Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

Not wanting to make her suffer, I gave in. I let go and gave free rein to my own need. I clasped her hands tighter and looked down on her as I plunged my dick in her, over and over.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come…” I chanted it until the pressure was unbearable.

“Wyatt!” she screamed my name, and her pussy gripped my dick like it was trying to castrate me.

Pleasure rocketed from my cock outward. A blinding light blasted behind my eyes and I roared incoherently as my entire body shook in release. Even as my body gave out, became completely boneless, my cock throbbed and spurted.

I was unable to move for a moment, but then concerned about my weight on her, I released her hands and put my upper body weight on my forearms.

I was breathing like I’d just run a marathon, but that didn’t stop me from kissing her. I had to make this woman mine. Not in some scheme but forever. In my arms was where she needed to be, from this day until the day I died. I was desperate to tell her that, but was too afraid to ruin the gloriousness of this moment.

“Is this what you planned?” she asked, her hands rubbing my back.

“I planned everything but this.”

She cocked a brow like she didn’t believe me.

“Did I hope to have sex? Yes. Absolutely. I’ve been praying about it. Wishing on stars. Throwing pennies into wishing wells.”

She laughed.

“But I was prepared to have all my hopes and dreams be unfulfilled.”

“Are you saying I’m your dream?”

“A dream come true.” I leaned over and kissed her, wishing she knew just how true that statement was.

I rolled off and pulled her against me, not ready to let go of her yet.

She rested her head on my chest and it felt right. So, fucking perfect.

“When does next time start?” she asked.

“It could be days before my cock works again.” That wasn’t true. Her words already had him perking up.

She lifted her head and strummed her fingers on my chest. “Maybe I could help him.”

He liked the sound of that. “Oh? How?”

“I want to use my mouth on him.”

The blood began rushing back to my dick.

“I’m not going to stop you.”

She blushed and it was so sweet. “I’ve never done it before. Will you tell me…how?... What you like.”

I ran my fingers through her long hair. “Yes.”

I woke the next morning, concerned that the night before had been a dream. I rolled over and saw Sinclair sleeping beside me. A dream come true, I thought as I leaned over and kissed her neck.

She sighed. “Again?”

“Next time.” Who knew the two words would become our erotic catch-phrase. The challenge of “next time” was that it didn’t just mean sex, it meant new sex. A new position. A new speed.

After she nearly sucked my dick off and sent me into the most delirious oblivion, I was sure I was done for the night. But it turned out my dick was always happy to get it up for Sinclair. We did fast and furious as she wanted. Then I took her from behind as she held onto the headboard. We even tried sixty-nine, but both of us got too distracted from the pleasure, and I finally just pulled her sweet pussy over my face and shot her off to heaven, and then sunk my dick inside her to finish him off.

“Come with me.” I rolled out of bed.