Page 66 of My Fake Fiancé


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“I’m not wearing any underwear.”

His fingers inch up the back of my shirt, rounding my rib cage until he pinches my nipples. I suck on his earlobe and moan.

“I thought you might like that,” I whisper in his ear.

“Oh, I do. I might just have to stipulate no bra wearing in the future.”

I laugh, but he takes the hem of my shirt and raises it up and off my body, placing it on top of his sweatshirt. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to drown myself in your tits.” He takes them in his hands, running his thumbs over my nipples, making them into stiff peaks.

“They’re all yours.”

“Don’t tell me that because I’m going to motorboat you, titty fuck you, and constantly grope you if that’s the case.”

I give him a seductive smile. “All things I’m more than happy to oblige. But first, there’s something I’ve been wanting to do.”

I get up from straddling him, open up his jeans, and lower his zipper.

“Fuck, Mandi,” he says, rising up off his ass so I can push his pants down to his ankles.

“Surprise! Someone else likes to go commando I see.”

His dick points north and I grab the base of it, pumping lightly at first. I can’t even wrap my fingers all the way around his girth.

“I wanted easy access. I thought I’d be able to control myself now that I’ve had you. Turns out that’s not possible.”

I lower my mouth and suck on the head. He twists my hair around his fist, out of the way so he can watch me. My tongue runs up, teasing him, until my mouth covers his tip again and I swirl my tongue over him. His groan keeps me going.

“Fuck yeah,” he pants, his grip pulling harder on my strands.

I bob up and down on him, my hand wrapped around his base, pumping him the entire time. He grows harder in my hand and the saltiness of his precum coats my tongue.

“I’m gonna come,” he warns, thrusting his hips so his dick breaches the back of my throat. I don’t stop, instead looking up as his eyes close. “You’re killing me. You’ll be the fucking death of me.”

I love the way he talks when he’s turned on. As if he has no control over his words when he’s about to come.

My other hand fondles his balls and squeezes.

“Shit.” His hips move faster, my hand matching his rhythm.

Suddenly he explodes in my mouth, stream after stream filling it while I swallow. When he’s done, I lick the tip of his dick clean.

He releases my hair, and it spills along my back.

“You will be rewarded greatly now.” He tears my pants off of me and has me bend over the log, ass out.

His head dips between my legs and I’m rewarded with another fireworks-worthy orgasm courtesy of his tongue. After he helps me back up, he’s hard again. I wonder if we’ll ever get enough of one another, because he goes into his backpack and brings out another condom. I straddle him, sinking down on his length with a moan.

“Make those tits bounce in my face,” he says.

Which I do, and I’m surprised neither of us gets a splinter from the friction of our bodies on the wood.

Three orgasms later, I’m still not even close to being done with him. I stay on him like a koala bear on a tree and he runs his finger up and down my back.

I look at the woods. We’re completely alone. “I get it out here. Sex in the wilderness is really great.”

He kisses the top of my head. “I know. It’s a first for me.”

“What?” I lean back and stare at him as though he has to be lying.

“You’re the first woman I’ve ever taken with me on an excursion.”

I wrap my arms around his. “Thank you.” I squeeze him, and he holds me tightly.

“Come on, let me feed you some real food.”

We both laugh, and I put his sweatshirt back on without any pants and he puts on his pants without any shirt. We eat the fish he prepared with a beautiful view of the river and cascading falls.

I guess he really knows how to romance a woman. No matter what happens between us, I’ll never forget this moment with Noah. Ever.

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