Page 48 of Love is Fake

“Nox,” I plead, begging for more. Needing to feel him against me without the barriers of clothes between us.

“Inside.” He growls his answer against my lips and I’m grateful he has the presence of mind to know we should move this indoors. I have no intention of giving the neighbors or any snooping photographers a show. “Hold on,” Lennox instructs, his hands dropping to my ass, as I hook mine behind his neck and he carries me through the door, kicking it closed behind us. His mouth doesn’t leave mine. Not until he sets me down on the ground. I can’t say that I’m not grateful for his strong arms around me as my legs have apparently turned to jelly.

Our lips separate just long enough for Lennox to skim his hands up behind my back and pull my top off slowly. I let it fall where it drops and then I’m on him, pushing his shirt up and over his head, exposing his beautiful, hard body. And then I stop, for a moment, taking him in, committing his lines and his ridges to memory.

“If you don’t stop looking at me like that, Izzy, this isn’t going to last anywhere near as long as I want it to.”

Lennox’s words have me snapping my head up to meet his eyes, which are burning as they look me over with the same intensity I’m staring at him. with

He reaches out to drag his finger down the column of my neck, one hand palming my breast as the other pulls me towards him so he can keep kissing me as if he never wants to stop. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he says, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, sending another flood of wetness between my thighs. Every touch of his sends shockwaves through my body, making me dizzy with desire.

I make an impatient noise as his mouth moves away from mine, his head dipping to my chest. He bites my nipple through my bra, making me moan as my hands go into his hair, urging him on. My breasts ache for his mouth, for him, for all of him.

“Too many clothes.” I manage to get the words out in breathless pants. He looks up at me from under his dark lowered lashes, his gaze predatory and so damn hot.

Slowly, he walks me backwards, until the back of my legs hit the end of the bed. Watching me the whole time, Lennox reaches behind me and unhooks my bra with practiced ease and – after only a moment’s hesitation – I let it fall to the ground.

Standing in front of Lennox like this, half-naked, I should feel nervous, vulnerable, but the way he looks at me drives all those fears out of my head. He makes me feel sexy, confident in a way I never have before outside of my work.

“Beautiful,” he breathes, devouring me with his eyes and then with his hands, his mouth. I let my head fall back as he sucks on one nipple, biting gently and making it hard for me to stay upright.

Smoothly, he encourages me to ease back on the bed, his strong arms cushioning my fall. He follows me down, his hands on the button of my pants. Snapping them open and hooking his thumbs inside, he pulls them down and off along with my panties, leaving me completely bare to him.

The look in his eyes is pure male approval. The way he looks at me is so proprietorial it would normally set my ingrainedsense of independence on edge, but I don’t mind him examining me like this in bed. In fact, I like it. I like the idea of belonging to him. I like it a little too much.

My hands go to his belt of their own volition, copying his actions. He raises an eyebrow at me as I impatiently shove his jeans and boxer briefs down, letting his impressive erection spring free. After straddling his lap last night I’d known he was big, but it’s one thing to know and another to see the length of his hard cock.

He must read nervousness in my expression, because he kisses me sweetly, tenderly enough to make me fall half in love with him.

“We’ll go slow,” he promises. But I don’t want to go slow, I don’t want to wait, I want to feel him,allof him inside of me, filling me up.

As if he’s read my thoughts, his hands roam down to the space between my thighs, the place where I’ve been wanting him for far too fucking long. He strokes me slowly at first, feather-light, skimming my nether-lips with his fingertips. I grind against his hand, wanting more, needing every damn thing this man has to offer. My body is out of control. My desire through the roof. The hardness of Lennox’s cock tells me that he’s right there with me, but his actions remain calm. Slowly, he draws lazy circles around my clit, making me writhe on the bed, nowhere near satisfied, the burning craving between my legs only getting more intense.

“Stop teasing,” I whisper breathlessly, greedy for more than the soft caresses he’s showering me with.

“You think I’m the one doing the teasing?” His voice is strained, raw with desire.

I nod because I don’t think I can get any words out around the ball of need in my throat. That’s all it takes for Lennox to really take charge. In an instant, he’s slipped between mythighs, his fingers opening me, exploring me, stroking me more insistently now and driving me towards one inevitable conclusion. My hands run over his shoulders, massaging the strong muscles I’ve admired but have never been able to touch how I wanted, until now.

My grip on his arms tightens as he thrusts into me harder, stimulating nerve endings most men don’t even know exist.

“You’re so tight, baby.” Lennox groans as he inserts another finger inside of me, his movements getting faster, leading me to a crescendo of pleasure.

My gasps get louder as he fucks me with his fingers. I try to swallow my cries down, but Lennox shakes his head. “I want to hear you,” he mouths against my neck, kissing, biting, licking. “I want to hear you scream as you come.”

His words and fingers send me over the cliff I was teetering on the edge of and I’m calling his name as my orgasm rocks through me, leaving me feeling like I’m floating. My whole body turns to mush as he kisses me softly, sweetly almost, stroking my breasts, whispering how beautiful I am, how sexy, how much he wants to fuck me until my pussy is just as raw as my throat.

Lennox’s face is pure male satisfaction as he dips his head, kissing his way down my neck, between my breasts, making me arch into him. He moves further, over my navel, kissing a path all the way down to my pussy.

“You’re so wet, Isabella.” His tone is reverent as he strokes my slick folds with his clever fingers. “Open for me, baby.” He encourages my legs to spread further and then he settles himself between so that all I can see is his full head of hair. Anticipation threatens to bite a hole in me as I wait and wait for the tickling of his breath to stop and something else to take over.

And then…there it is. Just the tip of Lennox’s tongue as he circles my clit. For a second. Two. Three. My eyes close, my breath halts and then I’m gasping for air as Lennox closes hismouth around my pussy, tongue-kissing it the way he did my lips.

Not long after, his fingers join, working me deep as his tongue licks me, finding my g-spot, sending me into ecstasy with his mouth and his hands.

“Come for me, Isabella.” He captures my clit, sucking hard and I let go, screaming as I orgasm for the second time.

In the background, I hear the rustle of foil and the snap of rubber as Lennox puts on a condom. Pinning my hands to my sides, he moves his way back up my body, covering my mouth with his luscious lips, my body with his.

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