Page 17 of The Fake Wedding Date

His dark head lowered, kissing my clit, and pleasure shot through me. My hips sprang off the door, my head rolling, lost in pleasure. And desperate for more.

He didn’t make me wait, licking the length of me. His eyes closed and he groaned against me. I was so worked up that the vibrations alone almost sent me over the edge. I tightened my inner muscles and held on, wanting more, never wanting this to end.

He slid his fingers through my wetness, circled my clit, and finally pushed two fingers deep inside of me.

“Oh God,” I croaked, my hands almost coming off the door to grab onto his shoulders, needing to hold onto something. By sheer will alone, I kept them flat.

He pumped his fingers, watching my reaction to his touch. His lips parted with a heady look in his eyes as he took in my shaking legs and writhing hips. My naked, heaving chest.

I went to speak, to beg him to please let me touch him, but he sucked my clit between his lips and all rational thoughts fled.

He dug the tips of his fingers into my ass, supporting me as he devoured me. There were no other words for the way he consumed me. My mouth opened on a silent cry. I could barely breathe, let alone speak, as he licked and sucked, alternating between twirling his tongue over my clit and flattening it out as soon as I was close to exploding.

My entire focus was on the scrape of his stubble and the flick of his warm tongue. The bruising grip on my ass. My knees were shaking and I didn’t know how much longer I could stand upright, even with my back to the door.

“Touch your nipples,” he growled. His mouth was glistening with my wetness as he looked up at me from between my legs, his forearm flexing as he pumped his fingers. I groaned from deep in my belly and immediately followed his command, pinching and tweaking my nipples.

Working his fingers inside me, twirling and massaging my inner walls with each withdrawal, he watched me work myself. His eyes were so dark I could no longer see the brown of his iris.

Seeing that, I tried to undulate against his face, pinching my nipples harder, feeling moments away from hyperventilating if I didn’t come. So much need.

My head fell back against the door, my eyes falling closed. Pleasure had built and coiled low in my stomach, tighter and tighter, it wound me up, and I felt like every muscle in my body tightened up in anticipation.

“Eyes on me,” he growled, his voice sharp and hard.

I peeled them open, looking down at him and whimpering. Holding my gaze, he took one strong pull on my clit, and I exploded.

The room faded in and out as my pussy clamped down on his fingers, wave after wave of pleasure rushing through me, every nerve ending in my body firing off. I was forced to grab for his shoulders as I cried and shook. He continued to pump his fingers and suck my clit, working me and extending my orgasm until my body went limp against him and my core stopped spasming.

He took me in his arms and kissed me hard. Wrapping my arms around him, I let him carry my weight and eagerly kissed him back. He tasted of me, and whiskey and desire, and it may have become my new favorite flavor.

CHAPTER10

Mark sat me on the edge of the dinette table next to the door and I eagerly reached for his belt. My fingers were shaking and uncoordinated, but I managed to undo the clasp and snap open the button on his pants.

He stepped back, kicking off his shoes as his eyes swept my body, leaving behind a trail of heat. His zipper hummed, filling me with excitement as he bent and stepped out of his pants.

My god, he was glorious. Broad shoulders leading down to a tapered waist. He was hairless other than a splattering leading down to his cock, which was engorged, long and thick, and much bigger than any of my previous hookups. His head was dark against his fist and leaking precum, making my mouth water.

I’d never enjoyed giving a man head. It always felt a little bit like a chore to me. I’d never wanted to receive it, either. Not until Mark. Seeing the fiery expression on his face and that thick cock, I knew it would be different with him, knew I’d enjoy every moment of it and I needed to taste him.

“Eventually,” he said. “I’m going to bend you over a table and fuck you with one of your damn skirts bunched above your waist.”

My eyes widened, my breathing picking back up. Rational me would never allow something like that to happen at work. Rational me also knew if I was this far gone for the man, I wouldn’t have said no.

“But first, I want you to watch what I’m doing to you.” He ground his jaw, fisting his cock like he was in pain, his hungry eyes scanning my body. “And I want to see your face when you come and realize no other man will ever please you the way I can.”

“You’ve already done that,” I said brazenly.

His eyes flared, and he stroked himself once like he had no choice. Like the words drove him as wild as his were driving me. The muscles in his arms and shoulders were tight with apparent restraint.

I almost jumped off the table so I could take over for him, wanting to hold his pleasure in my hand.

But as soon as I began to move, his dark eyes shot to mine and held, a silent command to stay where he’d put me. I held my breath, listening eagerly, and buzzed with anticipation. With need. So wet for him that the hard wooden table was becoming slippery.

He stepped between my legs, wrapping his hands under my thighs and pulling me against him.

“I have waited long enough for this,” he said, his muscles tight. “I am going to take you hard. And it’ll probably be fast because I’m so fucking turned on right now.” I was reminded that while I had come twice that night, Mark hadn’t come at all. I couldn’t wait to see him lose control. “Then I’m going to take my time with you. Make you come over and over until you can’t remember your own name, let alone any man who’s come before me.”

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