Fake Marriage Box Set

Before I could say a word, she turned and strode off down the hall in the direction of the bedroom, shaking that pretty behind.

I jumped up and followed her, pulling open the belt on my jeans as I ran to the bedroom.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Emma

Saturday

I didn’t have to wait long for Pete. I sat patiently on the bed, my shorts on the floor next to my feet, reclining back on my hands, wearing just my panties. I’d meant to keep my bra on, too — this set was new, and I wanted him to enjoy it for a minute before he took it off — but I’d been drunk on the desire on his face and wanted to make him burn even hotter watching me.

I heard the sound of a chair sliding across the floor in the kitchen, followed by Pete’s heavy, running footsteps. He came hurrying down the hall, his open belt dangling as he unzipped his pants. He kicked his shoes off, not taking his eyes off of me. It thrilled me to see how excited he got at the sight of me. And, I loved to see him out of his clothes, too, his smooth, sun-kissed muscles, the hair on his chest bleached golden brown.

I’d never felt that with anyone else, that deep well of need.

While I watched, an amused smile on my face that I hoped was sexy, too, he stripped off his jeans and shirt. He stood in front of me for a few long seconds, just watching, his chest rising and falling with his short breaths, dressed in a pair of boxers, his hard cock sticking straight out.

“You forgot a piece of clothing,” I said.

Without a word, he slid out of his boxers, freeing that long, thick cock that I found so delicious to look at. I bit my bottom lip, mesmerized by it for a few seconds, the need stirring between my legs, a gush of wetness soaking into my panties.

“You forgot some clothing, too,” Pete said, his voice a deep rumble between us. His hand dropped to close over his cock, moving it back and forth as he watched me.

I stood, slipped off my panties slowly, and sat back down again, keeping my knees demurely together, ladylike — except for the fact I was naked as the day I was born.

He came to me slowly, his hand moving over himself with such a steady rhythm I found it difficult to meet his eyes. He was so beautiful standing there in front of me. I wanted to remember him just this way, tucking the memory where I could find it when I desperately needed it later. I didn’t want to think about losing him, not now, but it had happened to both of our daddys, hadn’t it? Big Tom was right. You had to hold on to the good things when you were lucky enough to find them.

“You’re so beautiful,” Pete whispered, sinking onto the bed next to me.

He drew me into a kiss, one hand curling around the back of my neck to guide me closer, while the other closed over my breast, kneading hungrily. His tongue pressing into my mouth stoked the heat between my legs. I wanted him more now than I ever had over the last few weeks. I pulled him down on top of me, opening my legs so he could fit his hips neatly inside them, the head of his cock pressing into the throbbing, wet center of all that heat.

I ran my hands down his muscular back, loving the feel of him even as he denied me what I wanted most at that moment: to have him press inside me in a flurry of blissful pleasure, his deep thrusts bringing me to climax.

He scooted back a little, his mouth dropping onto one my erect nipples and sucking hard. I arched my back into him, moaning. I took him by his thick, soft hair, closing my fists over it. He moved to the other nipple, kissing it before he closed his lips around it and sucked with gentle, loving force. I cried out a little at the pressure of his teeth nibbling, the pleasure rushing through me.

“I want you inside me,” I whispered, and he nibbled my nipple harder. Gasping, I tilted my hips, trying to entice him with my pulsing hot sex. I was so wet for him, so ready.

He brought his lips to mine, kissing hard, our tongues deep in each other’s mouths. I wanted to devour every inch of him. I wanted him to sink himself into me as deep as he would go.

He took himself in hand and rubbed the tip of his cock between my legs, pressing through my lips to feel the wet heat just outside of my shivering entrance. I opened my knees, not wanting to give him a reason to stop.

“Mmm, Emma,” he moaned. “You’re soaking wet.”

He entered me slowly, teasingly, his cock going in halfway before coming out again.

I moaned at the denial. “Go all the way,” I whispered. The heat had risen to my cheeks. I was flushed and shivering. That itch between my legs was so close to being satisfied by the feeling of him filling me up. I’d never burned so hot for anyone.

He bucked his hips, burying himself into me up to the hilt. I shrieked with the ecstasy exploding inside me, hot as my desire for him. Every thrust stoked that heat, and the blissful pressure built inside me, that need for sweet release. A moan rumbled in Pete’s throat as he pushed inside me, and I cried out again with the climax that squeezed my entire body like a vice, the tingling prickling over my skin as the blood rushed to my face.

I ran my hands down his back to take hold of his muscular ass, trying to pull him inside of me as deeply as he would go. I tilted my hips, wanting every inch of him, that delicious itch inside me almost satisfied. He groaned behind clenched teeth, his muscles rigid, his hips bucking sharply into mine, and his cock buried. He shuddered, drawing a gasp from me, the straining muscles shivering beneath my hands.

We relaxed together, our bodies slick with sweat, the air steamy in the room, the scent of our lovemaking settling over us, so sweet in my nostrils, as we caught our breath. I loved the smell of him, of us together, and the way my heartbeat slowed the more my shivering muscles relaxed.

Pete slid to lie on his side on the bed, keeping one arm draped over me. I sighed, letting my eyes drift shut. I didn’t want to fall asleep here — I needed to get some things done back at my house tonight — but I was happy to be next to him. He kissed the side of my face with moist lips, and I couldn’t help my smile.

“You never answered me before,” I said, keeping my voice low. I liked this quiet time after we’d been together.

“What do you mean?” he whispered, directly into my ear.