Page 92 of Fake Out Hearts

“Oh, I will,” I promise, my voice low. “But you need to tell me how badly you want it first.”

“I need your cock in me, Theo,” she whispers. “More than anything.”

“Fuck.” I unzip my pants and shove them down just enough to free my cock.

Gripping myself with one hand, I tease her entrance with my tip. She shudders and moans, quietly enough that no one outside will hear, but loud enough to drive me fucking crazy. I lean forward so that my lips are grazing her ears.

“Can you be quiet?”

She nods eagerly, but when I press inside her a little, her mouth drops open on a soft noise. I chuckle, pumping shallowly halfway in and out of her.

“We’ll see about that. I want to make you scream. I want the whole team to hear how good I can make you feel. So that they’ll all know you’re mine.”

“Oh fuck.”

She sounds almost wrecked already, and the desperation in her voice snaps any restraint I had left.

I drive all the way into her, filling her up completely. Then I start to thrust deeply, fucking her hard and fast. There’s no time for anything more than that, but judging from the way her eyes are squeezed shut and her lip is trapped between her teeth, she’s not going to last long either. When she starts driving her hips back to meet my thrusts, ramming me deeper into her, it’s almost enough to push me over the edge.

“You feel so damn good. Look at you taking my cock like this. My perfect wife. My fucking dream girl.”

I grip her waist and pull her back into each thrust, getting even deeper and filling the room with the sound of our bodies clapping together. But the guys are talking and laughing in the living room, so I’m sure they can’t hear it. And even if they could, I wouldn’t care. The only thing that matters to me right now is Becca and the way I’m making her feel.

When my balls start to draw up tight and Becca’s legs start to shake, I stop thrusting for a moment, giving us both a break to catch our breaths. But she keeps rocking her hips and squeezing my cock with each movement.

“Fuck,” I bite out. “Goddamn, baby. If you keep doing that, I’m gonna fill you up.”

“Do it. Give it to me. Please, Theo.”

The raw need in her voice makes my heart pound. I’ll never get over what the sound of her begging does to me. Nothing else in the world affects me like this.

“Anything for you, princess,” I say and drive into her again, dragging a whimper out of her. She manages to muffle it, but there’s a good chance the guys might have heard. “Are you sure you can be quiet? Or is the whole house about to hear you screaming from how good I’m making you feel?”

She nods, instead arching her back as she meets my next thrust. I’m not sure which question she’s saying yes to, but I don’t really care. I wrap my arms around her chest and pull her into me, kissing her neck and shoulder as I drive into her.

“That’s it. Take my cock, my dirty girl,” I mutter in her ear. “My beautiful fucking princess.”

Her whimpers build to a fever pitch as I gradually increase the pace of my strokes, and when her jaw drops like she’s going to scream as her orgasm hits, I grip her chin and turn her face toward mine, kissing her to muffle the scream building in her throat.

She trembles in my arms and groans into my mouth as she comes, her pussy spasming around my cock as she drenches me.

It takes everything I have not to release with her until she’s finished, but when she finally pulls her mouth from mine, I can’t hold it back anymore. My forehead drops to her shoulder as I lose it, my thrusts turning wild as my cock pulses. I come with a low groan, filling her up.

When the last shudder finally works its way through me, I pull out of her and spin her around to kiss her again. Her back thuds softly against the bedroom door, and I notice a break inthe conversation down the hall. A beat later I hear Noah clear his throat.

“Everything okay in there? Need help finding anything?” he calls down the hall, and Becca freezes.

She pulls away from me and laughs, a blush reddening her cheeks.

“Everything’s fine! Just having a hard time finding the tables for our poker game,” I shout back.

“Are there even any tables in here?” Becca whispers. I shake my head, and she laughs. “Of course not.”

I shrug. “They’re downstairs in storage, actually. But there was something I wanted more in this room.”

She grins. “I’m glad you liked your surprise.”

“Oh, I did.” I cradle the back of her head, leaning in to kiss her again. “I really fucking did.”

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