Page 78 of Single Dad's Fake Bride
“Please, I need you inside me,” she whispered, her lips brushing my neck.
I tightened my grip on her hips, keeping her in place as my fingers curled inside her. “Not yet,” I murmured against her ear. “You’re going to come for me right here, in my lap, before I give you what you’re begging for.”
Her thighs tensed around my hand. “Harrison…” It was half protest, half need, her voice already trembling.
“You like the way I fill you?” I asked, stroking deeper, pressing my thumb to her clit in tight, slow circles. “You like that I can make you lose control without even taking my clothes off?”
“Yes—God, yes.” Her hips rocked into my touch, chasing the friction.
I caught her mouth in a quick, rough kiss, swallowing the gasp she gave when I rubbed harder, faster. “Then take it,” I growled against her lips. “Come for me. Let me feel you soak my hand.”
Her breathing went ragged, every muscle in her body tightening as I worked her faster. I could feel her getting wetter with each pass of my thumb, the slick heat coating my fingers. Her forehead dropped to my shoulder, her nails digging into my back through my shirt.
“That’s it,” I coaxed, curling my fingers inside her again. “Let go for me, Sadie. Give me every drop.”
Her whole body jolted when the orgasm hit, a strangled moan tearing from her throat. She bucked hard against me, her walls clamping down around my fingers in pulsing waves that made my cock throb in my jeans.
“Yes…” I kept her there, drawing it out, my thumb never leaving her clit. Her thighs shook, hips stuttering as the climax rolled through her, breaking her apart piece by piece.
“Oh my God—Harrison—” Her voice was high, breathless, as if the air had been punched out of her. Each pulse of pleasure made her cry out again, softer now, her body shivering againstmine. I felt the hot rush of her release spill over my hand, soaking into my jeans.
I eased my fingers from her slowly, savoring the way she whimpered from the aftershocks. “That’s my girl,” I murmured, brushing my wet fingers along the inside of her thigh before bringing them to my mouth and sucking them clean.
She watched me through heavy-lidded eyes, still catching her breath. “Take your clothes off,” she whispered, her voice raw from pleasure.
I stood just long enough to strip my shirt over my head, then shoved my jeans and boxers down in one motion, my cock hard and flushed, the tip already wet for her. “Now,” I said, guiding her back into my lap, “we see how many more times I can make you do that.”
I kept my hands on her hips as I guided her forward, bending her over the mattress until her chest rested against the covers. She looked small there, knees spread just enough to balance, her back arching as she turned her head to glance at me.
“Stay just like that,” I told her, stroking my length slowly, letting her watch how hard she’d made me. My other hand slid over the curve of her ass, parting her to see the tight little star I’d never touched before. “You know what I’m going to do to you?”
Her breath caught. “I think so.”
“I’m going to take you here,” I said, tracing it with the pad of my thumb. “And you’re going to love every second.”
Her fingers curled in the bedding. “Harrison…”
“Relax for me.” I leaned over her, my chest brushing her back as I reached between her legs, stroking her folds until she was rocking against my hand. I kept my touch slow, building her back up until her moans were soft and steady. Then I straightened and slicked my fingers with her juices, pressing one gently to her back entrance.
She tensed, but I rubbed her clit with my other hand, coaxing her to breathe through it. “There you go,” I murmured. “Let me in.”
I eased the tip of my finger inside, circling slowly as she stretched for me. “So tight. So perfect back here.” I worked her open until I knew she could take more, then replaced my finger with the thick head of my cock, glistening with moisture from her dripping entrance.
I held her hips still, rubbing against her until she pushed back just slightly. That was all I needed. I pressed in, inch by inch, groaning as her heat closed around me in a grip so tight it made my pulse hammer.
“Talk to me,” I said, keeping my strokes shallow at first.
“It’s… so full,” she breathed, her voice breaking.
“That’s because I’m in every part of you now,” I told her, my fingers finding her clit again. “You’re mine here too.”
Her moans deepened, her hips starting to meet mine. I gave her more, pushing deeper, my pace steady but unrelenting. The sound of her pleasure filled the room, each thrust driving me harder.
“That’s it, Sadie. Take all of me. Feel how deep I am.”
Her body trembled, her hand clutching the blankets. “I’m close?—”
“Give it to me,” I urged, grinding against her clit while I filled her completely.
