Fake Wife (Taming The Bad Boy Billionaire 8)

Our lips met with a quick rush. His tongue slid slowly across mine to part them before gently finding its way inside my mouth. My body melted, completely limp in his arms as I let him take control over me. A warm musk scent moved across my nostrils, hardness from flexed muscles squeezed against my soft skin, and his skillful warm tongue entangled with mine to become one.

Yes, this was what I’d waited for all these years.

The grip of his hands released from underneath me, dropping me to the softness of the mattress below. Charlie stood over me, his frame tall, tattooed, and delicious. His hand brushed the long, dark wavy hair from his shoulder, and then moved to his mouth where he scratched the scruff growing from his chin.

My body tingled with excitement. His chest was rippled with muscles. An eagle with open wings stared at me with crystal blue eyes between his pecks. My hand reached out, caressing the small patch of hair on his chest just above the bird’s head. His skin was so smooth, so warm.

Charlie leaned in, pushing my hand harder against his chest as his mouth made its way to my neck. Soft, gentle bites against my sensitive flesh brought my excitement to a new level, one I hadn’t anticipated.

“So you know what this means?” he asked.

“That we’re getting it on,” I said breathless. “Charlie, I thought you had more experience than this.”

He chuckled at my joke, then softly cupped my face. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. If we get it on, then sex is definitely back on the table.”

“Oh, you must be referring to our bar bet. Well, okay, you win. Because there’s no way I can say no to you right now.”

“Let me hear you say it,” he whispered in my ear.

I kissed his lips. “I’ll marry you. I promise there will be no dry spells in our marriage. No Sahara Desert for you.”

“Best damn news ever! Okay, let’s never mention the desert ever again.”

“Agreed. Now shut up and kiss me!”

His lips crashed into mine.

His fingers found the zipper on my dress, and he dragged it down, and spread the dark fabric apart, revealing my bare skin. Immediately, his hands roamed me, sending shivers throughout me like never before. He unhooked my bra with an easy flick of his fingers, and I shimmied out of it and the dress together, till I was standing before him in nothing but those lacy, black panties. He cursed under his breath in appreciation, and, to my surprise, the ever-confident Charlie seemed to shatter in the force of my gaze. He reached out to cup my breasts, and I sighed. Our kiss deepened as he held me close. We stepped backward, moving across the floor until my legs bumped the bed.

With his help, I crawled backward onto it, and he followed, not willing to let our lips be apart for a second. Sharp desire shot through my body as he lay back, covering me with his body. His kisses trailed lower, caressing every inch of my most sensitive flesh, moving across my stomach, then nibbling on my hip. I squirmed against him as want pooled low in my belly, begging for his touch. A chilly draft of air met me when he relieved me of my last stitch of clothing, but what happened next had my back arching, had me sucking in a breath.

He lowered his mouth and kissed my nipple, sucking it and sending bolts of sensation straight to my inner core and making me writhe. I needed to be consumed by him, wanted that more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. Gasping for air, Charlie left kisses along my sides and stomach again before he found my lips. His hands roamed my body, caressing my breasts, teasing my nipples, and sliding back between my legs.

He was enjoying teasing me, causing me to squirm from his touch. My hips bucked, rolled, and worked at gripping his cock as he pretended not to notice. His grin made it obvious he was aware of my need, of the ache my body felt from his torturous, delicious teasing.

“You want this bad, don’t you?” he chuckled with a deep vibration.

I bit the knuckle of my right index finger. “Oh my fuck

ing gosh!”

“How bad do you want me to fuck you?” he said.

“Badly,” I admitted, blushing immediately at my words.

“How bad?” he gasped, reaching between my legs to rub my throbbing flesh.

“I want you to fuck me as hard as you can,” I gasped. “I need you inside me right now. Please, baby, please.”

Charlie rested his erection at my entrance, teasing me a bit more. I moaned loudly as the girth of his manhood spread my tight flesh open and forced my hips to widen as he gently slid inside me.

He felt so damn good!

I opened my eyes, a look of shock, excitement, and surprise filled me as I stared at the man I’d dreamed about for so long. We then began moving in perfect rhythm. I couldn’t believe he was inside of me, fucking me, satisfying me, moving with a sensuous backward and forward rocking motion. We held each other and shared deep lingering kisses. He gazed deeply into my eyes, and I felt like I was staring straight into his soul. I felt this intimate connection. It was hard to explain, but we felt so close, so connected, and so comfortable.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good,” I gasped, rocking my hips toward him.

His hands gripped my ass cheeks, holding me in position as he thrust into me, deeper, harder, and with more intensity each time. I watched his eyes lingering between my legs. I knew he was watching his cock fill me up, enjoying every second of the imagery that was displayed before him. My head stretched upward, my eyes too lingered to watch the beauty of our bodies becoming one as he pushed deeper and deeper into me.