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My Fake Fiance's Secret Baby

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Specifically, the memory of her legs open on the edge of her bed, inviting me to pleasure her. That thought wouldn’t leave my mind

Shae’s thighs were so shapely. Her skin was soft under my hands as I ran my fingers up and down her legs, before dropping to my knees and coming face to face with her delicate folds. I had brushed them gently, like flower petals, teasing them pink and watching her pussy open for me as her desire increased.

Leaning forward, I touched her with the very tip of my tongue, enough to taste the cleanness of her skin and the barest honey of her juices. That simple touch had caused Shae to moan. Her hips thrust forward a bit, begging me to go deeper. Using my thumb, I brushed over the hard bud of her clit. It tensed under my touch. I traced my tongue in a straight line up her folds, dipping into her pussy, but just barely.

She had gotten wetter under my efforts. Her juices glazed her skin, enough for me to lick off and taste her good. Her pussy was really sweet. I could feel the vibration as she moaned while I licked her, and the tension in her core increased.

My cock got rock-solid, just thinking about it. I tried to ignore it at first, but it got to the point that action was required. Doing my best to focus on happy thoughts, mainly featuring oral sex with Shae, I rubbed my dick, teasing my shaft, but that wasn’t enough.

I wanted Shae again so badly that I could barely hold back. Using a rough hand, I gripped my cock in a strangle-hold, pumping hard, moving my soft skin, and rubbing my palm over the head. None of this felt as good as Shae’s pussy. It was all I could do, though.

She had felt like warm velvet when I had thrust that first finger inside of her. It was tight, but I twirled a bit, pushing her open gently until I could fit another finger inside of her. Both of my knuckles rubbed on her interior walls, bumping over her g-spot until it quivered under my touch. Licking on her clit, I fucked her hard with my fingers, feeling her pussy tense around me, telling me how much she liked it.

Shae’s moans filled the room. As I remembered each murmur and wail, I pumped my straining dick. I wanted to put it into her again. Her body had clenched me so tight, even when it was just my fingers fucking her.

When she came the first time, it was awesome. Her thighs clamped onto my head, her pussy gripped my fingers, and her clit quivered under my tongue. All the motion caused her back to arch. Shae came so hard for me. Her whole body clamped down then released, pushing out a spray of juice into my face.

Remembering her pleasure sent me over the top. Gasping, I came. Unloading my dick in hard squirts that fell down to the shower floor. It was little relief. Nothing would feel as good as Shae. I needed her body again. I needed to be inside of her.

Chapter Five

Shae

It took a moment to catch my breath. I would be lying if I said it wasn’t a shock. I was sure that things had been going really well, and we were connecting. Even Jeepers liked Chris, and my kitten didn’t seem to like anyone. Aden joked that Jeepers was my guard cat.

Perhaps Chris just wanted sex or more of a Friends-With-Benefits situation, with reading and tea and the occasional, or even a regular, fuck. I was pretty sure I could handle that. I had already spent years tied to the same guy, who turned out to be a loser. I didn’t think that would happen with Chris, but maybe it was better not to take the risk. Perhaps I wasn’t really ready to get serious again, even if it was the best sex of my life. At least, that was what I told myself as I got ready for my next shift at work.

There was something about a twelve-hour shift at the ER that put things into perspective. Not only in terms of the pliability of labor laws but also what is seen as a real problem.

I zombie-walked back into the lobby of my building, noticing that there was mail in my box. I hauled it all out and relocked the box, planning on dealing with it all later, after I’d had some time to sleep.

That had been the plan up until I had spotted the letter from my mother. Her precise, looping handwriting unmistakable. The fact that she regularly used a pen with purple ink and scented all correspondence with lavender also dead giveaways.

It wouldn’t be fair to say my mother was domineering. She never made anyone do anything that they didn’t want to do. Not directly anyway, but when she made up her mind about something, the only real options were to go along with it or get out of the way. Even if she was absolutely wrong. Especially then.


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