Page 78 of Faking it with the Billionaire
I moan, and just hearing her talk filthy makes me even harder. “You’re torturing me,” I whimper.
“I doubt that.” She smiles and lifts her hips, helping me out of my pants and boxers, freeing my erection.
Em runs her tongue over her lips before leaning down, bringing her mouth to my cock.
“Holy fuck,” I mutter, and my head dips back. My fingers thread through her hair. I’d forgotten how amazing it feels to have a woman’s mouth and tongue wrapped around my cock.
I swear Emerson gives the best head I’ve ever had in my life. She teases the crown with her tongue, licking and sucking in just the right way, with the perfect amount of pressure.
Words are lost on me as she takes my shaft deeper, and her fingers play with my balls. I’m trying to hold on, to keep this moment from ending too soon.
“Em,” I growl at her as the feeling toward oblivion nears. “I’m going to—you have to stop,” I warn her.
I don’t want her to stop, but I’m not ready to end our night just yet, either. The last thing I want is her disappointment or for her to tell the hockey wives that she never even had to fake it because I came first and left her hanging.
She releases her mouth from my cock and climbs up my body, teasing me, hovering, and making me want to plunge inside of her.
I slide my fingers between us, teasing apart her folds. She’s soaking wet and ready, but I’m not about to deprive her of anything yet.
Em smiles down at me, her eyelids half closed as she struggles to focus. “Kyler, that feels amazing,” she whispers and kisses me. “But I want your cock inside me.”
“I want that, too,” I whisper.
“Condom?”
I climb out from under her on the sofa and hurry to grab a condom from the other room. I didn’t plan this. Having one available downstairs wasn’t even a forethought this morning. I tear open the foil packet and sheathe the condom on my cock.
This time, I take the lead, my lips on hers, pushing her down onto the sofa, our foreheads pressed together, already gasping for breath.
“Are you sure?” I ask, not wanting to push her too far if she’s not ready. After all she’s been through, I’d never want to force her into anything.
“I’m sure that I want you to fuck me already,” Em says. She spreads her legs and leans forward, reaching for my body.
I run two fingers over her slit. She’s soaked, and I dip them inside her wetness, making sure she’s ready.
“Please,” she whispers, and it sounds almost like she’s begging me to fuck her.
I glide my cock slowly into her warmth. She’s tight, and Em grimaces. “Keep going,” she says when I stop.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You couldn’t ever hurt me,” Em says.
I crush her lips and push harder, deeper inside of her.
She wraps her legs around me, taking every inch of me inside her warmth.
My heart pounds just feeling the connection, the closeness with her. I’m falling for her.
Slowly, I withdraw before slamming back into her pussy, filling her completely with me. Her fingernails scratch at my back, my shoulder, my buttocks. She’s gripping me, tugging and pulling me deeper.
“More.” Her soft rasps encourage me.
Each breath is loud and vocal. I cover her lips with mine, quieting her as we both near the edge. We have to be silent. We’re not the only ones in the house.
Her insides tremble, and she clenches onto my cock, moaning into my mouth as I push deeper and feel her come undone.
I’m right with her, tumbling over into oblivion, coming inside of her.
