Page 87 of Fake Out Hearts

I rest my legs on his shoulders, and even the mild discomfort of my position as I sprawl over the center console of the car is overridden by the sheer pleasure his tongue brings as he starts to fuck me with it.

He tortures me just like he promised he would, pushing me right up to the edge and then backing off before my orgasm breaks. I whimper plaintively, but he just chuckles against my pussy.

“You’re not in charge this time,” he murmurs. “It’s my turn. Time for me test your patience just like you tested mine.”

“Theo, please…”

He adjusts his grip on my thighs. “You can beg all you like. I fucking love the sound of it. Beg me to let you come, princess.”

And I do.

It starts off as small whimpers and whispered pleas, but after he gets me close and then backs away two more times, my noises get louder and louder, my words less restrained. I’m barely aware of what I’m saying anymore. All I can focus on is the overwhelming need to feel the pleasure building inside melike a pressure cooker explode, to feel it flooding my veins with the ecstasy that’s just out of reach.

“Please, Theo. Please, oh god, fuck. I need to come. I’m so… I’m so…”

My voice trails off, wordless sounds pouring from my lips, and finally, Theo’s self-control seems to snap.

“I want you to come on my face,” he whispers, his lips hovering over my clit. “Do it now. Come for me. Let go.”

His hot breath sends shockwaves through my body, and when he sucks my clit into his mouth, I can’t fight the plaintive whimper that spills past my lips. He presses two fingers into me, and my vision turns white. I’m so turned on after getting him off that the feeling of his fingers inside me is all it takes to start the cascading waves of an orgasm.

I try to keep my eyes open through it, to peer between my legs to watch him hungrily lapping at my wetness, but the pleasure is so intense that my eyes water and force themselves closed. My hands claw and grab at anything in the car they can get hold of, and Theo presses his face into me, his stubble like a flint sparking against my sensitive skin.

When it’s over, I melt across the seats, my chest heaving. Theo stands and zips up his pants, then takes me by the wrists and hoists me up out of the car into his arms, not even bothering to collect my pants and panties from the floor of his garage. I cling to his shoulders as he carries me into the condo, and even as spent as I feel, I’m nowhere near sated.

As soon as we’re inside, he sets me back on my feet to press me against the wall. Milo perks up with interest, but he must realize we’re distracted by each other, because he doesn’t come to greet us as effusively as he normally does.

Theo’s palms splay against the wall on either side of my head, keeping me locked in place as he resumes kissing me. He presseshimself against me, and I feel his cock swelling again through his pants.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you,” he mutters after a moment, pulling back. He scoops me back up into his arms and carries me to the stairs, kissing me the whole way. He’s so absorbed in our kiss that he trips on the steps, and we almost go down, but he breaks the fall and then lowers me onto the stairs, pinning me underneath him.

Our eyes lock, our chests heaving in unison, and I realize we aren’t going to make it to his bedroom. But that’s fine with me.

Like he’s reading my mind, he grips the hem of the jersey I’m wearing—hisjersey—and pulls it off over my head to throw it on the landing below. He thumbs my nipples, making sparks shoot through me.

Then he rises to his knees to unfasten his belt and wraps it around my wrists, making my breath catch. I don’t know where he’s going with this, but I love it. He hoists my wrists above my head and uses the belt to tie me to the railing.

“Is this okay?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “It’s more than okay.”

“Good. Because I’ve got you right where I want you, and I never want to let you go.”

His eyes burn into mine as he runs his hands down the sides of my naked body. And he’s right. I can’t go anywhere, but I don’t want to—because this is right where I want to be too.

Theo stands and shucks off his pants. His cock juts out, fully hard again and dripping precum as he peels his shirt off over his head. Then he knees my legs open and crawls back over me, his hand cradling my chin.

“I’m going to fuck you just like this. Spread open and needy for me. Is that what you want, wife?”

My body floods with heat, and my pussy so soaked that I can feel it coating my thighs. I nod without breaking eye contact, andhe drags his cock head across my clit, making me moan. I can’t stand any more teasing, so I wrap my legs around his waist.

“Don’t make me wait,” I gasp. “Please, Theo. I’m ready.”

He nods, his face set in taut lines that tell me he needs this as much as I do.

“Could never deny you anything,” he breathes as he lines himself up.

I feel his head start to stretch my entrance and moan in anticipation, and when he pushes into me with a powerful thrust, I gasp as the air leaves my lungs in a rush. He’s so fucking big, and even though we’ve had sex more times than I can count by now, it’s still a shock in the best way. His hips meet mine as he bottoms out, and our groans mingle in the quietness of the condo.

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