Page 16 of Fake Christmas Date
"Fuuuck." Dylan's voice is a low growl as his stunning green eyes fix on me. "You're so hot, Emma. I can feel how much your pussy needs me."
My breasts move against his firm chest as I push down a bit more. Suddenly, something gives way, and I am able to keep sinking down until I'm pretty sure his entire length is inside me.
Both of his hands tighten on my ass. “Don't move," he grits out.
I'm already squirming slightly. "Why not? It feels incredible."
His eyes blaze as he firmly holds my hips still, stretching up to capture my mouth in another powerful kiss. Then he takes a slow breath. "Baby, I'm trying so hard to be gentle. But the urge to thrust inside you is almost too much to resist."
"Then don't resist." I wriggle from his grasp, lifting my hips up, then all the way down his shaft again.
He groans louder. "Perfection. My gorgeous dream girl is sheer perfection."
A deep shudder rolls up my spine – not just from his words, but also another slow, feverish stroke of his length inside me. "You want a little more?" I ask.
"Someday, a lot more. When you're ready." He smiles, reaching up to sweep my hair out of my face. "We have all the time in the world to get comfortable with this."
My breath stops for several seconds as my heart races and a fresh rush of moisture helps his cock move more smoothly inside me. Did he actually just talk about the future as if…it's a given? As if this is happening for real? Even if it's just bedroom talk, the idea drives me wild.
I resume my movements, his fingers on my hips slowing me down whenever I start to move too fast.
"I think I like it faster," I murmur, placing my palms on the front of his shoulders. As I rock, my breasts swaying over him, Dylan stares at my body as if he wants to worship every inch of my skin.
"Me too," he groans. "Faster…and harder."
"Yeah?"
"Yeah." His eyes glitter with intensity. "If this was our fifth time, I would turn you onto your back and ram you hard, my sweet baby. Listening to every single squeal and moan as I possessed your pussy and made you mine."
His.
I feel like I'm falling.
When I lean forward, his cock pulses inside me as I kiss a path to his ear. It takes me a moment to speak, then I whisper, "I've always hated lying. But we already lied to my work about you being my date. Lied to my family about the engagement. Why can't we lie to ourselves and say this is our fifth time right now?"
I pull back to meet his gaze. He freezes, our bodies motionless. He raises his eyebrow. I nod.
Then I squeal as I'm flung into the air for a split second and he flips us over.
Oh my…I love the way he takes control of my body, spreading me wide, flinging my leg around his hip. I thought we were having sex before, but as his long, thick cock plunges into me from above, I realize I'd only been teasing the two of us.
Four deep, hard thrusts later, I understand the difference.
I had no idea this is what I've always needed: to be fucked by a man who looks at me like I'm a goddess. To feelpossessedby him.
"Damn, gorgeous," Dylan mutters. "You feel that, don't you?"
I'm nodding, clutching his back as his massive frame dominates me completely.
"My sweet dream girl. So gentle. So delicate. So fucking perfect."
My heart is drumming so wildly I'm sure that he can hear it. I wonder if he notices my entire body is flushed with heat. Deep pleasure is already gathering low in my core, dousing me in curiosity about what will happen next.
We both zone out for several minutes, just taking in the incredible sensations of his swollen cock pounding my soaking pussy over and over. It's wild. Animalistic. I love every second of it.
Dylan's hand shifts, spreading my folds to find my clit. The pressure, lighter than his firm thrusts, is perfect. "How's that?"
I can't answer with words, only nods and breathy sighs.
