Fake Marriage Box Set

“I can’t,” he said, a moment before he spun me around, tugging my dress down, only to get hung up on the belt around my waist.

“Tessa!” he said in a frantic voice so filled with desire. “Take off the fucking belt, or I swear to God I’ll tear this dress off you.”

My hands quickly went to my waist, fumbling to undo the clasp. I wanted to please him in every way, and if that meant breaking my pretty little belt, so be it. It finally gave way, and his hands were tugging my dress down. Within seconds, I was standing there in my lacy black thong and my high heel shoes. Nothing else. I felt like the sexiest woman in the whole world.

He stood back, admiring my body a moment before he pulled off his shirt. I lunged at him, undoing the button fly on his jeans. I started to kick off my heels, but he stopped me.

“Leave them,” he said, in a guttural tone that sent a shiver of need racing down my spine. I nodded, waiting for him to make the next move.

He stripped down to his boxers, and I got a brief look at his chest with the tiny trail of hair down his flat stomach. I wanted to lick that area, but it would have to wait. Ian was not in the state of mind to play much longer. His green eyes were dark and filled with desire.

“I’m ready,” I whispered when he stepped closer to me, tentatively at first before succumbing to the raging need we both felt.

I could feel him shaking as his hands moved to my hips and he pulled me in close before grinding his erection into my center. His mouth came down on mine as he pushed me back the few inches to his bed. When my legs connected with the mattress, his hand moved to the small of my back as he lowered me down with great care, as if I were a fragile piece of glass.

I scooted back on the bed, and my hands ran up and down his sides before I grabbed his very tight ass and pulled him into me. My legs opened, giving him unobstructed access. His mouth dropped to my left breast. The sensation nearly drove me over the edge. My hands were on his back, clawing, kneading in time with the sucking and kissing.

My body needed him, and it needed all of him now. I hooked my thumbs in his briefs and started to tug them down. He refused to move enough for me to get them off. I took matters into my own hands—literally. I squeezed my hand between our bodies, found what I was looking for and carefully cupped him in my hand before running my closed hand up the length of him. I gently rubbed my finger over his tip and smiled when I felt that first drop of moisture.

He bucked, giving me enough leeway to tug the briefs down low enough. I deftly used the heels of my shoes to pull his underwear the rest of the way down his long legs.

He stopped licking my nipple and met my eyes. “That was talent right there. How attached are you to these panties?” he asked, running a hand between us and over the small patch of fabric hiding my core. The touch was nothing more than a gentle stroke, but it was nearly my undoing.

I couldn’t speak. I moved my head back and forth on the bed, giving him permission to do as he pleased. My hand went back to his cock and squeezed before sliding up and down once and then twice. He got the message. I heard a small tear and felt the string that went around my hips go tight a brief second before I felt nothing at all. I was bare. I grabbed him again, trying to pull him in. He arched up and away from my hand and where I needed him.

My body immediately thrust upwards, demanding he dive in.

“Not yet,” he groaned, reaching down to part my folds. “Holy fuck, you’re so wet.”

I murmured something; I don’t even know what. I knew I was. I was beyond ready for him. His finger softly probed, but he refused to push in.

“Please,” I whispered.

“Not yet,” he said again, keeping his finger slightly in, but refusing to go any further.

The pleasure coming from that one finger alone was making me delirious. I arched my back, enough to slide the finger in an inch more. He moved upward, pressing the inserted finger against my clit before using his thumb to apply pressure on top.

“Oh. My. God!” I screamed, unable to stop the climax that had me bucking against him, my head writhing back and forth on the bed.

He didn’t move; he kept his thumb and finger where they were, pushing against the swollen nub.

“That’s one,” he whispered, withdrawing his finger, trailing it up my stomach leaving a wet trail behind. He dropped his head to my belly and began to lick where his finger had traced up my body, stopping between my breasts. He blew on the area, igniting my passion all over again. I wanted to pleasure him, but I couldn’t move. My body was still limp from the climax that had caused me to do something I had never done before—scream out in pleasure. I wasn’t a screamer, but Ian seemed to draw it out of me.

He began another trail of delicate kisses over my entire torso before he slowly made his way back down. I instinctively jerked away. It was too intimate. I couldn’t let—

“Ohhh,” I wailed as his mouth closed over me. His tongue split me in two, deftly finding that oh-so-sensitive spot. He began sucking, gently and then hard, then plied me with kisses. My toes were curling in the shoes he insisted I keep on. My body was so taut I had a brief thought that my bones might shatter.

My undoing was the moment he slid a finger in before he licked that tiny kernel. I screamed again as the climax rolled over me. I felt as if I were caught in a tidal wave. My body was bucking and thrashing uncontrollably as he lapped and suckled at me.

I was spent. I couldn’t move my arms. My legs felt like pudding. Every inch of my body was tingling and hypersensitive. Even the blanket under me was causing me to squirm.

His mouth was back on mine, and I could taste myself.

“You taste so sweet, Tessa, I could eat you for days,” he whispered before moving to my neck.

My legs went around him, pulling him towards me. “Now, Ian. Please, I need to feel you inside me,” I begged.

“Now, Tessa,” he said, a split second before he lunged so hard it scooted me up the bed several inches.