Fake Engagement, Real Temptation

He came up behind her and pressed his entire naked chest to her back. He had so many plans for this gorgeous body of hers, but the one thing overwhelming him was the need to touch her first. To really, really feel her.

He slowly wrapped one arm under her breasts, the other around her lower stomach, and enfolded her in his embrace.

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A sting pricked behind Carries eyes as she watched the strongest man she’d ever known wrap his arms around her from behind and hug her. When he buried his face in the crook of her neck, and she felt his hot s

kin against hers, she placed her hands on his forearms and clung to him.

The words were right there. On the tip of her tongue.

She wanted to utter them. The feelings she felt welling up.

Blake made her feel cherished. Respected. Delicate.

Loved.

She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them and saw their reflection, she was so happy at what she saw. They looked right together.

She turned just enough to kiss his temple. He lifted his head and met her mouth with his.

He kissed her softly as he trailed his hands along her skin. One up to cup her breast and the other down to tease between her legs.

“Look,” he whispered, kissing her neck while pinching her nipple. “See how beautiful you are? See what I love to do to you?”

He massaged her heavy breast and dipped his other finger inside of her. She gave herself to him, let him do what he wanted, and she watched. Watched his biceps flex as he touched her, felt her, inside and out. Watched his head roam up and down along her neck.

His hands slowly slid down and around to cup her ass, and he hit his knees behind her. He lifted her leg and placed her bent knee on the counter, spreading her wide.

“I dream of your taste every time I look at a pineapple now. All I can think of is this pretty pussy,” he whispered against her hot flesh.

He snaked his tongue over he clit and she jerked forward.

“Watch, my love,” he said, and there was that endearment again. In the mirror, she saw her breasts bob slightly as Blake entered a finger inside of her, then another finger, and began pumping.

“Oh God,” she said, keeping her eyes on the mirror like he’d said. Her whole body subtly rocking with his movements. He licked at her again, flicking his tongue fast over her most sensitive spot. Already, she was on the brink.

With her palms flat on the counter, she held herself up and readied her body for the fiery orgasm that was climbing up her spine.

But Blake stopped and rose to his feet.

Smiling at her through the mirror, he leaned into her and grabbed her hip in one meaty hand.

“You ready for my favorite position?” he asked.

“Yes,” she begged.

“You’re going to watch the entire time,” he reminded.

She nodded in agreement.

“Good girl,” he said. With his free hand, he gripped his cock and placed it at her opening. She watching him in the mirror. With the tip teasing her entrance, he grabbed her other hip, holding her just as he wanted, and thrust into her.

“Oh, Blake!” she moaned.

He withdrew, then hammered back inside, his hips slapped her ass and made her whole body jut forward. Her breasts bounced as he pulled out, then plunged deep again.

“God, you feel so good. And I love watching you while I fuck you,” he said.