Page 11 of The Grump's Fake Wife

Carefully, I arrange myself against her folds and gently slide into her. She tenses, clenching sporadically around my length. I stay still, not daring to move. I lean forward to kiss her forehead, cupping her angelic face in my palms.

“I'm sorry, beautiful…”

“I'm fine,” she says, leaning into my kiss. “It doesn't hurt.”

I start to move inside her again – slowly at first, then faster. Harder. Deeper. Until the world around us faded into nothingness with our breath intertwined, ragged and lustful.

She feels so good. Too good.All mine.

Deftly, I flip her over on all fours, then rise on my knees behind her and plunge into her wetness. She arches her back, pulling me in deeper, rocking her hips in tune with my strokes. The sight of her jiggling ass around my dick excites me even more, propelling me to go harder. Faster.

I slap my palm over her ass, watching the sumptuous cheeks jiggle deliciously. A guttural groan escapes my throat as I throw my head back and give into the animalistic urge to fuck until we're both blind with pleasure.

Suddenly, she cries my name, clenching hard around me before spiraling into a bout of frenzied spasms. I pull her up by her hair and seize her mouth in a hard, almost violent kiss as I continue to fuck her, riding the waves of her orgasm. I keep going until I can’t anymore…

Then I let go, dropping my head into the curve of her neck with a voracious groan as I submit to the overwhelming wave of my climax.

I've never felt so raw…so vulnerable.

Chapter Five

Lily

I stare at my reflection in the mirror as the memories of the previous night invade my head. Even now, I can feel my body burning with a strange hunger, an insatiable craving for him. It doesn't make any sense that I feel this way about a man that I just met.

Yet, it felt so natural to be with him. So good.

A loud knock at the door distracts me from my thoughts. I glance in the direction of the sound with a slight frown, wondering if Dana forgot her keys or something else.

I quickly go over to the door and pull it open. "Did you… G-Gabriel?" I gasp as my eyes fall on the very man that's been on my mind all day. He looks incredibly handsome in a dark gray suit that molds perfectly to his tall, muscular body.

“H-how did you find me?” I ask, blinking at him in surprise.

“The address was on your resume,” he answers simply, looking into my eyes with an intensity that sets my body on fire.

“B-but why are you here?” I ask, stepping outside and closing the door behind me. I don’t need him to see my chintzy little apartment with its Goodwill furniture and Dana’s socks strewn about the floor.

“You were gone when I woke up,” he replies. “It seems you've forgotten the details of your contract. I've come to take you home, wifey.”

“You shouldn’t call me that,” I say despite the warmth spreading across my face. “It's all fake anyway, right?”It has to be. A man like Gabriel would never really want a woman like me.

He advances slowly, trapping me between the door and his large body. "And last night?" His husky voice sweeps across my skin, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“All of it,” I mutter, avoiding his piercing gaze. “W-we shouldn’t have done that last night.”

He steps forward, closing whatever gap remains between us. He lowers his head to my ear, his hot breath fanning my skin.

“Is that how you really feel, Lily?”

"I... Uh…" A soft gasp escapes my lips as he suddenly nibs at my earlobe. I immediately lose my train of thought and my head becomes a jumbled mess.

His right hand starts a slow trail up my thighs, bunching up my dress along the way until I'm almost bare to his smoldering gaze. My eyes unconsciously drift closed as I let myself get lost in the wicked sensations of his expert hands and mouth. I can feel a steady pressure mounting in the pit of my stomach, threatening to spill out of control.

He presses his palm against my aching pussy while his lips find their way to a sensitive spot on my neck. Just as I think I’m going to combust from an overload of pleasure, he slides a finger intome. I let out a muffled moan as my sex ripples around his finger, taking him even deeper.

“You're so wet, angel,” he murmurs, withdrawing his finger and sliding in again, slowly.

I open my eyes to look at him and I almost forget how to breathe. His usually clear gray eyes have gone dark with a consuming hunger that sent chills down my spine.

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