Page 113 of The Great Dating Fake Off
“Are from the waist up.” I guide her back onto my lap, welcoming the pressure against my swollen cock.
The screen displays instructions as if we’ve never been on the receiving end of a flash before. Our faces appear so we can prepare ourselves.
Not visible on screen: my hand sliding up her smooth thigh, all the way to her hip.I pinch the waistband of her skimpy underwear and slowly pull them down her legs. She lifts her feet so I can slide them free. I tuck them in my pocket.
The countdown on-screen begins to strobe.
4…3…2
She’s nearly breathless as she whispers, “Smile.”
1.
I bury my face in her neck. The first flash captures her with her eyes closed and lips gently parted as I suck her sweet skin. My hand slips inside her shirt, drifting across her stomach, staying just low enough to avoid being captured on camera.
4…3…2…
I pinch one of her nipples and she practically shoots off my lap.
Can’t wait to see that one.
I guide her face sideways and steal her mouth. The last two photos on this strip will tell the story of how bad I am at resisting her.
As soon as that fourth and final flash goes off, I slip two fingers inside of her. She’s so wet, it’s an easy glide. “You hear anyone?”
Her exhale is uneven as her legs fall open wider. “No.”
“Good.” I unbuckle my belt with one hand as the other lands between her shoulder blades. I give her a light push until she hinges forward, bracing her hands on either side of the computer screen. “Because it’s been too fucking long.”
“Here?” she whispers, even as she arches her back in offering, putting every tantalizing bit of her on display. A powerful shudder rolls down my back as I squeeze her ass with both hands and trace my thumb down to her wet entrance. If there was even a foot more space in this booth, I’d bury my face there until she screamed my name.
“We’re not at my house anymore,” I rumble. “I’ve got no rule about this, do you?”
“Nope.” Her voice is breathless and eager as she rocks backward, allowing my finger to slip inside. “None at all.”
I shove down my pants just enough to free my cock and rub the swollen head up and down her tight seam, trying with all I have not to breach her. She’d love the danger of that too much and I’d never want to stop.
Once I’m well slicked, I pull back an inch and stroke myself. If it’s anything like last time, my girl will tell me exactly where she wants me to finish. Where will it be? Her clit again? Her ass? Right down the center of her folds where she’s soaked just for me?
Fuck. The thought of that one gets me even harder.
She glances over her shoulder, her green eyes and those black frames a ruining combination. But instead of telling me what she wants, she sinks back onto my cock, taking me halfway. My vision briefly blurs and corrects itself, generously giving me back the stunning sight of her. The sensation is everything I imagined magnified tenfold by how much I can feel she wants it, too.
Her lips part as she does it again, letting me slide in a bit deeper this time.
I could come just from the look on her face, but the wet, agonizing heat of her? The last shred of control I have left is about to snap. My hands hover over her hips. I want to grab hold of what she’s offering and make her mine, consequences and all. This woman fucking owns me. “Nora…”
“Take it,” she begs. “Take what you want.”
So I do.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Nora
On a choked curse, he yanks me back by the hips, filling me to the hilt in a single stroke. My mouth opens on a silent cry, because oh my God. Feeling him with nothing between us sends a sharp, electric thrill through my body.
His voice is strained. “Unless you want me to come inside you, do not move.”
