Page 15 of The Grump's Fake Wife

I continue to suck him harder. Faster. I hollow my cheeks to tighten the friction while caressing his balls in my palm.

Suddenly, he starts to shudder beneath me, his fingers biting into my scalp as he lets out a tortured grunt. “Oh, fuck! I'm going to come in…”

A wetness shoots up my throat, hot and thick. I jerk backward in time for the rest to land on my face. I run my tongue over my lips, tasting him. He watches me, his eyes clouding up with a dark passion as he jerks me up roughly.

"Oh, come here," he grunts before smashing his mouth to mine. The kiss is hot, aggressive, and, at the same time, toe-curling.

Then, without warning, he flips me over and drives into me with a ferocity that shakes me to the bones.

“Gabriel!”

He buries his head in my neck and continues to plunge into me in long, deep strokes until I become a shivering mess beneath him.

And just when I think I’ll die of pleasure, he sits up on the bed and swings me onto his lap, setting me down on his hard length in one brutal thrust. I let out a tortured cry and my muscles contract to accommodate him.

"Oh, you're in for it, love," he mumbles, nibbling on my earlobe as he continues to plunge into me, his hand on my waist guiding my movements. "You shouldn't have teased me like that."

"Oh, but I wanted to," I gasp in between jerky moans as his thrusts grow deeper. Faster. "I – like – to please – youuuu… Oh, God!"

“Do you like when I fuck you like this too?” he asks, kneading and spanking my ass.

“Yeah…” I whisper, forcing the word past my clogged throat.

His hands roam down my back and settle on my bottom, and then he lifts me and slams me down again.

I scream his name, burying my head in the crook of his neck as an insurmountable pressure starts to build in my core. His hands remain on my bottom, guiding my hip movement as I ride him relentlessly. I close my eyes and throw my head backward as pleasure courses through me in powerful waves. At that moment, it feels like gravity has ceased to exist and I'm flying, spinning down a bottomless pit full of sinful pleasure.

It doesn't matter that I've climaxed three times in the last hour since he accepted my invitation to stay. Each time feels like the first, yet better than the last. Every touch, every thrust, sets my body on fire anew.

I can't seem to get enough of him. Not tonight.Not ever.

Suddenly, his hold on my waist tightens and I feel him rippling inside of me, filling me up even more as we climax together. I grab onto his shoulder to steady myself as the orgasm goes on and on.

“Look at me, Lily!” he commands, his tone urgent. “Now.”

Mustering the last of my energy, I hoist myself upright to look at him. His eyes lock on mine, and at that moment, I glimpse a vulnerability that shakes me to the core. Something passes between us then, something magical that defies logic.

It’s a long time before we both come back down to earth. Only to go again. And again.

Hours later, I lay in the safe cocoon of his arms, spent and sated. I'm almost drifting asleep when his voice breaks the silence.

"I'm glad I found you, angel," he whispers in my ear and pulls me even closer against his chest.

I snuggle deeper into his embrace, feeling safer than I have in a long time. “Me too,” I mutter as I give in to the insistent pull of sleep.

The next morning, I wake up surrounded by Gabriel's intoxicating, yet reassuring scent. He wasn't beside me but he'd left a note on his pillow:

Hey, sleeping beauty.

You looked so relaxed that I didn't have the heart to disrupt your sleep.

Out on my morning run. Be back soon.

Love, Gabe.

PS: Would you like to go to dinner with me tonight?

I trail my finger over the confident, sprawling handwriting. How can everything about him be so uniquely beautiful?

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