Fake Marriage Box Set

The sound alone was enough to put me on edge.

“God, you’re so fucking hot,” I whispered against his sack and sucked one of his balls into my mouth as I reached up to run my fingers through the small brown hair trailing from his bellybutton to his dick.

“Get a condom, Maddie,” he groaned out.

“Not yet.” I moved up and sucked on the tip, rolling my tongue around the swollen skin and teasing the opening until he was twitching with need beneath me.

“Stroke it. Stroke it hard.” He reached up and gripped his cock, stroking it as I swatted his hand away and took over, using my mouth and hand to bring him over the edge. He gushed cum, and I worked to not let a drop fall on his stomach below.

I couldn’t help but glance up and watch him in the throes of passion. Incredible. Someone I could fall in love with and likely would if I weren’t careful.

“Come here.” He motioned for me to crawl up his body.

I did, and he slid his fingers into the back of my hair, gripping it tightly as he pulled me down for a long, probing kiss. I was drunk on the flavor of his tongue by the time he pulled back.

“I want more of you,” I whispered against his mouth and closed my eyes, pretending that he might love me eventually. It was a pipe dream, but it sent me soaring.

“Take off your jeans and panties. Get up here and let me taste you.” His eyes were filled with a passion that couldn’t be fabricated.

“Okay.” I got off of him and undressed quickly, afraid that I might fuck up the moment if I didn’t keep us in it. “You want my bra off?”

“Stop asking questions and get naked for fuck’s sake,” he barked and reached for me as I moved back down, unsure of what position he wanted me in. The way his eyes ran across me and his cock twitched left my heart racing. Why did this mean so much to me? Why did I want him to want me so bad?

Guilt. It was all because somehow him liking me, or finding pleasure buried

deep inside of me might help ease my guilt. That and he was beautiful. It felt like being pressed against a hero, a strong, good man. Something I would most likely never have.

“Straddle me and turn the other way. You get back to sucking me off, and I’ll take good care of you.”

I nodded, not wanting to mess up anything. Moving on him, I turned my back to him and inched down his body until I was on all fours, hovered above his slick cock. I leaned down and brushed my tongue down the thick vein that ran along the base of his erection and moaned at the flavor of him.

Strong hands ran up the back of my thighs and gripped my ass, pulling me down to his waiting tongue.

“Fuck,” I cried out as he licked through my folds ever so slowly.

“You’re so wet. I didn’t figure you to be the naughty type, Maddie,” he mumbled and sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue slapping against it fast and hard.

It wasn’t going to take much and I’d be flying over the edge.

I leaned down and busied myself with sucking him off again as he used his tongue and fingers to open me up and drown me in ecstasy. The brush of his thumb by my ass caused me to cry out, the sound lost around the thick shaft in my mouth.

“Mmmhmmm… That’s it. Come for me.” He pulled me back down and finished the job, driving me insane with lust as I bucked against him.

He came with me, filling my mouth once again and leaving us both panting. I collapsed on top of him and kissed the top of his thigh, snuggling against him.

“You taste so good,” I mumbled and rubbed his hip before brushing my face alongside his cock one more time. “You want more?”

“No. Get off.” He patted the side of my ass.

His tone let me know that I was the only one thinking that passion might save whatever relationship was dying between us. He felt nothing.

“Yeah. Sure.” I got up and moved to my knees beside him, trying to look as sexy as I could.

He didn’t glance my way as he got up and grabbed his clothes. “Leave the food if you want. I’ll clean it up in the morning.”

“Gavin.” I sounded a little bit needier than I wanted to, but the dull ache inside of me had roared to life again. Was he really going to leave me sitting in the living room naked after our passionate love making?

I surely deserved it, but I couldn’t help but hurt over the idea of him being so cold.