg.

And away.

His nostrils flared as he pulled back to stare. “Fucking wet and beautiful.”

His thumb stroked my entrance in appreciation. I moaned. With eyes on mine, he slowly discarded his briefs.

Anticipation filled me at his hardened length. I bit my lips when his gaze darkened.

“I want to feel you,” I whispered. And watched his eyes darken.

He leaned closer. Hovering above me on all fours. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his hardened member. Before dropping his head in the crook of my neck with a grunt.

I heard him inhale a sharp breath when I grabbed it. It was just as it looked. Hard, rigid, and ready.

I moved my hands from the base to the top. And felt him nibble on my neck with another grunt. Applying a little pressure, he repeated the motion.

Moaning when he sucked on my skin.

The precum that dripped from his tip made it easy for my hand to glide through. His light grunt gained pitch as I pumped my fist.

When I reached to grab his balls, he stopped me. “Not now,” he grunted.

Pulling back, he positioned himself at my entrance before thrusting into me slowly.

“Fuck,” he breathed. And I released a breathy moan.

He maintained a steady, slow pace as he leaned down to capture my lips. His tongue found mine as they mimicked his soft stroke.

Our low grunts filled the air. And our breathing entangled as he delicately stroked me. With one last kiss, he pulled back… to stare at me.

His pace slowly increased when he pulled back to ram into me again.

I cried out in pleasure as I watched his eyes move between my face and my bouncy breast.

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