Page 47 of Silver Fake

His lips curve up into smirk. "Please what? You want to come for me again? Is that it?"

I squeeze my eyes shut tight and nod.

"I want to hear you say it."

"Yes. I want to come for you."

John lifts up onto his knees and grabs my hips, shifting me higher. And then, somehow, he thrusts inside me deeper and faster than before.

"I'm going to make you come all over my cock, but you've got to keep your eyes open. I want to see you when you come for me. Always."

I force my eyes open, sucking in a sharp breath as I feel him pinch my clit between his fingers.

Then my eyes meet his.

And another climax tears through me.

"Yes! Oh John!"

My hips rock against him, my thighs trembling as my climax erupts around him.

He lowers himself over me, capturing my moans with his mouth as pumps into me again.

Then he buries his face in my neck.

"God, you're so fucking wet," he grunts against my throat. "So wet and tight and perfect."

I wrap my arms around him as I feel him come apart inside me. Holding him while he rocks into me, riding out his orgasm.

My body is spent in the most wonderful way, but it's my heart that is feeling more than anything else. It's so full it might explode, but right now, I'd be perfectly fine if that really happened.

John lays next to me smiling, and brushes the hair from my face. We're both a little sweaty and breathing heavily.

He's never looked better than he does right now.

He leans in and kisses me, but this is different from the hungry kissing before. His lips are gentle against mine. Then he pulls back and smiles at me, running his thumb across my bottom lip.

"As much as I love seeing you like this, I want to take care of you in another way."

He already took really good care of me, so I have no idea what he means. He climbs out of the bed and holds out his hand to me.

"But it's so comfy here," I say with a pout.

John chuckles.

"I know, and trust me, we're going to come back. But first, I want to give you a bath. Then I promise we'll come right back to bed. Believe me. I want you in my bed. I plan on holding you all night."

I put my hand in his, and he pulls me up against his chest, and I smile. "I suppose a bath sounds nice."

"Good."

He bends down and lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bathroom, cradled against his chest.

CHAPTER16

John

She's still here.

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