Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

“Yes,” she said on a gasp.

“Bite them?” I gently took the hard nipple between my teeth and tugged.

“Oh God, yes.” Her hands held my head to her.

“Does it make you wet?” I lifted the skirt of her dress and slid my fingers between her thighs. She was soaking, and I groaned as the scent of her arousal reached my nostrils. Need to pound inside her flared hot and wild through my bloodstream, but I tamped it down.

“Yes.” She made a sound that was a cross between a moan and a whimper. “I need you.”

“Need me where?” I asked as I nibbled on her other nipple and gently stroked her pussy over her panties.

“Inside me.” Her hands went to my belt buckle and then undid my slacks. She freed my dick. “I want to suck you, Mo. Teach me how.”

Ah, fuck. How I didn’t come at those words from her lips, I didn’t know. “Another time, my sweet.” I wanted to lay her back on the desk and fuck her hard, but realizing this was all still new to her and wanting to give her a different experience, I took her hand and led her to a chair.

I sat down. “Straddle me, Brooke. Ride me.”

Her blue eyes blazed with the same wild heat I felt coursing through my body. I guided her over me.

“Take your time,” I said, holding my cock so she could fit herself over it.

She lowered down, and our mutual groans filled the room. I had a second to wonder if anyone could hear us. I was certain Wyatt fucked Sinclair in her office on occasion, but I never heard it, so I had to hope the office was soundproof because there was no way I was stopping now.

“Ah, Brooke. You feel so fucking good.” My arms held her hips, and I leaned forward to suck her magnificent tits again. “Do you like it?”

“Yes.” Her hips rocked, and I cursed as electricity shot to the tip of my dick. “What do I do?”

“Whatever you want. Ride me. Rock over me. Squeeze. I’m going to come no matter what. I’m going to come so hard. I do every time with you.” A part of me thought I’d regret giving all this to her, but another part of me knew she deserved it. She needed to know what she did to me. I might think it was wrong, but it didn’t change how she made me feel, and she had the right to know.

22

Brooke

Oh my God. I’d never felt Mo’s dick so deep inside me before. Straddling him, with my weight bearing down, he felt huge, like he filled up the very soul of me. I rocked, putting pressure on my pussy while his dick throbbed inside me. It was nearly perfect. Only nearly because I couldn’t be sure that when it was all over with, he wasn’t going to self-flagellate again and storm off.

But there was something different about this time. He was saying things to me that suggested he’d given in to what he was feeling. They weren’t words of love, but they were admissions of his desire. They were a sexy talk he’d never done before. I wanted to believe it meant that something between us was changing for the better, even as my rational, cautious self warned me against thinking that.

His hands cupped my breasts, and he alternated his mouth on them. Each time he sucked, my pussy contracted, and I rocked. It was almost as if he was the one dictating what my body did. I didn’t have to do anything. Automatically, it did what it needed to do to draw out the pleasure. It coiled tighter and tighter until I was panting and writhing with need.

I gripped his shoulders. I wanted to ride him, but I didn’t have good enough purchase because my feet barely reached the floor. So, instead, I rocked and bounced. Faster, faster, faster.

“Fuck, yes,” he gasped. “So fucking good. Ride my cock, Brooke.”

I loved his words. They showed Mo was as lost in the sensations as I was. He urged me on.

“You’re gonna make me come,” he said. “Do you want that? Do you want me to come in you?”

“Yes,” I managed to say as I strained to reach for my release. I gripped his shoulders tighter. I dropped my head back.

“Squeeze my cock,” he growled. “Fuck, I’m coming, I’m coming…here it is.”

His finge

r brushed over my clit, and just as I felt the first spray of warmth from his body enter mine, my own climax rocked through me.

“Mo!” I cried out.

“That’s right. Come on me, baby.”