Fake Engagement, Real Temptation

“Yes,” she said instantly.

“Tell me what thoughts you had.”

His finger dipped again and she arched, wanting more. She tried to shove his shorts down with her feet, but he nipped her breast and she gasped again.

“This is my retaliation, little girl. We’re doing this my way.”

“Please, just get inside me. Slow, hard, fast, rough, I don’t care. I want it all, just please come inside me.”

“And I’ll give that all to you,” he said lowly. “But first”—he rubbed her clit again, keeping her right on edge, teasing her—“tell me what you thought of.”

“I thought of your mouth on me.”

She arched upward thinking of the memory. She might not be able to move much, but she could lift her head, and Blake’s neck and bare chest were right there to meet her. She kissed the pulse beating in his throat and heard him groan.

“I thought of my mouth on you,” she continued. “Thought of how big you are and wondered what you’d feel like.” She kissed down his neck and along the top of his shoulder.

“More,” he said. “Tell me more.”

She faintly heard a wrapper opening, felt him move a tad. Grabbing a condom from his pack by the bed, she thought. But she still couldn’t move. He was looming over her. She was his hostage and she loved it.

“I wondered what you’d feel like. If you’d be slow, or rough…” She grazed her teeth against his shoulder. “But I guess I’ll lie here waiting for you to make up your mind—”

He surged his big cock deep into her.

She bit down on his shoulder to stifle a scream.

“Getting mouthy with me, little girl?” he said around a strangled breath.

“Impatient,” she said against his skin, and he withdrew, then thrust back inside, making her

breasts bounce hard and her teeth clatter.

“My God, you’re tight,” he said.

She was already tensing around him, ready to come from the orgasm he’d been denying her.

“You feel so good,” she breathed, moving her legs, her hips, anything to get closer to him. “I want to feel you all over me.”

“Anything you want,” he said.

He released her wrists and wrapped one arm around her back. Never leaving her body, he picked her up enough to turn her on the bed so her head barely hung over the edge, and she looked up at the ceiling.

He yanked her nightgown up and off of her in one swipe. Splaying his big hand over her back, he lifted her naked body just enough to arch her back, as if presenting her breasts to his mouth, which he immediately took.

Sucking hard on her nipple, he held her like a doll and thrust in and out, the sound of her wetness meeting him, ending with the soft smack of his hips slapping her inner thighs.

Sticking true to his word, she really did feel him everywhere. From his mouth on her breasts, sucking and licking, to his hands roaming over her skin and holding her weight, while he pumped himself in and out of her, delivering a hard snap of pleasure each time as he consumed her.

“Blake,” she whispered.

“Say it again,” he replied, pumping faster. Harder.

“Blake,” she said louder. One hand clutched the sheets while the other scoured down his back.

“Come for me,” he said, and she felt him tense inside of her. He was close, too. And the feel of his mouth and hard thrust of his cock was too good to deny.

Her pleasure swooped in like a hawk, snatching away her sanity and leaving her blood on fire and her body limp. She couldn’t hold herself together anymore. Her back hit the mattress and her whole body convulsed over and over with her orgasm.