Page 70 of His Fake Fiancé

Never in his life had he thought he’d see Claire on her knees for him, and he had no fucking idea why. She was a goddess. A perfect, fucking goddess and, even though he didn’t deserve her, he was going to savor this moment.

“Yeah.” He breathed the response and gently scraped his nails against her scalp. Goosebumps sprung out along her neck. His mouth watered to taste her skin, to run his tongue along the smooth expanse, nip and kiss until she was writhing against him.

She slid his foreskin back, completely exposing the head of his cock. It was purple and swollen. She trailed her gaze down, down, down and licked her lips. His cock twitched at the sight of her tongue, and her eyes widened. He couldn’t stop a deep, rough chuckle from escaping.

“You going to put that talented tongue to use, angel?” The words were low, intimate. The pink along her cheekbones darkened. “Suck me deep?”

She leaned forward and licked the head like a lollipop. Sensation streaked from the point of contact and up his spine, making his entire body shiver. A low, deep groan rumbled out of his chest.

She did it again and again, sending sparks skipping along his nerve endings. He curved the hand in her hair around to the back of her head and urged her forward. She took the hint, opening her mouth and engulfing his cock.

He hissed out a breath, the hot, wet heat of her mouth so insanely good, his brain short circuited. She swirled her tongue around the head. His thighs and ass tightened, the urge to rock into her mouth overwhelming. He managed to hold back, even though it was one of the hardest things he could ever remember doing.

She started to bob her head, her hand still wrapped around the base of his cock. Her other hand landed on his thigh, her fingers digging into his flesh. It felt hard enough to leave a bruise, and he fucking loved it. She built up a rhythm between her hand and her mouth, worshiping every inch of his cock.

He threaded his free hand through her hair, not forcing or coaxing her, just holding on. She had her eyes closed, and he wasn’t sure why, but he didn’t like it. He brushed the hair off her forehead and her eyes fluttered open.

“Look at me, angel” he said, his voice a deep and dirty rumble. “I want to see those gorgeous blue eyes while you suck me.”

She blinked a couple of times, and then lifted her gaze to his. Her pupils had eaten up most of the blue, her eyes lust filled and glassy. Her lips were stretched wide over his cock. It was so fucking hot, it sent off that telltale tingle at the base of his spine.

There was no way that was happening.

With a groan, he eased her back and off his cock.

Her eyebrows drew together in the cutest little frown. “What?” she said, her voice breathy and hoarse. “Did I do something wrong?”

He rubbed at the crease between her brows with his fingertips, and chuckled, although the sound was strangled. “No, angel” he said. “It’s the opposite. And I don’t want to come just yet.”

“Oh, okay.” She nodded, although her cheeks exploded with more color. Which was a feat, since, between her being turned on and him teasing her, he didn’t think she could get any more flushed. Just another mystery he never would have guessed about her. Just how sweet and sexy she was.

She licked her lips and then caught the corner of her bottom lip between her teeth. He groaned again and urged her to her feet. She scrambled up and smoothed her hands over her skirt. It was so fucking cute, almost innocent, he couldn’t help himself.

He bent down and captured her lips, crushing his mouth to hers. She thrust her tongue against his, not waiting for him. She tasted like sin and sex. He slid his hands down her sides and grabbed her hips. She wrapped her arms around his neck, arching her back and pressing her breasts into his chest. Her nipples were hard, the pointed little beads rubbing against him, even through her clothes. Clothes she was wearing far too many of.

He walked her backwards, toward the bed, while reaching down and pulling her skirt up around her hips. The backs of his fingers skimmed along one of her thighs and she shivered. He pulled away from the kiss, albeit reluctantly. She chased his lips, clearly also reluctant to stop, brushing hers against his again.

He kissed her, soft and quick, and then pulled away again. She pouted, actually pouted at him, bottom lip stuck out and everything. He chuckled and, unable to resist, bent his head down and nipped at her lip with his teeth.

She made a humming sound in the back of her throat. It bounced through him, making him ache.

“You need to be naked,” he said, bunching her dress around her waist. His voice had a desperate edge to it. Not that he cared. He wanted her, that was evident to anyone with eyes.

She nodded. He whisked her dress up and over her head, the stretchy fabric making it easy. He tossed it onto the chair with his clothes. Taking a step back, even though every cell in his body screamed he needed to touch her, to taste her, he wanted to look at her more. “Let me look at you.” The words were raspy and tense.

She wore a black bra and panties, the latter of which were boy shorts, all lacey and completely see through. His cock jumped at the hint of her pussy behind the lace. The black was stark against her creamy skin, a perfect contrast.

Instantly his brain started lining up shots. Black and white would be best, up close stills. The curve of her hip, the dip of her waist, the swell of her breast. A cluster of photos of the female form, played through shadow and light.

She reached up and unsnapped the front clasp of her bra and his thoughts scattered, like a wind tore through and pulled the photos off the wall of his mind. Her breasts bounced free as she slipped out of the bra and tossed it aside.

Her breasts were a perfect handful, the pink nipples erect and just begging for his lips and tongue. Before he could move, blink, think, she had her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and was wiggling out of them. A gentle push and they were pooled around her ankles. She kicked them aside.

The soft lamp light played off her pale skin, making her glow. Like an angel.

Although, the thoughts running through his head were the farthest thing from angelic.

He reached for her, pulling her against him, and wrapping his arms around her. The feel of her skin against him was heaven, however. So soft and smooth. He kissed her again, sliding his hands down her spine to cup her ass. She moaned, and he devoured the sound, upping the intensity, the desperation in his kiss. He licked deep inside her mouth, reveling in her taste, in her heat.