Page 89 of The Fake Out

She kissed my thigh, tickling me with the light caresses of her lips until her hand wrapped around the base of my cock, and she slid it back inside her perfect mouth.

“Fuck, yessss,” I groaned.

She sucked on me, moaning while she took me further, and I felt myself hitting the back of her throat. I gripped her hair while she worked her magic.

“Veronica,” I moaned when I couldn’t take it anymore, and I came down her throat. “Sorry.”

She freed her mouth and wiped it with the back of her hand. She climbed on the bed on top of me. “Don’t apologize; I like doing that.”

“Why?”

“I like having you in my power. I can make you do anything when your cock’s in my mouth.”

I flipped her over onto her back, and I held her hands over her head. “Same goes for you, sweets. You would do anything I asked after I’ve eaten you out.”

She grinned. “Well, duh.”

I ran a hand down her tattooed arm, my lips repeating the path until I kissed down her leg on her massive phoenix tattoo. “So beautiful.”

I got out of bed to retrieve the condoms and lube from my jacket pocket. She watched me hungrily as I rolled the condom on and spread some lube down it. She licked her lips while I pumped my cock.

“You hungry for my cock, huh?” I asked.

“Gimme.”

I laughed and got back in bed, flipping her back around so she was up on all fours. I slapped her ass and entered her in a swift motion. “Gonna make you come.”

“You already did.”

“I’m gonna set a record,” I told her, growling while I thrust slowly behind her. “We’re going to fuck all night long. Until you can’t come anymore.”

“Do it,” she dared. She ground back into me, making me groan at the sensation of her walls clenching tight around my cock.

I quickened my pace and gripped her hips as I pounded into her just the way she liked it. Until she was crying out and close to another orgasm. Then I pulled out and flipped her on her back again. She gave me a confused look until I re-entered her. I loved doggy-style, and so did she, but I also loved to see her come face.

I caressed her cheek with the back of my fingers. “I want to see your face when you come.”

She wrung her hands around my neck and pulled me down for a kiss. “Blaise, you big softie!”

She wrapped her legs around my waist and met my every movement.

I slowed my pace, and she frowned. “Why are you going slow?”

I cupped her face and kissed her softly. “Want to savor you, sweets. That okay?”

She nodded and let me take the slow reins.

I loved sex when it was hard and rough, and she did too, but there was something different about slowly stroking your woman when you were making love to her. Tonight was where we would end, but I wanted to hang on to her. I poured my feelings into her body and gave everything I could to her. Trying to show her with my body what my heart felt, even though I couldn’t voice it.

“I don’t want to stop,” I moaned into her ear and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Don’t stop, baby,” she moaned, her back arching up as she pressed herself closer to me. “Come with me, Blaise. Please.”

I don’t think she understood that I meant I didn’t want to stop seeing her. That I had fallen in love with her, and I didn’t want to end it here.

Pleasure coursed through me, and I was on the cusp, but I needed her to come first. I needed to hear her moan my name as I unraveled her.

I stroked slowly inside her, pressing her into the bed as I rolled my hips and found that spot deep inside that always set her off. In an instant, she came undone beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders, as she came with my name a moan on her lips. Then I went off like a rocket. Ropes of cum spilled into the condom, and I groaned out my release, moaning her name like a plea for her to feel what I felt.