Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

I pushed her dress up, running my hands along the soft skin on her creamy thighs. Her hands were as eager, unbuttoning my shirt and pushing it off my shoulders. I unzipped her dress, yanking it down and unhooking her bra, a desperate need to see her tits clawing at my gut. When they were free, I felt like I was in heaven. They were round with pink tips. Like a starving man, I sucked one deep in my mouth.

She cried out, her hips rocking as I suckled one nipple and then the other. I slid my finger over her panties, finding them soaking wet.

I groaned, hooking my fingers in the waistband, and yanking her panties down as she undid my pants and shoved them down along with my boxer briefs. My dick sprang out, and I had a momentary relief from the constraint, but immediately, he wanted to feel the tightness of her wet pussy.

“I do have blue balls,” I ground out. “For four fucking years.”

“Yes,” she said as I put my dick to her pussy entrance. “Yes, Mo, yes.”

I kissed her hard as I pushed my tip inside her. She was hot, wet, tight. So tight. Too tight, I thought as I hit a barrier.

“Oh, fuck, Brooke.” I stopped and drew in sharp, deep breaths as I worked to pull my raging desire under control. I began to pull back, knowing I was already going to hell for what I’d done to her before. For what I’d already done so far tonight.

But she was a virgin. I’d definitely be a perverted fuck if I took that from her.

12

Brooke

“Oh, Jesus.” He started to pull away from me. I didn’t know what had happened. Did he all of a sudden remember all the reasons he’d been using to avoid me? Or had he figured out I was a virgin?

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I panted as Mo stilled. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled, forcing him to finish the deed. I needed to feel him inside me. My body burned with the need.

He blasted through until he filled me. I gasped, not in pain, but because I finally knew what it was like to have a man inside me. My body adjusted to him, making room, yet holding him tight. I couldn’t ever remember feeling like I was a part of another person. Not just the physical joining, but like we were now one.

He growled. “Jesus, are you a virgin?”

“No.” It wasn’t a lie, technically. Now that he was fully inside my body, I wasn’t a virgin. Not anymore, I wasn’t. I felt full and complete. His dick pulsed inside me. It was so amazing. Any pain I’d felt was now replaced with pleasure and an intense need. If he abandoned me now, I’d scream in frustration. “Please. Don’t stop.”

I tilted my pelvis, feeling him slip deeper inside me. Good God, it felt so good. I rocked, wanting more stimulus. Needing more contact.

He groaned and gripped my hips. “I’m going to hell.” He moved then. Long, slow strokes that felt beyond amazing as his dick lit up my pussy walls. “Jesus, you’re so tight.”

I gripped his hands, needing to hold on as he pushed me up and up, higher and higher until I was afraid that I’d come apart. My body moved with him in sync with his thrusts. I had no clue what to do, but my body seemed to know what I needed. What he needed. Each time he slid in, my pussy walls contracted and pleasure built. My body hummed with need.

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” he gasped as his fingers dug into my hips.

Pressure built and built. I recognized what it was from when I pleasured myself, but this felt bigger, more intense. I felt like I might come apart when the end finally came.

“Oh God, Mo…more, more, more.”

He released one hip, licked his thumb, and brushed it over my sensitive clit. Like a trigger, he shot me off to the stratosphere. Pleasure detonated, racing through my entire body. I tensed, holding my breath as my pussy clamped down around him like it planned to never let him go. I hoped it didn’t, because being like this with him was pure heaven.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groaned.

He plunged in and ground his hips against me, his dick deep inside me. Warm liquid filled my body. He was coming. Coming inside me. Emotion swept through me. Oh, how much I’d wanted this. Wanted this with him. The man I’d loved for so long.

He withdrew, then he thrust in again with another groan as his release overtook him. He did it a few more times before releasing my hips and planting his hands on either side of my body as he heaved in deep breaths.

Finally, he looked at me. When I used to dream of this moment, he’d finish and wrap me up in his arms, telling me he loved me. But that’s not what happened in reality. I looked up into his eyes, and I hated what I saw. In them, there was guilt. Regret. Maybe even anger.

I grabbed his arms. “This wasn’t wrong.” Desperation overcame me. I needed him to let go of his crazy ideas that this was wrong. How could it be when it felt so perfect?

He shook his head and jerked away from me. I felt the loss of his body immediately. It was like a cold freeze enveloped me where moments ago I’d felt warmth.

He pulled up his pants and kept his eyes averted from me. “Are you a virgin?”

“No.” Not anymore.