Page 99 of Pretend for Me

Dev leans over me, sliding his fingers through my wet seam as I continue to bob over his length, gagging when I take him deeper into my throat.

“That’s it, baby. Suck my cock,” he says, pinching my clit and making me jolt and moan around him.

I suck harder, rolling my tongue around him and keepingmy mouth wet and loose, listening to the sounds of his pleasure and feeling like a fucking queen when he praises me.

“You look so pretty with this cock in your mouth,” he says, his hand guiding me up and down his erection. “The prettiest mouth I’ve ever felt.”

That last comment unfurls a little bout of jealousy inside my stomach, but I continue to work over him, licking and sucking him off. I know he’s been with others, just like I have, but did they get these words of praise? Did they do it better?

Dev’s legs shake in front of me and I know he’s close. I pull off him again half-way while I stroke his base with my hand, using my spit to apply the perfect amount of friction. I can feel his cock expand slightly inside me, and I’m ready for him to come when he pulls me off him completely.

I stare at him, stunned, my jaw aching from having him inside me. “Wh–”

He nods to the bed, and I see that same guarded and sullen look in his eyes. What’s going on with him?

“Dev—”

“I need you, Piper. All the way. No walls, no rules.”

I swallow, blinking up at him. He means my walls. My rules.

We’ve never had missionary sex before. Hell, I’ve never had it ever. Not even when I was with Andrés. It always felt too intimate for me, too raw, too exposed.

But isn’t that how this man has always made me feel? Too raw, too exposed? He’s never seen what I’ve given the rest of the world to see. He’s always seen more. Always demanded more—more of me, more for himself.

And whether it’s the knowledge that I’ve never been able to hold on to my pathetic rules with him or the vulnerability and desperation in his gaze, I nod again.

I do more than that, giving him my full confirmation bypulling off my shirt, unclasping my bra, and throwing them both over the edge of the bed. Then I wiggle out of my skirt, throwing it over as well, before leaning back on my elbows to look at him.

And just to really hit home with my answer, I flatten my feet on the mattress and pull up my knees, opening them so he can see exactly what I'm offering.

Dev’s nostrils flare as he drops his briefs, his heated gaze running rampant over me, lingering on my wet pussy. He can’t tell, but I can feel my walls pulsing ever so slightly, begging for him to fill me.

More pre-cum leaks from his tip and he brushes his thumb over it before fisting and stroking himself.

We haven’t been using condoms over the past weeks. At some point we’d made it clear that neither one of us wanted them, and since I’ve been on birth control forever, getting pregnant wasn’t a concern.

Though, the thought of being knocked up with Dev Menon’s baby? It’s been buzzing around in my head more than I’ll ever admit. Nor will I do a deep-dive into my psyche to figure out why.

The mattress sinks as Dev climbs on and I lay back. He settles in between my knees, using his forearms on either side of my head to hover over me.

Molten-brown eyes, darker and deeper than his usual chestnut color, swirl with desire. His heated body brushes against mine, sending jolts of electricity over my skin.

His large hand encompasses the back of my knee before he lifts it over his shoulder, giving himself the angle he wants, the tip of his cock nudging my entrance. His brow ascends, giving me one more chance to say no, and when I nod, he guides his length inside me.

Slowly.

Inch by beautiful inch.

And when he bottoms out, our intermingled groans and escaped breaths fill the room.

My hands find his back and my eyes collide with his, his gaze reverent as if he’s seeing me for the first time. As if he’s never seen anything as precious.

“Piper,” he murmurs, looking down at our connection in awe. “Goddamn, baby, has it ever . . .?”

I follow his gaze, watching him slide in and out of me in a way I’ve never allowed a man to do, and shake my head. I know what he’s asking, but I'm unable to speak. My voice feels lodged inside my throat like gravel.

No, it’s never felt like this. Not with anyone.

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