Page 100 of Playing Pretend

“We’re far more than best friends now, Pip. What we’ve got is on a whole different level.”

I nod, my heart warming at his sincerity.

“And we’re always going to be on this new level,” he adds. “You hear me? There’s no going back.”

“I know.” I can feel it. Trust in it. “I only want to move forward.”

“Good.” He sits on the mattress, dragging me with him. “Get on my lap.” He guides me onto his legs, his cock hard between us, my knees on either side of his hips.

We’re at the same height, chest to chest, the confidence in his gaze dark and mesmerizing. “Keep stroking me.” His breath brushes my lips. “I want you to learn every inch.”

Oh, God.I want that too.

I want to touch. To taste.

My mouth dries as I wrap my hand around his cock.

His eyes flash, a deep rumble of appreciation emanating from his throat.

I drag my touch over him, gentle, tentative, building my confidence with each pass.

“That’s my good girl,” he groans. “You make me insane.”

My blush deepens, the praise sinking to my core. “You like saying that, don’t you?”

“Saying what?”

I stroke a little harder, a little faster. “Don’t play coy. Is it a thing?Yourthing?”

“It’s definitely a thing. You’ve always been my good girl. My sweet, innocent little Pip.” He rocks into my touch, lazily fucking my palm. “Tell me I’m right in thinking you like it.”

The heat in my face creeps down my neck.

“Jesus,” he growls. “Even in the darkness that blush is going to make this end a lot quicker than I want.”

“This has already lasted longer than my past experiences.”

“As far as I’m concerned, your past no longer exists. After tonight, you won’t be able to think about your sex life without getting wet.” He pushes to his feet in a swirl of movement, making me squeal before gently placing my back on the bed. “I always want you wet for me.”

“Always?” I tease, wiggling into the middle of the mattress while he crawls on top of me. “That’s going to be awfully uncomfortable in social settings.”

“Not more uncomfortable than it was for me being hard for you for years.”

He grabs my wrists, placing them above my head, caging them with one hand. “Your eighteenth birthday was a struggle. You’d learned the effect you had on the opposite sex, so your clothes got tighter. They were practically nonexistent.”

“You mean the effect I had on teenage boys. You always kept me firmly in the friend zone.”

“Because you were eighteen and I was twenty-four.”

“I could’ve handled you.”

“Really?” He smirks, peering down at me with such predatory hunger my stomach flips. “You think your sweet, virginal pussy could’ve handled Goliath back then?” He grinds into me, his huge length sliding against my lace panties. “Believe me, in my fantasies you did. We were perfect. So fucking in sync. But I needed you to experience other men.” He uses his free hand to retrieve the condom from my panties. “As much as I hated it, I understood how important it was for you to know the difference between me and them.”

I didn’t want those lessons, but God, I learned the value of them. The value ofhim.

We’re meant for each other.

There’s no changing my mind.

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