Page 114 of Pretender

Us.

I told her I’d go to Portugal. Go anywhere for her. It was easy to say, and I meant it. It always felt truthful when I told my friends I’d give up anything to be with the right girl, and now she’s in my arms. I want to be hers, entirely.

I can do this.

Just because my dad turned out to be two-faced—potentially a cheater, definitely a liar—doesn’t mean I am destined to be that. But growing up with Mum constantly reminding me I’m just like him, knowing now what I didn’t know then... What Mum will never hear about.

No. I will keep fighting it.

Linnea is mine. My Linnea.

And I am hers.

Her hand brushes down my arm, her eyes following the movement.

“Your arms are just incredible.”

She doesn’t seem to have noticed me pausing. Good. I can’t tell her my concerns, she would read too much into it. After everything she’s been through with Henry…

I lean in and kiss her smile, allowing myself to focus only on her, and she opens for me, her lips softening into the kiss. It’s working. I brush my tongue over hers, pressing her warm, naked body close to mine. She mewls into my mouth and that’s all I need to be entirely here. Full physical and mental erection. Linnea’s sounds. The way she arches against me, moaning when she feels how hard I am for her.

“Are you ready for me, Linnea?” I ask, kissing down her jaw. I smooth my hand down the side of her body, over her magnificent hip, and between her legs. The wetness I find for me makes me groan. “Yes, you are.”

I get off the bed, grab one of the condoms I’d wedged into my wallet and say a quick thanks to my past self who thought it’s better to be safe than sorry.

“Can I do it?” Linnea asks, getting up on her knees on the bed. “I want to touch you.”

I stand by the foot of the bed, and hand her the condom. She takes it and, before putting it on, caresses my cock with her free hand. She cups the head, and slides her hand down my shaft. I lean my head back.

“That’s good.”

Then something even softer wraps around me. Her lips, her tongue, flicking the tip, and I groan. Loudly. Her warm mouth around the head, her hand working the shaft. Fucking hell. I glance down and it’s the most glorious sight. Linnea on the edge of the bed with her long, blond waves cascading over her naked shoulders.

I put a finger under her chin, and she pulls my cock out of her mouth and lifts her gaze to me.

Big blue eyes, wide pupils, my dick in her hand.

“You’re fucking incredible, and I’ll come again too fast if you continue like that.” I chuckle. “I need to get inside you now.”

“Finally.” That smile. It makes my erection twitch and she hums. “Your cock is glorious.”

She slides the condom down using both hands, muttering something about it being so big, and when I groan at her touch, she lets out a small sigh.

Fuck, she’s already making the heat rise in me. My feelings for her enhance my senses. Any misplaced hesitation’s completely forgotten. I’m acutely aware of every sound she makes, every part of me she’s near, and her sweet, mild coconut scent.

“Where do you want me?” she asks, and bites her lower lip, her eyes wide as she scans my face and down my body.

“On your back. I want to see your face.”

She climbs back up the bed, and I crawl over her, kissing my way up, planting one on her perfect pussy and flick my tongue through her slit to an audible gasp.

“Fucking love how you taste.”

I grab one of her pillows, sliding it under her arse, and stretch one leg up along my torso, lining up at her entrance, teasing her clit and wet opening with my erection.

I ease in, inch by inch, watching her face as I do. Can she take all of me? She’s not used to this size, I can tell by the way she’s clenching her pussy, her brow knitting.

“Breathe,” I say. “Breathe out. Relax.”