Fake Marriage (Contemporary Romance Box Set)

I groaned as my dick, already erect, grew even more. I slid my hand along her cheek as I pulled her head to mine, fusing my lips to hers. Holy shit, she tasted like sweet perfection. I was the one that was drunk now.

My other hand slid around her back and pulled her against me. I wanted her to feel what she did to me. How hard I was. How needy I was for her.

Thank fuck, she wrapped her arms around me and slanted her lips to take the kiss deeper as she ground her pelvis against my dick. Jesus, I was about to come in my pants. That hadn’t happened since I first started puberty.

“Take the full payment,” she whispered as she lightly bit my ear.

I growle

d. “I’m fucking dying for you.”

“Me too,” she gasped.

I maneuvered her to the table, while my hands pulled her knit top over her head and tossed it aside.

Her tits were spectacular, just like I knew they’d be. Large. Round. Soft. Her nipples strained against the pretty lace.

“You have amazing tits,” I said. “I’ve wanted to suck them since the moment you sent me that picture.”

I removed her bra and drew a nipple into my mouth. She moaned in a mixture of pleasure and frustrating need. She reached for my pants but I pushed her hands away.

“Not yet,” I said in a raspy voice, as I undid her jeans. “I’m taking my down payment first.”

“I need—”

“I’m going to take care of you, I promise.”

I shoved her pants and panties down and then stood back to take a long look at my lovely woman. She crossed her hands over her breasts, like she was embarrassed. What the fuck for? She was magnificent. Whoever that dumbfuck who left at the alter was, he was the biggest idiot in the world.

“Don’t. Don’t ever cover your perfection.” I let out a small gasp I took her in from her strawberry haired head down over her body to her pink tipped toenails. “You’re one fucking glorious curve after another.”

“I want to see you,” she said.

“You will.” It was quite possible my dick was sticking out of my waistband for her to see.

I moved to her pushing her toward the table. “Let me get a good look at your sweet pussy, Holly.” I helped her up to sit on the table, and then pushed her thighs open as I dropped to my knees.

Her pussy glistened. I inhaled taking in her scent. I pushed her thighs open wider, and then I dragged my tongue through her pussy lips to her clit.

“Oh God,” she moaned.

“You’re delicious Holly.”

She was like an aphrodisiac. I hooked my arms under her thighs and stood, pushing her back slightly and forcing her to lay on the table. “I’m going to eat you up. Hold on Holly. I’m really hungry.”

I leaned over and pushing her thighs open wider, I devoured her. I went down on her like a starving man having a first meal. My tongue swirled and lapped, and then I thrusted it inside her. She writhed as my mouth worked her up and up. Her hips rocked like they were fucking my mouth.

“Please,” she whimpered.

“Do you need to come?” I asked, giving her a reprieve by trailing little kisses along her inner thigh.

She gripped my head, pulling me back to her pussy. “Yes. Yes, make me come. I need to come.”

“Give me your sweet juices, Holly.” I suckled her clit and then used my tongue to thrust inside her, swirling it around her sweet pussy walls while my thumb flicked back and forth over her clit.

Her body went taut and then shuddered, releasing her delicious pussy juice on my tongue.

“Mmm.” I stayed with her, bringing her down from her orgasm. But I wasn’t done with her. Once she had a moment to catch her breath, I inserted one finger, then two inside her pussy, feeling the walls contract around them. My dick screamed out at the unfairness that my fingers got to experience her body. I ignored him, as I sucked on her clit and once again, she cried out, her body convulsing as another orgasm rocked through her.