Page 65 of Faking Ties

When I’m left in only my bra and thong, he toes off his shoes and whips off his shirt.

“I need those shorts off,” I say.

“That was done on purpose.” He flashes me a cocky smile. “I didn’t want to scare you just yet.”

“Now I have to see.” I get to my knees and crawl to the edge of the bed. Placing my hands on the waistband, I slowly push them down.

He doesn’t stop me and his massive, and I meanmassive, dick greets me. There’s no underwear, no restraint for this thing. How did his dick not just slip out of his shorts? It’s so big it could’ve happened aboveorbelow.

“Holy shit,” I say. “How did you get him to fit in those jeggings?”

“Magic.” He laughs. “Do I get a new nickname thanks to him?”

“That depends.”

“On?” he asks.

“If you’ll even fit.”

“Oh, I’ll make it fit.” He lowers his voice. “You’ll be taking every last inch of me.”

I bite my lip, having my doubts, but ready for the challenge. He walks his fingers up my ribs and unclasps my bra with ease. When my breasts are revealed, he just stares at them as if mesmerized.

“Fucking hell,” he says. “You’re perfect.”

He flicks a nipple with his fingers before leaning in and sucking one into his mouth. I arch into him and grip his hair. He grins before moving to the other side. I’m totally going to come just from this. It’s a record for me, and he deserves to have a statue made in his honor.

After endless moments where all I can do is feel, he lifts his head. I must make some sort of whining soundbecause he laughs and nuzzles at my breastbone, licking his way down to my belly button and lower. To the waistband of my thong. Snapping it with a flick of his wrist, he nuzzles me.

“I’ve been dreaming about doing this again since the closet,” he says. He inhales deeply, and I suck in a sharp breath.

I lift my hips up and beg, “Please.”

“You want me to eat your pussy?”

“Fuck yes, and then I want your dick.”

“You’re so pretty, and pink.” He places my left leg over one of his shoulders and presses forward, bending my leg so that I’m open fully to him. “And mine.”

He licks me from slit to clit, and I’m already breathless by just the simple contact. He doesn’t devour me like I thought he would. Instead, he licks and nips at my inner thigh, forging a path to my clit. But once he’s there, he starts in on my other thigh. It’s torturous.

“I need you,” I whimper.

He spears me with a scorching look. “Do you really think I’m going to rush this? Now that you’re finally mine?”

“Yes?”

“No. I’m going to make you beg for me.” He trails kisses across my collarbones, down my right arm, past my elbow, and to my wrist. He kisses every inch of my skin, as if acquainting himself with my body. It’s the most intimate moment of my life, to have my body worshiped by someone else.

When I’m a shaky mess, desperate for him to make me come, I say, “Please, please, please. I need you to make me come.”

He grins and slides his hands under my ass and lifts my pussy to his face. “Your wish, my command.”

Now, he devours me. Licking and sucking me like an expert. When he adds two of his thick fingers, I’m gone for. I’m so close, on the edge. I rock my hips up into him, chasing my impending release. When he adds a third finger, I explode around him, seeing honest-to-fuck stars.

“Elodie,” he groans, once I come down from my high. “How can you taste so fucking good?” He laps at me. “I could eat you all day, every day and never tire of it.”

Him saying my name, and those words, is enough for my world to pause spinning for a heartbeat before picking up in double time.

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