Page 28 of Fake It Til You Break It

He punctuated the filthy words by arching into me, his thick latex-covered erection sliding along my crease. I squeezed my eyes closed and moaned, my hips working faster as I pushed into his tight grip.

“More,” I gasped, my head spinning as I struggled for breath. “Don’t stop.”

“I have no intentions of stopping.” The blunt tip of his lubed cock pressed between my cheeks and tapped against my entrance. “Not until you’re screaming my name.” He flexed his hips, pushing against me more insistently. “Relax, baby. Let me in.”

Easier said than done when it felt like every nerve in my body had been stripped raw and laid bare. But I arched my back and took a couple of deep breaths, willing my body to accept the invasion.

“Ah, fuck,” Beckett growled, dropping his brow to my shoulder as he sank into me. “You are so fucking tight. So goddamn hot.”

Once he was seated, he stilled, giving me a chance to adjust to his size, which I appreciated. Because, my god, he was big. Thick, rigid, his cock filled my depths, stretching me in ways I had never experienced, and creating a delicious burn that only pushed me closer to the edge.

“Okay?” he asked, his voice tight.

I nodded once. “Keep going.”

He started slow, moving in gentle, controlled glides that made my heart pound and my balls ache. As my muscles relaxed, welcoming a more assertive touch, he increased his pace, thrusting harder, deeper, as he pushed us both toward something incredible.

His fingers dug into my hip as he jerked me back on his cock, the sound of our flesh meeting echoing around the room to join the symphony of ragged breaths and desperate moans. The pressure built, the tension balancing on a knife’s edge, ready to snap.

I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. I couldn’t do anything but feel. My heart thundered inside my chest, and blood roared in my ears. A low buzz hummed across my skin, and my lower belly tightened as my inner walls squeezed around him in rhythmic waves.

The tempo increased as the need built, each of us chasing the same prize. The muscles in my legs shook, the limbs threatening to give out as waves of indescribable pleasure crashed over me. Lost, flailing, I cried out, his name a frantic plea on my lips.

“That’s it, baby,” he responded, driving into me with primal intensity. “You’re so close, aren’t you? Are you going to scream for me?” He pumped his fist along my length, jerking me in tandem to every bone-jarring thrust. “I want to hear you scream, Jazz.”

My fingers curled around the windowsill, the skin white and the knuckles aching in protest. Screwing my eyes closed, I dropped my head as heat exploded inside me, dragging me to the precipice and shoving me right over the edge.

“Beckett!”

My voice resonated throughout the room and reverberated off the windows. My body locked down, my muscles rigid as the tension finally snapped. Gasping, shuddering, unable to hold back, I let go, spilling my release across his hand.

Beckett answered with a deep, rumbling groan. His grip turned bruising, and his coordination faltered as he thrust through his own climax, falling over the edge to join me on the other side.

The world faded, the city lights dimmed, and time stood still, leaving only us in that one perfect moment. I felt like I had been shattered, broken into millions of sparkling pieces, then put back together into something shiny and new.

Beckett’s arms came around me, holding me tenderly now that the frenzy had faded, his embrace comforting rather than desperate. I soaked up his warmth, his affection, feeling more at peace than I could ever recall.

“How about that shower now?”

Caught off guard by the suggestion, I puffed out a chuckle that ended in a quiet groan when his flagging erection slipped free from its sheath.

“Hold that thought.” Leaving me by the window, Beckett headed into the en suite to dispose of the used condom and start the shower. When he returned, he eased me around and pulled me into his arms. “How do you feel?”

In typical fashion, I blurted out the first thing that popped into my head. “I’m trying really hard not to think about the fact that we just had sex against the window for the whole world to see.”

His breath stuttered against my neck as he laughed. “We’re on the thirty-eighth floor, Jazz. So, unless you’re worried about birds…”

I bobbed my head. “What I’m hearing is that we just traumatized a couple of pigeons.”

I loved how he just laughed and rolled with my crazy thoughts.

“Come on, you’ll feel better after a shower.” He started to pull away, but stopped, his expression turning serious as he stared into my eyes. “You’re still staying, right?”

He had good reason to worry since I had an established record of running when things got a little too real. This time, however,he could rest easy. Yeah, it was a lot. Thing didn’t get much more real than this, but I didn’t feel overwhelmed or afraid.

In fact, I had never felt more convinced that I was right where I belonged.

“I’m not going anywhere.”

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