Page 99 of The Purest Fake

“So do you,” she breathes.

Watching her sensual movements and feeling the way her inner walls grip me is overwhelming and testing the limits of my restraint.

“This is perfect,” I whisper. “You’reperfect.” I run my hands up her legs to the juncture between her thighs and gently circle her clit.

Scarlett moans, throwing her head back with abandon, her long, dark locks cascading down her back.

Thrusting upward on every one of her downward strokes, I drive myself deeper. At the same time, my fingertips continue strumming the bundle of nerves.

“Cooper,” she gasps, her lips parted in pleasure and her eyes heavy lidded. “Close.” Her movements become more urgent, her breasts bouncing as she rides my cock. I’m mesmerized by the wild-haired goddess above me. I increase the pressure and speed of my fingers, and say, “Let go, Scarlett.”

Her legs tense and then shake as she unravels above me. “Oh!” she cries out, her inner walls rhythmically squeezing my cock.

I groan as my orgasm nears. I’ve never felt anything like being inside Scarlett. It’s almost too much pleasure to bear. Her body was made for mine.

I thrust a few more times before I’m hit with the most forceful orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My fingertips dig into herhips as pleasure captures me in its grip and my cock empties inside of her.

She drops down on my chest, panting as hard as I am. I slip my arms around her, drawing her as close as possible.

“That was incredible,” I say.

She props her chin on my chest and smiles up at me. “I agree.” She swirls her fingers over my chest like a doodling pen. “Was it everything you thought it would be?”

“It was…” I trail off, trying to find the right words for what we just shared. “It was more. So much more than I imagined.” I cup the side of her face, sweeping my thumb over her cheek. “I love you.”

She leans into my touch. “I love you too, boytoy.”

The first thingI notice as I stir to wakefulness is the streams of morning sunlight coming through the slits in the blinds. The second is something warm and wet making a languid journey up and down my cock. My eyes snap fully open. Looking down, I find Scarlett’s dark hair spread across my thighs and stomach as she continues her sensual exploration.

Her mouth releases my dick with a pop. “Good morning.” Her lips close around the head once more before she slowly slides down, taking the entire length.

“Good… morning.” I croak out the greeting, tangling my hands in her hair.

Humming, she wraps a hand around my cock, sliding her fist up and down in conjunction with her mouth. All while she tries to suck every bit of fluid from me.

“That’s incredible,” I pant, which seems to make her redouble her efforts and suck harder. Her tongue swirls aroundthe sensitive head, like she’s licking a lollipop, while her hand strokes the rest of my length.

My hips lift off the bed as I thrust between her lips. Pressure builds between my legs. “I’m close,” I warn.

She hums, letting me know she heard, but she doesn’t stop. She stays on pace, and the slick sounds her mouth and hand make are driving me crazy.

I come hard and fast, spilling into her mouth with a strangled cry. She swallows every drop, then licks me clean.

She lies next to me with a satisfied smile teasing the corners of her mouth.

“That was a hell of a way to wake up,” I say.

“I couldn’t resist any longer,” she tells me, and I wonder how I got so goddamn lucky.

Pre-game jitters area normal part of playing football—at least for me they are. But today they’re worse than usual. I’m sure it’s because this is my first game back after my shoulder injury two weeks ago, and the pressure feels heavy enough to suffocate me.

My hand trembles slightly as I raise the bottle to my lips. I take a long pull, then replace the cap. Dragging in a deep breath, I try to calm my nerves.

“You got this, Grind,” Griffin says, clapping me on the back as he walks by.

I nod, grateful for his encouragement. I know I’m physically ready. The team doctor and the head trainer cleared me, and I’ve been practicing without issues. But mentally, I feel like I’ve taken a hit. There are some lingering doubts that are concerning. What if I take another hard hit or fall wrong and reinjure my shoulder? Or what if I’ve lost a step during my time off?

Closing my eyes for a moment, I picture Scarlett’s face. Her words from our phone call this morning echo in my mind.“Just play your game, Coop. You’ve got this.”

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