Fake Marriage Box Set

“Fuck me. I knew it would be this good,” he murmured before withdrawing and plunging in again and again. The powerful thrusts rubbed against that swollen nub. The repeated motion created that now familiar sensation that started in my toes and spiraled out through the rest of my body.

“Ready?” he murmured softly into my mouth.

I nodded, unable to speak. He withdrew, leaving me feeling empty before slowly pushing in. Sweet ecstasy zipped through my body, penetrating me to my very core. I felt him coming; his body began pushing harder and faster as his climax took over. He was out of control. I rode it out with him, squeezing every hard inch of him, milking him until the last drop.

“Sweet Jesus,” he said, kissing me before rolling to the side.

I was left speechless and spent.

“Stay,” he said, barely above a whisper.

“I can’t. I have to go home, Ian. We have class in the morning, and my car is in your driveway,” I reminded him.

I managed to get up, standing on legs that felt like butter. It was a delicious sensation, and I knew I was going to sleep well. I quickly dressed, while he watched me.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I told him, giving him a quick kiss and making a hasty exit. The ride home was filled with replays and plenty of doubts. I prayed everything would work out. One beautiful night of glorious sex did not make up for the past four years of my education being wiped away.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Ian

This is hell. Sweet hell. The torture is brutal. I took a deep breath, steeling my resolve against her. From the very second she breezed into class, I had been battling a painful erection. Thank God I wore loose fitting slacks. I couldn’t stand and pace the room like I normally did. I could take out an eye.

“Are you okay?” she quietly asked, bringing me the papers she had collected from the students. Usually, I would do the collecting and deliver them to her, but I couldn’t get up.

I looked at her. “Fine. Hard, actually,” I whispered so only she can hear.

A light blush spread across her face, only serving to make my condition worse. I groaned, but quickly covered the sound with a clearing of my throat.

She smiled, looked at me and said, “Sorry, I’ll keep my distance.”

“It won’t help,” I muttered.

Nothing, save having her again, would make this minor problem go away. Last night I had slept like the dead, but awoke to a raging hard-on. The image of Tessa naked beneath me kept popping into my mind. I glanced over at her, sitting at her desk writing, and I remembered what she tasted like. I wanted to see that beautiful, bare golden skin again. Her perfect, pert breasts made my mouth go dry thinking about lavishing them with my tongue again.

I managed to get through the first class, and during the break in between, she claimed to need to run errands. I was only a little concerned she was afraid to be alone with me. It was probably a good thing she left. My body needed a break. My brain was starving for blood, considering everything had been running south since I woke this morning.

“You doing better?” she asked, pausing at my desk.

I looked up and had to laugh. “I was.”

Another beautiful blush. “Here. I brought you some hot coffee. Hopefully, that will help cool your jets, big boy.” She winked before heading off to her desk.

A string of students came in the door and once again, I was forced to get through another class with her near me, but off limits. My strength was fading fast. I couldn’t wait a minute longer and dismissed the class, gifting them with a slightly early release.

She was at her desk packing up when I walked to the door, slammed it shut, and locked it before pulling all of the blinds o

n the windows. She was standing next to my desk, watching me move around the room. I could see the look of confusion and expectation on her face.

Once the last blind was pulled, I stalked towards her. My mission obvious.

“Ian,” she said a second before I grabbed her and kissed her hard and fast. I greedily sucked on her lips, plunged my tongue into her mouth and tasted her. I knew I was ravaging her, but I was helpless to stop.

“Ian,” she said, out of breath. “We have to be careful,” she moaned while I sucked on her neck, desperately trying to get to her breasts. My hands frantically pulled her shirt up and found the treasure I had sought.

“I can’t get enough of you,” I told her, meaning every word. “I want you right here. On my desk.”

She moaned, threw her head back and gave me free access to her body. Why today of all days did she wear jeans? I could be plunging into her right now if she’d worn a dress.