Page 9 of The Grump's Fake Wife

Without taking my eyes off her, I strip, slowly removing every item of clothing until I'm completely naked. She roams her eyes over my body, her coppery green orbs darkening with a growing desire that makes me even harder.

"If you keep looking at me like that, I won't be responsible for what I do next."

Lily blushes even harder and averts her gaze. She lifts her shirt over her head and I almost keel over right there. She isn't wearing a bra.

"Oh, fuck," I mutter, growing impossibly harder at the sight of her full and perky tits. Then she pulls down her pants and stands before me in all her naked glory.

“My God, you're perfect,” I mutter, unable to take my eyes off her.

In the past few days since we met, I've tried to imagine what she'd look like beneath those humble skirts and baggy shirts, but nothing prepared me for this perfection. Her flawless skin shimmers prettily in the dim lighting of the room, calling attention to the graceful curves of her slender body.

I let my eyes linger on the light patch of hair nestled in the crook of her legs before traveling up the flat expanse of her stomach to the sexy mounds of her full breasts. I finally meet her eyes and my breath hitches in my throat. She's staring at my cock, her eyes filled with curiosity and a hesitant hunger that only serves to add fuel to the fire in me.

Damn. This woman is going to be the death of me.

“I warned you not to look at me like that, angel.”

My voice comes out harder than I intended, but I'm past the point of caution.

She swallows nervously, a deep crimson spreading rapidly across her face. “I…” She trails off, nervously licking her lips. “You just look so… magnificent.”

My chest swells with pride at her words, and my lips stretch in an unconscious smile. "Do you want to touch it?" I ask, searching her eyes to gauge her reaction.

She blushes even harder but nods, a shy jerky movement of her head. I chuckle lightly in amusement, fascinated and excited by her sweet naivety. The women I've been with in the past were experienced; they knew exactly what they were doing and what to expect. But with Lily, it's all new. Her shy, yet unfiltered, response to my touch... Her curious caresses... Her tentative kisses… Everything feels so invigorating.

To think I'm her first for everything…

I'm determined to be her last. The only one that gets to elicit those little erotic moans and drive her crazy with pleasure. I'll teach her all she needs to know and then some.

“Come here,” I say, gesturing to her as I lower myself to the edge of the bed. “Kneel between my knees.”

She obeys without hesitation, kneeling between my legs. She glances up at me as if to ask for permission, and I give her an encouraging nod. She reaches out and gingerly strokes her hand along my length. I let out a hiss at the burst of sensation that tightens my very core.

“Oh, fuck!”

She quickly withdraws, her expression stricken with guilt. “I'm sorry.”

I blink at her in shock. “What? Why?”

“You... you looked pained.”

“Oh, no, angel,” I mutter, taking her hand and placing it back on my twitching dick. With my hand over hers, I start to guide her up and down my length, gritting my teeth against the immense pleasure coursing through my nerves. “Your touch feels so damn good.”

“Really?” she asks, her eyes lighting up with an emotion akin to awe.

I let go and watch as she continues to worship me with her palm until it feels like I'm going to combust in her face.

She licks her lips and that's as much as I can take.

“Fuck, I can't take this anymore,” I mutter, roughly jerking her up against my body.

“What do you...?”

I seal my mouth over hers, savagely thrusting my tongue into the mouth. The kiss is aggressive, a testament to the lust running in my veins. I kiss her until we're both out of breath, then trail my lips down her jaw to her neck, nibbling lightly on a pulsing vein above her shoulder blade.

“How do you feel when I kiss you like this, baby?” I ask, running my tongue over the tip of her ear.

She shivers in response, arching into my touch. “I feel… good.”

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