Page 23 of The Fake Husband
Her eyes open slowly, hazy and searching until they find mine.
I position myself at her entrance, and her legs tighten around my waist.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Nad, and you're mine. Only mine."
I push in slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of me. But fuck, my control is fraying thread by thread. All those cold showers, jerking off to thoughts of her. Now she's here. She's real. And my cock is inside her tight pussy.
"Fuck, Nadine."
"River, oh God. You're so thick and big."
Bottoming out, I pause. Let her adjust. Let myself adjust to the reality that this is happening, that she's underneath me, that I'm finally inside her after fucking years of imagining this.
Nadine grips my forearms, and I take that as a cue to continue. She said fuck her like I've wanted to, and that's exactly what I'm about to do. Wrapping her hair around my fist, I bruise her lips with a hard kiss while my hips rut wildly.
I take her in hard, merciless thrusts, drawing out of her pussy and slamming back in. Over and over until my heart feels like a fist on a drum.
The sound of skin meeting skin fills the room. Her nails dig into my shoulders, leaving marks I'll wear proudly tomorrow.
"Yes. Like that. God, River, your cock is so good."
"Not stopping. Never fucking stopping."
Her pussy clenches around me with each thrust. Wet and perfect and mine.
"You feel so good, baby. Taking my cock so well."
"River, River. I-I'm close?—"
"I know. I can feel it." I don't change the rhythm or slow down. Instead, I snake a hand between us, my thumb finding her clit. "You ready to come a second time?"
Her body goes taut beneath me. Her pussy spasms around my cock, gripping me so tight I nearly lose it.
"That's it, Nad. Fuck, that's so good. You're so fucking beautiful when you come."
She's shaking underneath me, gasping my name over and over, and it's the best thing I've ever seen. Still hard, still inside her, I slow my movements. Let her ride it out.
When her breathing evens slightly, I pull out, and even after two orgasms, she makes a sound of protest.
"Turn over."
"What—"
"On your stomach, Nad. Hands and knees."
Her forehead scrunches, but she obeys, rolling over and getting into position.
The view of her ass in the air, her pussy still glistening from her orgasm, nearly makes me explode right there and then.
"Fucking gorgeous."
My hands smooth over the curve of her ass, kneading gently. Leaning down, I place a kiss at the base of her spine, then trail my tongue lower, tasting her. The sound she makes is desperate, needy.
Gripping her hips, I line myself up and push back in. From this angle, I can go deeper, and she feels it—her ass to my hips, pushing back against me.
"Oh God?—"
"Too much?"
