Page 71 of Pretend for Me

God, this feels too good. Way better than I expected or wanted.

Moving his hot mouth to my other nipple, he continues his ministrations while I find my rhythm fucking him. Soon my breathing becomes erratic, frantic, and I honestly have to wonder if my lungs will keep up.

Sweat beads over my brow and my skin feels hot. My fingers rise from his shoulders to tangle with the hair at the nape of his neck. His gorgeous, dark, lush hair that I still can’t believe led us to this point.

The sounds of our heavy breaths and bodies colliding resonates inside the otherwise quiet room.

“I’m shocked you still remembered how to do this after all this time,” I say, goading him. Even during the best sex of my life, it’s what I live for. “When you said two years, I was worried I’d be giving instructions.”

He huffs out an amused breath. “Well, youaredoing most of the work.”

“That’s true,” I say, my breaths ragged. “I suppose I deserve most of the credit. You can thank me for your orgasm later.”

“How about I thank you by giving you two more?” He groans when I roll my hips one way and then the other, dragging his cock through my walls.

“It’s the thing I love most about you, Mr. Luther,” I say, biting my bottom lip because goddamn, the man feels so good inside me. “That go-getter attitude. You’re my favorite overachiever.”

Dev rewards me by slapping my ass when I lift up. With a hiss, I slam back down on him.

Soon, we find our rhythm again, though I’m riding him like he’s taking me to the promise lands. And when our movements slow just a touch, Dev pulls my lips to his, kissing me with so much passion, I’m breathless by the end of it.

I’ve never kissed and fucked. Well, not since Andrés. But since then, the two haven’t mixed, especially since kissing has always been off-limits with anyone.

But at this moment, aside from my feeble attempt to maintain some control over whatever this is between us, I honestly couldn’t care what he asked me to do. I’d do it.

We detach from our kiss, and Dev brings his thumb to my clit, circling it over and over again in a way that drives me wild. Meeting me halfway, he thrusts up into me, finding that sweet spot inside me, and I feel my walls clench around him.

“You like that?” he asks, looking at where he’s touching me. His heart pounds as hard as mine against me.

“Yes,” I hiss, undulating over him, feeling my eyes roll backward. “Please don’t stop.”

“Am I hurting you?”

The gentleness in his tone has that warmth exploding inside me again.

I shake my head. “Only in the best way.”

He rolls me over his cock as I slam down on him at a faster pace. I’m still feeling fuller than I ever have and there’s a slight tinge of pain with the way I’m stretched around him, but I’ll be damned if I ask him to stop. I never want him to stop.

He feels so fucking good—inside me, against me, around me. The delicious hints of his cologne mixed with the scent of sex surrounds my senses, and I edge closer to my impending climax.

“God, this feeling,” I moan, practically sobbing. “How do you feel so good?”

“Look down, baby.” He tilts his chin to where we’re connected, the place where he’s completely inside me. “Lookhow hot this is. Your needy little pussy with my cock so far inside, I’m practically touching your ribs.”

“Oh, God!” I whimper, feeling the beginnings of my release.

“Fuck, you take me so well.” His thumb hastens the circling over my clit, and I place my fingers over his to help him with it. “Come all over my cock, sweetheart. Fuck me like you own me.”

I come with the speed and intensity of a freight train, throwing my head back and screaming into the room, only to feel Dev coming right along with me. His fingers dig into my sides, leaving more of the same fingerprints I had the last time I was on his lap.

He buries his face into my neck, groaning, but I don’t miss his soft whisper, “Because you own me, Piper.”

Those words . . .

Does he know what he’s saying?

Is it the post-sex endorphins talking?

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