Page 17 of Fake Christmas Date
"So soft, baby. I can feel your tight, wet pussy gripping my cock. Can feel how hard you wanna come for me."
Is he swelling even bigger inside me? It feels like it. Every thrust, every grinding motion, every flutter of his thumb against my clit, all work together to blanket me in pleasure.
That I notice a vein pulsing on the side of Dylan's strong neck. "Are you holding back for my sake?" I whisper.
"Of course. I can't come until you do."
It looks like it's hurting him to hold back. Like he is so ready to explode, but my needs come first. It's the sexiest thing I've ever known. "Dylan…" My breath is unsteady, sensation flooding through me as everything pulls inward.
He smiles, gripping my hip and fluttering his finger against my clit faster. "That's it. Fuck, you're so beautiful right now, Emma. I'm going to picture this moment forever."
Forever. With him.
Just the thought of it makes my teeth clench as I burn with desire, everything spilling over in wave after electrified wave.
His eyes darken, his breath rapid as he pounds harder and faster. "I can feel it, baby. Feel your hot, wet pussy squeezing my cock half to death. "Fuck, baby, yeah…"
The orgasm crashes through my entire body and soul, leaving me seeing spots of light behind my eyes. Blinking hard, I manage to focus just in time to see Dylan's expression shift, hear his gritty growl a moment before a burst of liquid warmth releases inside me.
Wow… It’s wildly sexy to feel his come spilling so deep. "Yeah…" I babble. "Yes…Dylan…"
I tug his shoulders, our lips meeting in a messy, frantic kiss. There's a roughness in it, as if he's trying to possess my mouth. Maybe all of me.
Dylan scoops my body against his, rolling us onto our sides. He pushes my hair out of my eyes, studying my face intently. "Please tell me I wasn't too rough."
My head shakes. "Not at all. It was amazing."
His eyes light up when he grins. As if he's proud of himself.
That falling sensation comes again. Am I brave enough to hope this fake relationship could turn real, or am I setting myself up for the disappointment of a lifetime?
Because I really am falling. In love. For this incredible man who looks at me with stars in his eyes.
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“Gently, for goodness’ sake. Don’t beat it like you're angry.” Mom swats my hand away, then demonstrates how to stir the mixture a bit less enthusiastically.
“Okay, Mom, I've got it now. Thanks.”
I start stirring again while she sprinkles various spices into the giant bowl of egg goop. I only get to have her Christmas quiche this one week of the year. I certainly don't want to mess up.
It might actually be dangerous for me to be helping at all, though, considering I'm still high as a kite from last night's…festivities.
Emma is always sexy, but when she let go like that… The image of her coming in my arms is burned into my retinas. Every time I blink, I see it again.
I give my head a shake, take another sip of hazelnut coffee, then get back to stirring the eggs. Finally Mom pronounces the goop finished, dumps it into a pan, and places it in the oven.
I take my coffee and a muffin out to the couch and zone out, idly scrolling my phone to check the weather and to see if anyinteresting jobs have come in for January. Halfway through an email about a potential kitchen renovation, I hear Mom gasp from a nook in the kitchen where she has her laptop set up.
"What the actual hell?" she shrieks at top volume.
Dammit.I was hoping Emma would be able to sleep in.
Dad shuffles into the room. "Miriam, please. It's very early."
Mom spins the laptop to him, and his mouth falls open. "What the…"
