Page 154 of Pretender

No doubts, no lack of sharing, no secrets. She knows everything now.

We talked all Sunday. I told her about when I got the box of inheritance papers and my view of my dad fell apart, how I got drunk and smashed the wall, how I lived my life trying to compensate for his mistakes but inadvertently made similar ones. Almost, anyway.

I talked through my fears of meeting the family. What they might tell me. And she listened. Just listened. With those understanding eyes, humming in between. It was a weight off my chest, saying it all out loud, finally. I’m so much lighter now.

I’ve answered her handful of questions about Le Lounge. Luckily she didn’t ask for too many details—some things are best left unsaid, and I’m glad she agrees. She doesn’t need the images of the sexcapades of my past life in her head. What interested her most was how I found out about it, what kind of people I met, and what it looked like (of course she wants to hear about the design). Although I’ve had to swear her to secrecy, because even though I’m no longer a member, telling her anything breaches the contract. She’s been understanding about it, and it seems she appreciates that I’ll answer the questions she might have anytime.

I flick the wrapper over the edge and kneel in front of her, putting the condom on. I love her eyes on me when I do this. The hunger in them.

Once I’m ready, I reach down between her legs and run two fingers through her wet folds. She squirms and moans, pushing against my hand, and I keep going. I lean down on one arm and my side to get a better angle for her clit and kiss her neck.

“I want you to come on my hand first,” I say in a low voice, and kiss her neck below her ear. I know she loves it when I talk to her like this. Maybe it’s the breath tickling her ear or her neck, or my dirty words spoken with a rumbling bass sound. Either way, I love the way she responds to me. “And then I want to feel you clenching around my hard cock, and see your tits move as I thrust into you.”

“Mmm,” she mewls. “Keep going.”

“Hear that sound of you, how wet you are. All for me.”

Increasing the speed, my fingers move up and down her folds, her clit, the delicious sound of her wetness in the room, drowned out only by her moans and whimpers that are now growing louder, and louder.

“Just there, don’t stop,” she breathes and grasps the sheet on one side and my back with her other hand, dragging her nails down my skin. It’s so hot I almost come right here, but I keep my focus until she crescendos and I ride through her orgasm. Fucking hell, that face when she comes. I can’t get enough.

I shift back up, and lick her juices off my fingers in front of her, watching her gaze darken as I do.

“So fucking tasty.” I move my cock to her entrance. “Ready for whatever number round this is?”

“Yes. Always. Fuck me hard, Aiden, don’t be careful. I want you so deep inside me I can taste you.”

“Bloody hell, Linnea, you’re going to undo me.”

“Less talking, more fucking,” she says, biting her lower lip.

I do as she says, and after inching in partially, making sure she can take it, I thrust deep and she cries out.

“Yes!”

She might think she likes being fucked hard, and I would like to just slam into her again and again, but I love her orgasm face, and that is more likely to appear if I fuck her the right way. I lift her legs, resting her feet against my torso, and grab her hips for the best hold, tilting her pelvis up a bit. From here I alternate between rolling my hips, pushing my cock down as far as I can get, rubbing her back wall.

“Oh my god, Aiden,” she cries, stretching her arms up, pressing her hands against the headboard above her. That slack jaw is back, the constant O of her mouth. Yes.

“I fucking love watching you enjoy taking my cock.”

“I love your cock.”

“The way your breasts move. Touch them for me.”

She does as I say, cupping her tits, letting her hard nipples slip through her fingers, rubbing and squeezing them, and I give her a couple of hard thrusts before rolling my hips again.

“Wrap your legs around me,” I say, and lean on my hands, grinding myself against her front while moving inside her. “How’s that?”

“I feel you everywhere,” she breathes.

“Better than hard thrusts?”

“I want you to thrust in the end, but yes this is good. So good.”

“Your face like this is so sexy.”

“Mmm.”