Page 42 of Faking with Three

Her breath catches as I trail kisses down her neck, along her collarbone, and lower. My hands skim her waist, her hips, before sliding up to unhook her bra. She tenses for just a moment, her arms twitching as if she wants to cover herself, but I stop her with a gentle hand on her wrist.

“Don’t,” I murmur, my voice soft but firm. “You’re beautiful.”

Her eyes meet mine, and there’s something vulnerable in them, something raw. She nods slightly, and I take that as permission. Her body arches into me as my thumbs tease hersensitive peaks through the lace of her bra. Slowly, I peel the fabric away, revealing her completely. Her breasts are full, heavy, tipped with rosy peaks that tighten under my gaze.

“Perfect,” I murmur, my voice thick as I take her in. Her breasts are full, the softest shade of cream, and I can’t resist dragging my tongue across her skin. She shivers, her hands tangling in my hair as I lavish attention on her, sucking and licking until her breathing becomes erratic.

“Marcus,” she whispers, and it’s not a protest—it’s an invitation.

Her hands are in my hair now, tugging lightly as I continue my slow exploration. She arches into me, a soft whimper escaping her lips, and it’s enough to drive me insane. I kiss the curve of her breast, the sensitive skin there, and she gasps. My tongue flicks over her nipple, and she moans, her back arching as she presses closer to me.

“Marcus,” she breathes, my name a soft plea on her lips.

I lower my head, kissing her collarbone before moving lower, my lips brushing the curve of her breast. She gasps when my mouth closes over her, my tongue flicking against her sensitive skin. My hands continue to explore her, sliding down her sides and gripping her hips as her fingers thread into my hair, pulling me closer.

I glance up at her, taking in the way her head tilts back, the way her lips part on a sigh. “You’re incredible,” I murmur against her skin. I let one of my hands slide down further, over her thigh, teasing the edge of her skirt as I let my mouth linger.

I knead her softness, rolling her nipples between my fingers, watching as her body reacts to every touch. Her eyes flutter closed, her lips parting as she whispers my name like a prayer. I can feel myself growing harder, my control slipping with every passing second.

Her hips shift restlessly, and I know she’s just as desperate as I am.

I hook my fingers under the waistband of her skirt, pulling it down along with her panties in one slow, deliberate motion. The sight of her bare, glistening, and open for me nearly undoes me. “You’re so damn beautiful,” I growl, pressing my lips to the inside of her thigh, feeling her tremble beneath me.

Her hand finds mine, squeezing as if to steady herself, but I’m far from done. I slide a finger through her wetness, teasing her entrance before pressing inside. Her back arches, a soft cry escaping her lips. I add another finger, moving in slow, deep strokes, curling just enough to make her gasp.

Her hips lift to meet my movements, her body utterly at my mercy, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.

I press kisses to her thighs, murmuring encouragement as I work her, my fingers never faltering.

“You feel incredible,” I tell her, my voice ragged. She’s so tight, so warm, and I can’t stop thinking about how it would feel to bury myself inside her. The thought sends a jolt of heat straight through me, and I know I’m teetering on the edge of control.

“Marcus,” she whispers, her voice breaking as she trembles against my hand. I move faster, harder, driving her closer to the edge until I feel her tighten around me, her cries filling the room as she falls apart.

This is it. I can’t hold back anymore.

“Fuck, Liv,” I mutter, pushing my jeans down, kicking them off along with my boxers. My cock is hard, straining, and I watch her eyes go wide as she looks at me. I crawl up the bed, settling between her thighs, and she bites her lip, looking almost shy.

“You’ve never been with an older man, have you?” I ask, and she shakes her head, swallowing hard.

I smirk, leaning down to kiss her stomach, trailing my lips lower and lower. “Then let me show you how it’s done.”

I spread her legs wider, lowering my head between her thighs. I lick her slowly, teasing her, and she cries out, her hips bucking up off the bed. I grip her thighs, holding her still as I take my time, circling her clit with my tongue, sucking gently. She’s soaking wet, her arousal coating my lips, and I groan, lapping up every drop.

“Marcus, please,” she begs, her voice a high, needy whine. Her hands are in my hair, pulling me closer, and I can feel her legs trembling.

I look up at her, grinning. “You like that, baby?”

“Yes,” she gasps. “Please, don’t stop.”

I slide two fingers into her, curling them up, and she shatters, coming apart with a scream. Her walls clamp down on my fingers, and I feel her pulse around me, her entire body shaking with the force of her orgasm.

“Good girl,” I murmur, kissing my way back up her body. I position myself at her entrance, rubbing the head of my cock against her folds, teasing her. She looks up at me, her eyes glassy with lust.

“Tell me you want this,” I say, my voice barely more than a growl.

“I want it,” she breathes. “I want you.”

That’s all I need. I thrust into her in one long, deep stroke, and we both moan, the sound echoing through the room. She’s so tight, so warm, and I have to fight to keep from coming right then and there.

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