After his first tentative stroke to test her limits, he didn’t hold back, and she didn’t want him too.
He pounded into her. His cock so deep in her pussy, and the plug in her ass, her body ready to shatter. It wasn’t enough for him, though, her either.
He turned her over again, entering her again from behind. Once he was comfortably settled, he leaned down, pulling her upright onto her haunches as he drilled into her. A careful hand placed at the base of her throat while the other teased her clit, and her body was on sensation overload.
Her orgasm was too powerful, every nerve synapse firing at the same time from his multiple onslaughts. Her breath caught in her chest as bright sparks burst behind her closed lids as she drowned in a climax so powerful, it left her wet and limp against him, using his solid frame to keep her upright.
He laid her gently down on the mattress, holding himself over her and he looked down at her. “I want you to wear my plug all day.”
She huffed, trying to catch her breath. “From what your mother said last night, it sounds like she plans to have me in boutiques all day.”
“I know. But the thought of you fighting your own climax all day in public while that plug keeps you on the verge of release, my dick is hard just thinking about it.”
He tapped the flared head of it with the tip of his cock.
“Do this for me, and I promise to make it all worth your while.”
She moaned beneath him, wondering how she’d let herself be sucked into this. This was a fake engagement. They weren’t a real couple. Not anymore. And yet, those lovely orgasms he’d given her were as real as every tangible thing in the room.
With him fucking the good sense out of her, all she could do was meet his steady gaze and nod.
“That’s my good girl.”
Chapter 8
“Youlookfuckingamazing.”
Najah turned away from the mirror to see her fake fiancé staring at her from across the open room.
She wore a one-shouldered, mini body con dress that put all her curves on display. Between the rouching and her corset-like shapewear, the soft black material looked classy enough to wear to an engagement party and sexy enough to keep Tomasso’s eyes pinned to her.
“You are trying to kill me with that dress. How am I supposed to do anything but watch you all night?”
She hoped her pointed brow revealed just how little she felt for him in this situation.
“Well, turnabout’s fair play and all that.”
He stepped closer to her, placing his hands carefully on her waist and the playful edge she thought she had begun to dissipate into the air.
She’d gone from feeling in control of their banter to out of control of herself, and that worried her.
She’d lost herself in this man once. She couldn’t repeat that mistake again.
“Are you still wearing that pretty little accessory I gave you this morning?”
His words ghosted over her bare shoulder like fingertips. She wanted to lean into them. Everything about the way he teased her with his words to the way he’d owned her body last night was familiar, too familiar. That’s exactly why she shouldn’t give in. She just had to remember that.
“I am.”
Tomasso’s grin widened as his gaze narrowed. His stare so intense, he almost seemed to be looking through her.
“You have no idea how much I love it when you please me.”
She shifted, and the plug pressed against her sensitive spot nearly forcing an indulgent moan from her lips. But she refused.
“I’m not doing it to please you. I’m doing it to please me.”
Pleasing him had always been a mutually beneficial thing for her. Somehow, that knowledge didn’t allow her to let go of the way she so desperately wanted to please him right now. It was childish of her. She knew that. But there was some little piece of her that wanted to hold back, even this tiny thing from him.
