Page 76 of Fake Out Hearts

“Beyond ready.”

“Then I need to get a condom. I’ll be right back,” I say and start to move off her to grab one from the bathroom, but her hands shoot to my shoulders to hold me in place. She locks her beautiful brown eyes on mine.

“We don’t need one,” she says, catching me off-guard yet again. Not that I’m disappointed to hear it. “We aren’t seeing other people, and I’m on the pill. I’m fine with going bare if you’d want that.”

I nod, my cock pulsing as my heart races. “Fuck yes, that’s what I want.”

She smiles, her eyes burning. “Good. Because I want to feel you with nothing else between us.”

Her words drive me absolutely fucking wild, and it takes everything I have not to ravage her right here and now. But I need to know this is really what she wants. “Are you sure about this? I don’t want you to regret it.”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life. Please fuck me, Theo,” she whispers, and her words go right to my cock, making me so hard it borders on painful.

I reach down to grab my shaft and drag the tip across her wetness, coating it, then begin working my way inside her. She lets out a little gasp as my head presses into her, so I pause.

“Jesus, I forgot how big you are,” she laughs, sending little shockwaves through my cock and turning me on even more. But as turned on as I am, this is about her as much as it is me. I don’t want to hurt her or do anything that would make her feel uncomfortable, so I pause and reach out to stroke her face with my thumb.

“Are you okay?”

She nods. “Yeah, you’re just a lot to take.”

“You can do it, I promise. You’ve done it before, you can do it again,” I say and her face flames as a look of determination blooms across it. “I won’t hurt you, you know that.” She nods again, so I push in again ever so slightly, and although she winces, she opens up. She’s so wet that I slide in without much resistance, despite the way I’m stretching her, and the grip she has on me feels fucking incredible.

“There you go. Good girl, just like that. Breathe in, nice and deep,” I encourage her, and I pause again while she sucks in one rushed gulp of air through her nose. As she exhales, I push farther into her and her eyes flutter. But she keeps breathing, and inch by inch, I disappear into her.

I glance down at my cock as the last of it slides into place, and when my hips finally meet hers, she lets out a shuddering exhale. She takes a series of deep breaths to help her body adjustto my girth, and I keep stroking her face. “There you go. You’re so beautiful. My beautiful, amazing wife.”

She beams at me as she drinks in my body hovering over hers, and I follow her gaze as it works all the way down. The sight of our bodies fully connected like this, and with nothing at all between them, is so fucking hot that it’s almost too much for me to bear. Words race through my mind in a blur, but none of them really make sense or cover what I want to tell her.

“God, do you have any idea how good you look like this?” I ask as I lean over her, pushing myself a bit deeper into her. She moans but glances between her legs to see what I mean, and her eyes widen like she can’t quite believe she did it.

Part of me can’t believe it either, but knowing that she trusts me enough to let me into her and her life like this makes me feel amazing. It wasn’t that long ago that we barely knew each other, but all that has changed. The chemistry was always there, but this is something new. Something deeper.

We might have had sex before, but there’s no denying that this time is different. More intense. We’re connected now, literally and figuratively, in a way that we’ve never been, in a way that I haven’t been connected to a woman in years. The realization makes something stir in my chest. I don’t really know what to call of this thing Becca and I have, but “fake” definitely doesn’t feel right anymore.

Because whatever this is, it’s real. The confusing feelings I’ve been having for her are too, so I hope crossing this line, one we can’t undo, means I don’t have to keep pretending they aren’t. We had rules for a reason, but the rules aren’t working for me anymore. I’m not sure they ever were.

“Theo,” Becca whimpers, and I drop my head to kiss her as I pull out slowly. She whimpers into my mouth from the sensation, and when I drive back into her at the same pace, herhead falls back. I move my mouth to her neck, kissing and gently biting as I find my rhythm.

Becca clings to me like a rock in a storm, her nails digging into my back, and it’s a good thing I can feel the piercing of it because otherwise I’d drift away too. Being inside her like this, fucking her like this, is enough to make me lose what sanity I have left.

Because nothing has ever felt this good.

Chapter 24

Becca

As overwhelming as the pleasure I feel is, I can’t take my eyes off Theo’s face while he fucks me. The blazing, intense look he’s wearing turns me on and makes my heart race at the same time, and every deep stroke of his cock lifts me higher and higher.

He varies his rhythm, driving his hips forward over and over again as he watches me fall apart beneath him. My eyelids flutter, and I know I’m about to come, but Theo’s hand finds the back of my neck, startling them back open.

“Keep your eyes open,” he orders, and his authoritative tone does nothing to help me hold back the orgasm building inside me. “And keep them on me. I want to see you, princess. All of you. I want to see my wife’s face when I make her come.”

Oh fuck.

That’s all it takes. I fall into my orgasm, biting my lip and crying out loudly as I struggle to keep my eyes open. The edges of my vision start to blur, but I will myself to laser focus on Theo’s gorgeous emerald irises. A hungry grin splits his face, and he fucks me harder and faster in response, dragging a series of moans out of me with every little movement.

My climax roils through me in waves, each a little less intense than the last, until it finally subsides, and I come back into mybody. My chest heaves, and Theo stops moving while I try to catch my breath. He’s beaming at me.

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