Page 52 of Baby For My Bossy Fake Fiancé

And I did.

A soft moan escaped her lips as I pushed my tongue to taste all of her. Our tongues battled for dominance, but she eventually gave way.

Her hand quickly moved to my hair. Tugging gently as I deepened the kiss. While mine moved to the back of her neck.

Suddenly I wanted more. My hand moved to her dress impatiently. I cupped one of her breasts while the other moved to steady her waist.

She arched her back, pushing her chest into me. I pushed my hips into hers and heard her gasp.

I was hard. Painfully so.

With low grunts, I peppered kisses down her neck. Sucking and nibbling on the flesh simultaneously.

Her low cries of pleasure hardened the strain in my pants even more. I wanted her to say my name. To scream it.

Her low cries turned into breathy, desperate ones. When my lips grazed her hardened nipples through her dress, her hands instantly moved to cup my face, pushing it deeper.

“Please,” her hands found their way underneath my chest.

She moaned into my ear while my hand gently ripped open her dress. To reveal her sumptuous breasts. I pulled back to stare at the wonder of her volume.

Fuck.

My mouth felt dry. Without thinking twice, I dived in. Her fingers fisted my hair as she desperately pressed herself into me.

My mouth busied itself with one breast as I kneaded the other.

“Damien,” she moaned, and I released a feral growl.

Instantly my hand found her skirt, I slipped it under. Her thighs were warm and soft, just like the rest of her.

I trailed her flesh until my hand rested on her already-soaked panties. A whimper tore out of her, guttural and needy.

Quickly, I abandoned her breasts and pushed her panties to the side. I dropped down on one knee. Then lifted her legs to rest on my shoulder.

My mouth met her flesh. I felt the hard pull on my hair as I munched on her wet folds. Driving her closer and closer to the edge with my tongue.

Just when I felt her legs start to twitch, I withdrew. Then stood up. Her cries of protest met my ears as I shrugged my trousers down my waist.

My erection sprang forth, and she bit her lips. I let her eyes wander for a while before I positioned myself between her legs.

Staring deep into her eyes, I plunged into her entrance slowly. I watched her mouth widen as I savoured her warmth and sleekness.

Fuck. I wanted to hear her moan my name.

She grabbed hold of my suit before desperately taking it off me. The shirt followed next. Then she sank her nails into my back as I thrust into her.

Her moans grew louder as she bounced in tandem with my thrusts. Angling her leg, I slammed into her deeper.

“Damien,” her screams were louder, and I let out a satisfied grunt. My name on her lips was perfect.

I took in her drooping eyes and messy hair. Committing the image to memory.

The sound of my balls slapping against her clit. Her sleekness. Her nails digging deep into my back.

Her screams. They all drove me to the edge as I rammed deeper.

“Damien...” Her voice was shaky. Her head fell backward. “I’m going to-”

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