Page 69 of Play Fake
I don’t say that in the moment, and maybe I’ll regret that later, but I can’t. I’m seconds from coming, and I need to hold off. I need to let her come first.
Sandpaper.
It’s my go-to when I don’t want to come yet. I have no idea why, but the idea of sandpaper is about the most boring thing I can think of in the moment.
I start picking up the pace, allowing my mind to wander as I pump in and out of her.
Why does sandpaper come in coarse and medium and then variations of fine? There’s the regular sort of fine, very fine, extra fine, super fine, and ultra fine. Couldn’t whoever named sandpaper come up with better words? Synonyms, perhaps? Delicate or smooth. And why isn’t microfine one of the options? Furthermore, why isn’t there a very coarse, extra coarse, super coarse, or ultra coarse option?
Her pussy contracts around me, and even though it’s a tight vise, I can read the signals. I push sandpaper out of my head and focus on the task at hand.
“Yes, Dex. Oh, God, yes, this feels so good! Oh my God, Dex!” She’s losing all control, and it’s hot as fuck to witness. I watch her as she bites her bottom lip and squeezes her eyes shut.
As I thrust into her over and over, picking up speed as I feel my own climax start to climb through me, her moans get louder and louder as she starts to scream my name. That’s it. Her pussy clenches tightly to me, and that sends me into my own release.
I grunt as pleasure roars along my spine, and I let out a low growl as I start to come, too. I freefall into the type of release I’ve needed for weeks now, and I bask in the feel of her body surrounding mine as I bury my face in her neck. I bite her skin lightly as I finish, and I hold inside her for a few extra beats.
We’re both panting now, desperate to catch our breath as we cling to one another. Her legs are still wrapped around me as if she doesn’t want to let me go, and I don’t want her to. I don’t want to slip out of her. I don’t want this moment to be over between us. I don’t want to wait two weeks until we can do this again.
I don’t want to leave her in the morning.
But what we want doesn’t always line up with reality.
Eventually she relaxes and drops her legs, and I pull out of her.
I press another kiss to her mouth before I climb off her and head to the bathroom to take care of the condom, and when I return, I bring a warm, wet washcloth with me.
She’s exactly where I left her, her breathing more even now. I press the washcloth gently to her pussy, and she moans.
“Is that what I’ve been missing out on all this time?” she whispers.
I laugh and wiggle my brows in jest. “I can’t speak for anyone else, but probably not.”
She sits up, and I stop what I’m doing with the washcloth. “Dex, that was—”
“Incredible?” I supply.
She nods. “I thought my first time would hurt. It didn’t.”
“Because I know what I’m doing.”
“Clearly.” She clears her throat. “I’m just, uh—I need to go clean up.”
I nod, and I hand her the washcloth. She heads to the bathroom, and I take a minute to collect myself and my thoughts. I have no idea how I’m going to say goodbye to her in the morning.
I guess because I’ve never had to worry about goodbyes. When it was over, I left.
But suddenly, I do.
CHAPTER 27: Ainsley Bradley
Doing This All Backward
I glance at myself in the mirror, and I can’t help but think I actuallylookdifferent.
An hour ago, I was still a virgin. Now I’m not.
And holy hell, it was freaking amazing.
