Page 95 of Almost Not Quite Engaged

“There you are gorgeous. Fuck now, talk later.”

“Yes.” He looks so hot in his button down with tie loosened, cock in hand. It looks so big. “That looks delicious.”

“Ditch the shirt,” he grunts out, “Fuck my cock wants to be pistoning in and out of your tight cunt. Touch your tits for me.” I do and we both groan at my touch. His hand moves faster, he grabs lotion and it makes this sucking noise. “After pushing into you, I’d probably flip you on top so I could put those tits in my face and fuck up into you.”

I get up on my knees like I’m mounting him and he sees my whole body. I don’t care about anything as my hand snakes down my body.

“Jesus. I need to come on you right now. Kat. Fucking Kat.” He doubles his speed and I’m dizzy at my effect on him. “Suck your finger and fuck yourself for me. Fuck yourself like I would. Hard and fast right now. I don’t give a shit about your clit. Shove your fingers into that wet pussy for me.”

I thrust three and arch backward. “Yes. Fuck me, Zane. Fuck me harder.” I move my hand in a rapid jerking motion. Pinching my left nipple hard and pressing my clit with my thumb. “I can’t. Too much. I want your cock so much.”

“It’s yours. Fuck. I want you here.” He moans and grunts my name.

“I have to come.”

“Now. Fucking come with me as I spill all over myself.” He tosses his head back, and I watch his hand glide over his cock as it leaks all over his hand. I tickle the inside of myself. I’m wrapped too tight as the knot low in my belly becomes unbearable.

“Now. Now. Zane. Fuck.” I pump my fingers and move my body up and down with my knees as if I’m fucking him on top. My tits flying all over the place my hair slipping from any semblance of a style, and it’s as if someone cut the elastic cord and I snap. Screaming his name at the same time I hear him roar mine. When I open my eyes I see the end of his orgasm spurting all over his hand and knees. I shake with aftershocks as I catch my breath. He leans forward grabbing tissues staring directly at me. His eyes doing that dancey thing they do.

I sit back down on my heels and grab his shirt. I hold it shut and say, “hi” through panted breaths.

He grins removing his tie and taking his phone to the bathroom. He props me next to the sink and I watch him clean off.

He turns to me when he’s done. His sleepy dick hanging. “Hi.”

I was loud and don’t who heard but now I’m a little embarrassed. I don’t dare move because I can’t risk him seeing where I am.

“Thanks and goodnight.”

He takes me to the bed and holds his phone up as he gets onto his bed.

“Hell, no, Harpy. Are you really day drunk? And btw in my mind you still fuck like a demon.”

I let a satisfied smile take over my face.

No posting delays, just conversation. Very strange. “Not drunk. Not sitting around thinking deep thoughts, I promise you. But, my darling Asshole, fiancé, I don’t want to lie to you. Please don’t ask again, trust me, I’m on a good path.”

Might be his initially but with each unimaginable thing I witness and feel, my soul settles into who I want to be. “You’re the only person in my life I’m not currently lying, well about you know huge fake fiancé stuff.”

“Honored. Also that’s a bit sus since it means you’re lying about other things. But I’ll allow it since I just came. Are you safe?”

“That’s way too sweet coming from you. Duh. I’m totally safe, I promise.” He laughs.

“Fine, don’t fuck anyone else. And my quirky girl, can we do this again?”

I think carefully about my answer. I don’t want to rule it out. “I don’t know.”

“Indecision is better than no. I’ll drop everything if it means doing this again. Much more satisfying than the offer I got in Prague.” I sit up more. “Down girl, nice to know it matters. Didn’t do it, it wasn’t you. Have no interest in strange anymore and that’s your fault.”

He’s starting to freak me out with his sweetness. “Stop saying things like that. It’s not who we are.”

“I don’t know what we are but I do know whatever the fuck this is feels more than we intended. You sure you’re okay?”

My voice breaks a tiny bit. “I am. I’m getting there, finding my way. And I’ll share it all once I understand it myself.”

“Good enough. I have to figure out how to get from Ecuador to Bhutan on twenty bucks.”

“Funds low?”