Page 40 of Fake To Forever

That’s all the encouragement I need. Turning my eyes up to meet his, I hollow my cheeks and suck hard.

Christian releases a long growl and clutches my head to hold me still as he pumps his hips and drives his cock in and out of my mouth, taking over completely. I whimper and move my fingers harder and faster against my clit, chasing my own orgasm as he draws closer to his own release.

Suddenly, he lets out a roar and clutches me tight against him as he comes down my throat. That’s enough to send me flying toward my peak, and I shudder and cry out around his shaft as my orgasm rips through me.

Christian lets me go and I slump to my side on the floor. Panting, I stare up at him as I fight to catch my breath and he watches me in turn, his wide chest heaving.

At length, he squats down in front of me and gently takes hold of my shoulders to help me sit up.

“Are you all right?” he asks in a gentle voice.

Nodding, I give him a shy half-grin. “Yeah… yeah, I am.”

His smile is gentle as he brushes his thumb along my lips. Something shifts between us, and admittedly, I don’t fully understand what it means for us going forward, but some of my anxiety about this marriage has lifted.

Maybe there’s a way for this to really work after all.

Chapter Fifteen: Venice

Christian

“What colors do you want for the wedding?” I ask, as Haven looks up from the wedding magazine she’s been scanning with a slight smile.

Sitting together in the living room, our little tryst in the pool house still fresh in my mind, I try to focus on our discussion regarding our upcoming wedding. This was one of the reasons I invited her over tonight, after all. I hadn’t intended on doing anything more than hanging out and discussing details of our arrangement, but seeing her in that little bikini, soaking wet from the pool… something in my brain had snapped. Then, when she’d taken out my cock and gotten on her knees…

I have to shake my head to dislodge the thoughts. Dressed and dry, Haven doesn’t look at all affected by what just happened between us. She’s totally locked in on wedding planning, it seems. Which I’m not going to complain about. Though her actions definitely took me by surprise. I never would have taken her for a girl to do something like that.

“Something traditional,” she says, pulling me out of my head. “You’ll be in a black suit, and I’ll be in a white dress.”

How original… maybe this will be easy to plan.

“We’ll have to book a venue. Flowers. It’s a lot of work. You sure you don’t want to hire a planner?”

“Maybe,” she muses, before giving a short laugh. “Having someoneelsein charge of all this mightnotbe such a bad idea.”

“I can take care of anything you want. Money is no object.”

She stares at me from over the magazine, her brow raising slightly. “Is that so?”

“Yeah…” I reply slowly, slightly confused by her question. “Why would it be?”

She opens her mouth to speak, and quickly closes it laughing again. There’s clearly a point she wants to make but instead she doesn’t say anything. “Very well then… what about a honeymoon? Is that something we’re doing as well?”

“Why not. You can go anywhere you want to go.”

“Oh, anywhere?” she asks, her eyes widening as a sly smirk crosses her lips. “Venice… Milan?”

“I mean… if that’s where you want to go. Both are really nice in the spring.” I’ve been so many times, and never really stuck around to enjoy it, but from when I went I guess someone there to enjoy the scenes would find it beautiful.[1][2]

A soft subtle expression crosses her face as she seems to contemplate what I’ve told her. Though she doesn’t push for any more details. Not that I could give her many. I mean I know details about those places, but it wasn’t like I was sight seeing or anything. I was there for work and so my experience doesn’t go much past that.

“Well… I think we should go there. If you want to,” she finally responds after a moment. “I think Oliver would enjoy it as well.”

The fact that she is bringing up Oliver when it comes to our honeymoon completely catches me off guard. “You want him to come on our honeymoon?”

“Why not?” She shrugs as if her wanting something like that is completely reasonable. “He’s part of this relationship as well. Plus, we could see if the nanny is willing to come too. She can watch him when we do stuff alone together—but we can also do stuff with him. If you want to?—”

“I’d love that,” I cut in, my heart swelling at the notion that she would think of my son when it comes to something like this. I’ve always wanted to take him abroad, to let him experience life outside of the world we live in but I’ve never had a chance to. Not to mention, he’s so young.

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