Fake Marriage Box Set

I lay back flat, trying to keep from just grabbing hold of her like a man possessed. My feelings were welling up inside me — all that hot need boiling in the blood racing furiously through my veins — and fit to burst. But the last thing I wanted was to scare her off again. I thanked my lucky stars for the darkness that hid the growing bulge in my pants. I wanted her so bad, I could barely think straight.

“I’m glad you came to dinner tonight,” I whispered.

She looked down at me, her eyes so wide and dark. “I’m glad, too.” Her voice had changed. She scooted closer, her bare knee touching my leg. “I almost didn’t.”

I scrunched my eyebrows together, never breaking eye contact. “Why not?”

She shrugged her tiny shoulders. “I don’t really remember.” Without another word, she slid her leg over my body, sitting down on my lap, the hard shape of my cock nestling right into the heat between her legs. I was too stunned to move. Too stunned to even speak. But she didn’t wait for me. She leaned down and kissed me, her lips on mine better than the whole sky full of stars over our heads.

Chapter Eighteen

Emma

Saturday

I sat up again, ending the kiss. I could feel how hard Pete was, his cock grinding into me through his pants, so I bucked my hips a little to draw an excited gasp from him. I’d told myself not to let anything happen tonight, to just eat my meal and go, but dinner had changed everything.

It was the way he’d talked about his life and his daddy. The passion he had for the farm. The warm look in his eyes whenever he’d glanced at me. I sat through that meal, sharing things I’d never told anyone, coming a little more undone the longer I listened to his deep, sexy voice. I told myself to wait for the perfect opportunity, promising to leave at the end of the night if it never did. But then that perfect moment had presented itself, as if I’d planned it that way from the beginning.

He sat up, shifting me so my crotch rubbed over the stiff shape in his jeans, only harder this time. Moaning, he kissed me again, much deeper than before. I closed my eyes, melting into the heat in his mouth and the feeling of his hips rising to press himself further into me. I rocked harder, increasing that pressure. He moaned into my mouth, his tongue venturing further as his hands dropped to my hips to keep me gliding over his lap.

I pulled at the bottom of his t-shirt, only taking my mouth from his to wrench it over his head. His hands moved to my knees, clutching hard before they traveled up my leg. I dipped my head to kiss him again, more aggressively this time, my tongue pressing into his mouth and toying with his own.

I couldn’t get enough of the taste of him. His hands paused on my thighs, massaging them as that heat inside me grew. My skin tingled at his touch. The itch was back between my legs. And now I that I knew how well he could scratch it, I never wanted him to stop.

I rubbed my sex more firmly against the hard length of his cock. I wanted him out of his pants and on top of me. As he worked his fingers under my dress, I unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. I reached through his boxers to take his firm, warm cock in hand, squeezing a little.

He made the most erotic sound I’d ever heard, a gasping, groaning sound that got me even hotter than I already was. I didn’t understand why I’d even considered denying myself what I so clearly wanted and needed. I closed my fist around his cock and moved my hand up and down slowly, loving how his hips rose and fell to match that teasing motion.

He took me by the back of my neck and brought my lips to his, kissing hard enough to draw the breath from me without putting it back again. I couldn’t breathe, but I kept up that slow pumping motion and didn’t pull away from him. The fingers of his free hand were inches from the pulsing center of all that luscious heat building under my skin.

I slid off of his lap, pulling my fingers and my lips away from him. But I didn’t go far. I reached under my dress and slid off my panties while he watched, breathing heavily, his fingers running over my bare arm.

“Pull your jeans down,” I whispered, trying for a commanding, sultry tone.

He rocked back on his butt and lifted his legs, yanking his jeans down to his knees and freeing that long, gorgeous cock. I didn’t get the chance to appreciate the sight of it sticking straight up in the moonlight before he took me by the arms and pulled me on top of him again.

I locked lips with him, drawing him into a deep, passionate kiss. I lifted up on my knees, hovering over his lap, and reached between my legs for his cock. Taking it by the base, I directed the head to the throbbing heat of my sex. I was so wet already, so prepared to swallow him whole. I sank onto him slowly, my lips parting to let him in. He groaned into my mouth, and his kisses got deeper. His hands found my hips again, pressing me down onto his cock.

Now it was my turn to groan as he entered me completely. I sat down onto his lap, pushing him even further inside me, the tingling turning into sharp stabs of pure pleasure. I rocked my hips, his hands moving onto my ass and squeezing to keep me going, the friction of our crotches rubbing furiously together causing its own pleasurable sensations. Our lips broke apart, both of us breathless as I kept that rough rhythm, jerking my hips hard as I came forward, sinking him into me up to the hilt. I wanted him deeper. I

wanted to explode with the agonizing passion I felt, the nerves firing between my legs and traveling upwards. The way he filled me completely was a luscious sensation — one I didn’t want to end.

“Emma,” he gasped. “Fuck.”

I rode him harder, snapping my hips firmly and wrapping my arms around his neck to steady myself. I could feel the painfully delicious tingling building with every stroke of his cock against my throbbing, soaking wet walls. I went harder, screaming behind clenched teeth, my arms tightening on Pete’s neck as he gasped beneath me, his hands clutching my hips painfully to keep me going as fast as he wanted.

The orgasm exploded warm and prickly between my legs, the sensation clenching my entire body, so hard my cheeks tingled. The tense muscles in my legs released and I sank forward onto him, gasping for breath, the aftereffect of my climax moving through me, making it difficult to do anything but succumb to it and my sudden exhaustion.

His hands ventured further underneath my dress, pushing it free of my hips. His fingers found the back of my bra and unfastened it while I continued to catch my breath, my hot mouth on his bare shoulder. His fingers rubbed over my nipples, the callouses scratching the tips. I gasped and sucked harder on his shoulder. I swore I could taste the sunshine on his skin. He was warm and salty from sitting outside. I never wanted to take my mouth off of him.

He wrapped his arm around my back and twisted his body, bringing me up and around quickly. I cleaved to him as he set me gently onto my back on the blanket, my knees on either side of his hips. He leaned over onto me, the slick head of his cock pressing into my sex. I lifted my hips in invitation, staring up at him, my breaths coming short and jagged.

“I want you,” I whispered, reaching for him. I locked my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. But he balanced onto his elbows, keeping himself from entering me just yet. He reached for his cock, rubbing it up and down my moist lips, drawing tortured moans from me. “Stop teasing.”

He laughed and pressed himself into me a little more, my lips parting only slightly. He was driving me out of my mind.

I grabbed his ass and pulled. My hungry sex swallowed a single inch of him. But I wanted so much more — I wanted everything.