Page 45 of Single Dad's Fake Bride
“Tell me you want more,” I said against her skin.
“I want more,” she whispered, breathless now.
“Say it like you mean it.”
Her hips rolled against mine, needy, her voice breaking. “I want more.”
I rewarded her with a harder thrust, my hand bracing the back of the couch for leverage. The angle had her panting, her nails digging into my shoulders as she rocked with me.
“That’s it,” I coaxed, watching her face—eyes glassy, lips parted, flushed in all the right places. “Don’t hold back.”
Her breath caught again, legs tightening around me. I kept the pressure steady, working her higher, letting the tension build instead of breaking too soon.
“Almost there?” I asked.
She nodded, unable to speak, and I kissed her hard, my tongue tangling with hers as I kept her right on the edge.
“Then come for me,” I growled. “Now.”
Her body went rigid beneath me, a sharp cry breaking from her lips as she came, clenching around me so tight it nearly undid me. I kept my hand on her, working her through it, each ripple pulling another gasp from her throat.
“That’s it,” I coaxed, my mouth at her ear. “So pretty when you come for me.”
She whimpered, still shaking, but I didn’t let up. My thumb stayed on her clit, slower now, drawing lazy circles that made her hips twitch.
“Too much,” she breathed.
I nipped at her neck. “One more. I want to feel you lose it again.”
Her hands gripped my biceps, trying to steady herself as I started moving harder, deeper, the wet sound of us filling the space between her quiet moans.
“You like that?” I demanded.
“Yes.”
“You want more?”
“Yes,” she gasped, and I felt her pulse against my fingers, the tension building fast.
“Then give it to me. Come again.” I pressed harder, grinding my hips so she felt me everywhere at once.
Her back arched, her cry muffled against my shoulder as the second orgasm hit—stronger, messier, her whole body shuddering under mine.
“Christ,” I groaned, holding her through it, feeling every desperate squeeze. “That’s it. That’s my girl.”
When she finally sagged back, breathless and wrecked, I kissed her slowly, letting the taste of her and the heat between us keep me right on the edge.
I braced one hand on the couch beside her head, driving into her harder now, chasing the release that had been clawing at me since the first time she moaned my name. Her legs stayed lockedaround my hips, keeping me deep, every thrust met with the hot, slick grip of her still-pulsing body.
“You feel what you’re doing to me?” I growled, my forehead pressed to hers.
“Yes,” she whispered, her nails scraping over my shoulders. “Don’t stop. I want all of it.”
“You’re gonna get it,” I promised, my pace turning relentless. Each time I bottomed out, her breath caught, her lips parting in a sound that made my control slip further.
She tilted her hips to meet me, a needy, perfect angle that had me gritting my teeth. “God, you’re tight,” I bit out. “I’m not gonna last.”
“Then give it to me,” she urged, her voice a breathless dare. “I want to feel you come inside me.”
