Page 73 of His Fake Fiancé

“Here.” He pushed the hair off her forehead with one hand and held out the wrapped condom with the other.

She took it, her hands only trembling slightly. For some reason, she felt like a shy virgin. Okay, so the shy part was probably right. Well, maybe it was more nervous. And why was she stressing about this now?

Tearing open the wrapper, she slipped the condom out and then wrapped her hand around his cock, giving a couple of long, slow strokes. When his breath hitched, she rolled the condom on, loving the way his thigh muscles tensed at her touch. She slid her gaze up his washboard abs and beautiful chest. The length of his throat. Over his chiseled jaw, lush mouth, straight nose.

He was so beautiful she could hardly breathe.

And then he was bending down, his mouth crashing into hers, and breathing was the last thing on her mind.

He pressed her back into the mattress, bringing his body over hers. She spread her legs, letting him get as close as possible. The feeling of rightness that wound through her was startling and potentially problematic, but she locked it up tight. She could worry about it later, when Jake wasn’t draped over her like a blanket, wasn’t kissing her like she held the last breath on earth and he wanted a share.

The need and want and hunger in the kiss should have scared her, but it didn’t. It fired up her hormones, made the same feelings in her grow so big she was unsure how her body and soul could contain them.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held on tight, let everything about him soak into her. Her hips rocked against his, and they both groaned. He slid his hand down her side, over her hip. Pulled her against him harder, holding her there. Ground against her until she thought the exquisite feeling would be imprinted on her forever.

She pulled away from the kiss, tilting her head back with a gasp that quickly turned into a moan. “Oh, God, right there.” She slid her free leg wider, giving him more room.

He pressed a trail of kisses down her throat, nipping and sucking at her skin. She rolled her hips faster, pressed harder. The way they were positioned, the way the hot, hard length of him pushed against her swollen folds was perfect. He was perfect.

She rocked faster, chasing the spark that was threatening to ignite. Jake sucked her nipple into his mouth, bathing it with his smooth, wicked tongue. Every pull of his lips sent a streak of electricity straight to her core. She couldn’t stop from writhing against him. He moved to the other breast, giving that nipple the same sweet torment.

Sparks fizzed across her sensitized skin. Her entire body tightened. Jake shifted, changed the angle where they met. Another rock of her hips sent her skyrocketing into another orgasm. A sound partway between a moan and a scream slid up her throat. Stars winked behind her eyes, and her entire body trembled.

Before she could come down, Jake reached between them, sliding his erection through her wetness until they were aligned. He pushed forward, making her gasp as he slid slowly inside her. Her sensitized walls fluttered around his length, sending more sparks skipping through her system.

“Oh, fuck,” he said, the words coming out on a rush of breath. He pressed forward and lowered himself onto his forearms, so he was caging her, surrounding her. She moaned, feeling achy and full. He brushed the hair off her forehead in the gentlest caress. “Lift up your knees. Let me in. All the way.”

She did as he asked, pulling her knees up along his hips. He sank deeper, all the way in, until their bodies were flush against each other. She could feel every inch of him inside her, touching and pressing against what felt like every inch of her. It had never felt like this with anyone else. Either physically or emotionally.

He laced their fingers together, slid their hands up over her head. The position put them face to face, their breaths mingling. She had nowhere to look but directly at him. His eyes were dark, his pupils gobbling up the blue. The heat in his gaze seared her, right to the bottom of her soul. She knew, deep down, she’d never be the same.

He rocked his hips, moving gently against her, inside her. Soft, slow strokes, each press sliding a him a little more fully inside her. But she needed more.

She licked her lips. “More,” she said. “I need more.”

He held her gaze—she couldn’t tear hers away, even if she wanted to—then drew his hips back and thrust forward all the way. She let out very unlady like grunt, his pubic bone rubbing against her sensitive clit.

“You okay?” His gaze roamed over her face, searching for something.

“Oh, yeah,” she said, the words nothing more than a breathy whisper. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.” She wrapped her legs around his hips, locking her ankles at the small of his back.

He pulled back and thrust forward again, building up a steady rhythm. The stretch and glide was so exquisite it stole her breath. Each flex of his hips rocked against her clit, sending electricity singing through her veins. She rolled her hips, meeting his thrusts, getting lost in the feeling.

He lowered his face to her neck, ran his tongue along her skin. A shiver slid through her, goosebumps springing up. She tipped her head to the side, making more room for him. He took advantage, kissing and sucking on her neck, the sensitive spot behind her ear. She gasped, tightening her legs, squeezing his fingers.

“You feel so fucking good, Claire.” He whispered the hot, dirty words against her ear. “So hot and wet and tight. You’re treating my cock so good, angel.”

She groaned, everything below her bellybutton squeezing tight. Jake hissed out a breath. “Yeah, just like that. Squeeze me tight.”

The filthy words slid through her, making her feel reckless and wanton. She thrust her hips up with every press of his hips, taking him as deep as possible. He turned his head, capturing her lips in a blistering kiss. All tongue and teeth and lips, desperation and hunger and lust.

The orgasm slammed into her, and she tore her mouth from his, her neck arching, a strangled sob escaping. All of her muscles clenched tight, her toes curling, her fingers digging into the back of his hands.

Jake pushed in deep, grinding his hips against her in a small circular motion. “Yeah, come for me. Come all over my cock.” His deep voice was hypnotic and sexy.

She didn’t think it was possible, but her orgasm somehow climbed to another level, a higher ledge for her to plummet from. Sensation radiated out from her pelvis, making everything tingle, from the tops of her head to the tips of her fingers and toes. She cried out again, her entire body trembling.

He stopped moving, just held himself still inside her. Let her stop trembling and start breathing again. She floated back to earth, aftershocks bouncing through her, making her whimper.