Page 81 of Pretend for Me

Jesus Christ. Who is this girl?

I shake my head even though she can’t see me, wondering how the fuck I got the hottest woman—a sex goddess—to agree to go along with my crazy ass plan.

If only I can find a way to make her go along with another crazy plan . . . the one that ends with us being together forever. Because fuck, it’s the only forever I want.

“No, I need you to come first, sweetheart,” I say, plowing into her. “Don’t deprive me of seeing you come around my cock.”

Her ass shakes each time I pound her, but damn if she doesn’t jut it back against me, asking for more. My greedy little bride-to-be, giving as good as she gets, keeping in time with my rhythm.

I slap one of her cheeks hard before I pull myself out of her and sheath myself again.

“Oh, God,” she gasps as I thrust into her after yet anotherloud thwack against her pink ass, loving the way my handprint looks on it. “Dev, baby . . .”

Her tits swing over my rug and her hair brushes against it; the sight of her on all fours so erotic, I’m convinced I actually am filming a fucking porno.

For a second, I’m distracted by the thought of the rabbits watching us from different corners of their cage while the lights flash to the beat of “How Many Licks” by Lil’ Kim and Sisqo—Jesus, how much research did she do to create this playlist?—but I shove it aside as I grab both her ass cheeks, opening them up to take in her sweet puckered hole.

Fuck. So hot, I’m about to come just from looking at it.

I curl over her again as we both charge together toward the finish line. Finding her clit, I rub circles over it with my middle two fingers while ramming into her like a man possessed. “Do you realize how perfect you are?”

A rumbled moan escapes her. “My pussy, you mean?”

I lay kisses over her back. “No, baby. You. You’re perfect in every way.”

She might think my words are a product of the moment. That I’m just saying them because we’re fucking and it makes sense to, but she couldn’t be more wrong. She’s fucking perfect for me—weird rabbits, hairless cats, and all.

I finger her clit some more, picking up my pace while she pushes back against me, taking me in as far as I can go.

She moans, fisting the rug and looking up at her rabbit, who’s actually facing the other way, like he’s hoping we’ll simply cease to exist if he doesn’t look at us.

“Kevin.” She tries to get his attention. “Turn around so you can watch?—”

Her words are cut off when I pinch her hardened nub and slap her pussy, her cry reverberating through the room.

“Dev!” Her walls pulse around me, milking my dick, her thighs shaking. “I’m coming!”

Her orgasm crests, pulling her under, sending a flush through her body. She’s so goddamn gorgeous when she comes.

I continue to pummel her, and even when her orgasm wanes, she continues to rock against me, helping me find mine. And I do, coming in long spurts inside her.

“I can feel your eyes on me. Are you imagining me naked again, Peter?”

“Yes.”

Her hushed voice an nearness stirs something inside me like it always does.

I grin up at the ceiling of my darkened room. “Didn’t you get an eyeful earlier, and then again inside the shower?”

She makes a humming noise. “Imagining you naked helps me sleep.”

If it’s even possible, my grin widens.

“I don’t know if I should be flattered or insulted that images of my naked body put you to sleep,” I tease, my voice low and husky in the stillness of the room.

“Definitely flattered,” she assures me, shifting against the silken sheets. “The last moments inside my head before I fall asleep are precious real estate. I don’t give that space away easily.”

I turn to my side to face her. She’s lying on the other side of my king bed, and while there are no pillows separating us, there’s way more space than I prefer between our bodies. The soft lights streaming through the curtains from the backyard dance across her features, casting shadows accentuating her cheekbones and the cupid’s bow above her lip.

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