Page 11 of Faking Love


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“Your pussy is so gorgeous.” His breathing grew heavy. “Shove two fingers inside.”

She did as commanded, arching her back at the penetration. She pumped her hips against her hand, pinching her nipple hard with her other.

“Fuck. I want to be buried inside you.” His growl filled the room.

A need built in her chest. This was incredible, but she wasn’t going to finish. Not by herself. “Please?” Her breathless request slipped out before she could stop it.

He chuckled. “Please, what?”

“Let me come for you?” She bit her bottom lip.

“I like that.” His abbreviated grunts teased her senses. “Play with yourself until you come.”

She slid her hand up, gasping when she found her swollen clit. Fingers on either side, she stroked slowly at first. She couldn’t hold out, though. She increased her pace, and from his ragged breathing, he did too. Moans tore from her throat, as her climax built. She arched her back as she peaked, waves of pleasure washing over her as she continued to finger herself. A tiny part of her registered his cries mingling with hers, but she was too lost in the rush to look.

The mattress shifted with a new weight. His hand covered hers, keeping her from pulling away from the now hypersensitive skin. She opened her eyes, to find him studying her, expression dark with lust.

“I want you to come again.” The control was still there. He propped himself up on his elbow and lowered his mouth to her breast, to suck on the raw nipple. He pushed her hand against her sex, prompting her to keep stroking.

The contact on the swollen bits made her head swim, but she didn’t pull away.

“I want”—his voice was broken up by frequent nips to her swollen nub—“to hear you scream again...”

The order itself was almost enough to push her over the edge. She lost herself in the sensations, a second orgasm building quickly and rolling through her. She shuddered as the climax gripped her and then slid away.

He slowed his rough attention and rested his hand on her leg, thumb stroking the inside of her thigh. He kissed her nipple softly one more time, before pressing his lips to hers.

She pushed up on her elbows, crushing her mouth against his, darting her tongue around. It was several seconds before they broke apart.

He trailed his fingers up her stomach, over her chest, and along her neck. “Absolutely amazing.”

She flushed at the affection in his touch and voice. “Definitely.”

* * * *

MOLLY SIGHED AT THElight brush of lips on the back of her neck, floating halfway between consciousness and sleep. Brandon’s bare chest warmed her back, and draped his arm over her hip, holding her close.

“Go back to sleep.” His soft whisper caressed her ear.

“Mhm...”That sounds nice. Especially if it meant she could stay wrapped up a little longer. She nestled against him and willed her brain to fall asleep again.

She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but she was just drifting off again, when the bed shifted, pulling her awake. Cold enveloped her, before the sheets fell back into place. She rolled over, so she could see him, and frowned as he pulled on his T-shirt. The red numbers on the clock next to him told her it wasn’t even five in the morning.

“Is something wrong?” she asked quietly.

He jumped but didn’t turn to face her. “I hoped you wouldn’t wake up.”

“Too late.” She failed to push aside her creeping disappointment. There was nothing to be upset over. It wasn’t like they were going to spend the rest of the weekend in her room, getting to know each other in every way possible. She knew before she went down to the bar that this would be a one-night thing.

He slumped forward, dropping his face into his hands for a moment, before standing. He still wouldn’t look at her. “I need to get back to my room. I had a great time.”

She wouldn’t stop him. This was the way things were supposed to go. A sliver of light from the hallway fell across her and then vanished again, as he stepped out the door.

Right. Exactly how it’s supposed to go.Wide-awake now, she rolled onto her back, to stare at the ceiling. At least it was fun while it lasted. Maybe she could get a couple more hours’ sleep, before she hit downtown to play tourist.


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