Page 100 of Fake It For Love (Faux Love)
She carefully stepped out of the dress. I ever so gently laid it over the one chair in the cabana. She bent forward to undo her strappy heels.
“No,” I said. “Leave them on.”
She turned to face me, slid her hands under my jacket, and pushed it off my shoulders. I shrugged out of it and laid it on the bed. I loosened my tie and pulled it off with my eyes locked on her breasts. The things I wanted to do.
I kicked off my shoes and dropped my pants. I didn’t care who walked in and saw my bare ass fucking her against the side of the bed.
I rolled on the condom I had been carrying in my pocket just in case a moment like this came up. “Bend over,” I ordered.
She did as I asked. Her beautiful round ass rose up to meet me. I caressed my hand over it and gave it a good squeeze. “Damn, if I had more time,” I said. “What I would do. But I don’t, so forgive me, but this has to be fast.”
“Then make it count,” she demanded.
I laughed and slid my hand between her thighs. My fingers teased over her folds. I felt her slickness and knew she was ready. I wanted to make sure she walked away satisfied. I plunged a finger deep inside her. She moaned and pushed back against me. I pushed deeper before teasing her clit. I knew she needed more. I pushed a second finger inside her tight sheath. Her body spasmed around my fingers while growing wetter.
“Ryan,” she moaned. “Please.”
“I know,” I assured her. “I know.”
When I felt her reaching the verge, I pulled my fingers out and slid my cock inside her. She jerked forward once and then pushed back against me. I held her hips in my hands and rocked inside her over and over.
I held her with one hand while bending forward and grabbing her breast. I tugged and pulled, tweaking her nipple between my finger and thumb. “That’s it.” I bit at her shoulder, being careful not to leave a mark that would be seen in the dress.
She let out another groan. “More, Ryan. More, please.”
I had to let go of her breast to give her what she really needed to find that release. I stood and fucked her hard and fast. Her breasts bounced as I slammed against her. She whimpered and made the sweetest little keening noises. I felt like I was going to explode. Every muscle was wound tight. Her tight pussy squeezed my cock. She started to slap at the bed, and I knew we were there. Just a little more.
“Oh yes,” she moaned.
I felt her go stiff. That was the moment I’d been waiting for. I closed my eyes and let myself be carried away with her orgasm. My body responded as expected. I bucked and groaned and felt like a rutting animal. It was primal and everything I needed in that moment. She fell flat on the bed. I had to sit down before I collapsed.
“Damn, woman,” I groaned. “I only got to do half of what I wanted. Not even half.”
She rolled over and sat beside me. “Thank you for not messing up the hair.”
I laughed. “You’re welcome. For the record, the urge to give it a little tug was very strong. I’ll save that for another day.”
“I’m down,” she said. “We better get dressed. I do not want anyone to come looking for us.”
I got up and quickly took care of the condom. I laced up her dress for her and made sure she didn’t have a single hair out of place. “Just as beautiful as you were when I dragged you in here.”
“Thank you.”
She stepped in front of me and straightened my tie before using her fingers to fix my hair. “And you, my dear, are just as handsome as ever.”
“How important is this reception?” I asked.
She giggled and pushed at my chest. “Down boy. We need to get back up there. Norah will kick my ass if I’m not there when she makes her big debut as Mrs. Anthony Pike.”
“Fine,” I muttered.
She gave me a quick kiss. “You’re too cute.”
I pulled back the curtain and we walked out like we were completely innocent.
