Page 22 of Fake Dating the Silver Fox

The word is a hiss of air against my clit. I squirm against him, feeling close to climax already. I’ve never done this before, and the thought of doing something so new exhilarates me.

He grips my hips, pulling me closer as I try to pull back, unsure if I can take any more. But he won’t let me decide. He’s in charge here, and the very thought is a huge turn on.

With the way he’s holding on to me, I couldn’t get away if I wanted to.

And I don’t really want to.

His fingers dig into my ass, holding me still as he devours me.

I grind against his face, no longer worried if I will kill him. The only thought in my head is how fucking good this feels and how come I’ve never done this before?

And how am I going to get more.

Then, I’m coming, and all I feel is the quickening of my heart and the pulsing of every muscle in my body. I slide forward, resting my head against the headboard, but Graham doesn’t give me a moment to recover.

His cock pushes inside, filling me with one long stroke.

I cry out, shuddering as waves of pleasure crash over my entire body.

He thrusts deep inside me, just getting started on making good on his promise to fuck me all night long.

ChapterNine

Graham

“Scrambled or fried?”

I roll over and stretch my arms overhead, wincing as my bones creak. “You don’t have to make breakfast.”

Mara’s voice is muffled as she pulls her shirt over her head. “It doesn’t look like you’re moving any time soon.”

I sit up and grab her around the waist, pulling her back onto the bed. “You don’t have to move either.”

“I’m starved, and Cupid needs his walk.” She leans back against my chest. “Somebody kept me up all night last night.”

I press a kiss to the spot where her shoulder and neck meet, already knowing it’s a favorite. “Somebody kept me up, too.”

She laughs and pushes against me, struggling to stand. “I thought older men were supposed to be tired all the time.”

I shrug. “I feel better than I have in years.”

Yesterday, the comment would have stung. I’d have felt insecure around Mara’s youth and vibrance. But, today? All I feel is incredibly lucky.

I roll off the bed, grabbing Mara for one more, lazy kiss. “I’ll walk Cupid.”

She wraps her arms around my neck and leans against my chest. Her full breasts flatten between us, and it’s all I can do to keep my hands from roaming up from her waist to cup them. I restrain myself, knowing if I hold the firm weight of them in my hands, I won’t be able to stop touching her until we are in bed again.

I kiss her one last time, then slide out of her embrace. Threading my legs through a pair of sweatpants, I turn to find her watching.

The brightness in her gaze tells me she likes what she sees. Then, a dent forms between her brows.

“You’re not going out like that, are you?”

I grab a shirt from the bottom drawer. “I’ve got a shirt.”

Her brows go up. “But you’re wearing gray sweatpants.”

“What’s wrong with them?” I slide the shirt over my head. “It’s seven in the morning on a weekend. No one is dressed up.”

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