Page 6 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

“Why?” I licked my lips, revelling in his masculine scent.

His eyes followed the movement, lingering on my lips.

“I’m sure you know why,” he whispered huskily.

Heat coursed through me, and I blushed when his eyes slowly raked my form. I suddenly found myself inching closer to him. He released a low rumble before gently brushing a strand of hair away from my mask.

Suddenly, the distant music from the hall faded and it was just us. Me and him, and silence, in the dark night. I wasn’t into one-night stands, but I could make an exception for him.

My heart picked up its pace when I felt his eyes rake over my body.

Felt. I couldn’t really see, but I felt even the subtlest action.

His arms snaked around my waist, fingers leaving hot trails around its circumference. And I welcomed it, melting against his warmth and hard chest.

Our lips were barely inches apart. I could feel his hot breath fan my cheeks. Involuntarily, my eyes fluttered shut.

Friendly goosebumps littered my skin when the rough pad of his finger slightly grazed my chin. “My car?” his lips grazed mine in light, feathery motion.

My legs became wobbly as my stomach churned with familiar butterflies. Not trusting my voice, I nodded.

In a flash, we reached a sleek black Mercedes before he tugged me into the backseat. Slowly, his warm hands cupped the visible part of my cheeks until his lips touched mine. It felt like heaven.

Heaven on earth.

And I couldn’t help the moan that escaped my lips when his tongue skilfully slipped into my mouth.

His hand moved from my cheeks down my neck… until it cupped my ass. The once slow kiss soon became desperate as I ground my hips against him.

I wanted more. And I wanted it now. He seemed to understand.

In a split second, he lifted me, positioning my knees on either side of his lap. His hands moved from my hands until they found my bra. With a low groan, he pushed past the barriers of my bra, palming my breasts.

I arched my back, pressing further into his hot touches.

I was a breathy mess.

“Please,” I moaned into the kiss as his fingers rubbed circles against my sensitive nub. A low rumble escaped his chest before he trailed the length of my thighs. My core dripped harder as he inched closer to my sex.

Pulling away from the kiss to hold my gaze, his hot fingers trailed my thighs until he reached my entrance. I whimpered, grinding almost desperately when his thumb rubbed my pussy.

Somehow, through the mask, his eyes seemed to darken even more.

Before long, we were bare. His length, hard and ready against my entrance. He stroked my flesh twice and, with a small groan, plunged into me.

My mouth widened as his shaft stretched the walls of my sex. It’d been so long...

His forceful thrusts repeated with a pleasurable rhythm. And his eyes remained fixed on my breasts as they bounced to his pace. My loud moans filled the car as he hit every spot.

My walls tightened and I released with a loud cry of pleasure.

Shortly after, his grunts deepened and his pace became animalistic. Until he pulled out and spilled on the seat.

Our heavy breathing filled the air as his gaze remained affixed on my rising chest. I was out of breath, still riding on cloud nine. But he didn’t seem to be done.

Suddenly, he spun me around and my entrance met his bulging penis.Again. I was sensitive but when his hard shaft hit my sensitive spot again, I knew it was oh-so-worth it.

PRESENT MOMENT…

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