Page 103 of A Very Fake Play


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He lets out a primal, masculine sound that sends a shiver straight through me, ratcheting my need for him.

Kaz drops to his knees, grabs my hips, turns me around, and bites my ass as he gropes my cheeks.

I gasp.

The sensation is pure bliss.

He flips me around, and I almost trip on my high heels.

He steadies me by gripping my ass cheeks before burying his face between my legs and inhaling.

I dig my fingers into his thick, brown hair.

“Fuck, I love your scent,” he says, his voice deep and chocolatey.

He blows hot air against my pussy before nipping at it over my panties.

A shudder runs through me.

He does it again.

I squirm in his grip.

“God, Kaz.”

“I want to mark every delicious part of you—your mouth, your beautiful tits, your pussy, stomach, and your gorgeous ass. I want to make it so dirty, it’ll redefine what you know about sex. I want to make it so filthy, you’ll curse every other cock you’ve had for not honoring your pussy like you deserve. I want to make it so debased, you’ll never be able to think of me—of us—without your pussy weeping with need.”

Good Lord, take me now.

My nipples pebble against my bra at his incendiary words.

And… I think the pussy weeping already started.

“And don’t think you’ll be able to seek salvation from a paltry sex toy. No.” He shakes his head. “You’ll need a good pounding from my meaty cock just so you can function.”

Blink.

Blink.

Blink.

“Once you ride my cock, you’ll wonder how you managed to survive this long without a daily fuck.” He places a hand over his crotch and squeezes hard.

Mother of God.

This guy may be brooding, grumpy, and a man of few words, but he holds a PhD in dirty talking.

“When I’m done with you, I’ll have ruined you for any other man, Harley.”

Fiery heat streaks through me like flames licking up the walls of a burning building. I let out a garble of words in a language that’s never slipped from my lips before as my chest heaves in anticipation.

“I don’t do soft, sweet, or tender. If this is too much to handle, we can stop right now,” my roommate with the potty mouth says.

I’d be a fool to refuse those tempting promises.

This man can dominate me all day and all night long.

“I want it dirty, filthy, debased. I want that with you.”