Page 69 of His Fake Fiancé

He lowered her to the bed and reached over and snapped on the bedside lamp. It wasn’t dark yet, but gloomy outside, and the light sent a warm glow through the room. He stood up and stared down at her. She was beautiful, with her flushed cheeks and mussed hair and kiss swollen lips. His cock gave a jerk behind his fly.

She tucked her hair behind her ear and lowered her head slightly. Not quite meeting his gaze. “What?” she said, her voice soft, almost bashful.

He didn’t like this change in her. He wanted the feisty, sexy Claire back. “What do you want, angel?”

She didn’t raise her head, just her gaze, so she was staring at him. “You.”

There was conviction in her voice now. And the sexy smile that tilted one side of her mouth sent his cock twitching again.

“Then you shall have me,” he said, toeing off his shoes and pulling off his socks. He slipped his jacket off and tossed it on the chair in the corner. He unbuttoned his cuffs and then reached for the top button of his shirt. She leaned forward, wrapping her hands around the edge of the mattress. Her rapt attention was a huge fucking turn on.

He slid the buttons on his shirt open slowly, one by one. With each one, she leaned forward just a little bit more. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to slip right off the edge. It would be cute and funny if it wasn’t so fucking hot. He’d had plenty of women into him before, but nothing quite like this. It was intoxicating.

He slid the last button undone and tossed his shirt onto the chair with his jacket. Her gaze travelled the length of his torso, and she swiped her tongue across her lower lip. He fought back a groan, already imagining the feel of her tongue on his skin.

Imagined the feel of her skin under his tongue. So sweet and salty and soft.

He grabbed his belt and undid the buckle. The clink of the metal sounded loud in the quiet house. He pulled the belt out of the loops. She sunk her teeth into the corner of her lower lip, the move that always threatened to buckle his knees. He glanced over to catch his breath, and tossed the belt on the chair with his jacket.

Soft hands grabbed his waistband and with a jolt he looked down. Somehow, in the second he’d looked away, she’d moved to her knees in front of him.

He placed his hands over hers, stopping her. She looked up at him, and he swore he’d never seen a prettier sight than Claire on her knees for him.

Her eyebrows were drawn together in the cutest little frown he’d ever seen. He slid one of his hands into her hair. She leaned her head into the touch.

“You don’t have to,” he said, his frayed voice betraying him. He’d wanted to sound a little more authoritative, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

“Oh, but I really, really want to.” She licked her lips again, and this time he did groan.

He nodded and dropped his hand from over top of hers. She undid the button and then slid the zipper down. He’d thought the sound of his belt had been loud, but it was nothing compared to the teeth of his nylon fly. Just the click of the teeth and Claire’s heavy breathing.

She pushed his pants down, leaving him in only his black boxer briefs. The pants pooled around his ankles, and he kicked them aside. She ran her hands along his thighs, sending a tingle racing along his skin. Even through the fabric, the heat from her palms soaked into his skin. His cock twitched, happy to be almost free.

As if in answer, she slid her hand over his cock. He sucked in a breath. His hand was still tangled in her hair, and he rubbed her scalp. She made that purring sound again, and he came so close to fucking losing it, he had to hold his breath.

She ran her hand up and down the length of him, squeezing and kneading with her fingers. His cock lengthened and thickened, precum leaking from the tip. He groaned and tipped his head back. It had been so long since anyone had touched him like this. He felt like he was about to crawl out of his skin, the sensations were so good.

She moved her hands away, and he lifted his head, unable to stop the sound of protest that rolled up his throat.

“So impatient,” she said, staring up at him with what he thought was supposed to be a scolding look. The eagerness and lust in her gaze gave her away. She pulled his boxers down. His cock sprang free, smacking against his belly with a wet slap.

Her gaze was glued to his cock, and she licked her lips. So. Fucking. Hot.

“What are you going to do now, huh?” His taunt would have had more impact of he didn’t sound like he’d swallowed a handful of sand. “Do you want to kiss it? Lick it? Suck it?”

All she did was nod, making him want to laugh again. Until she wrapped her hand around his cock and gave a squeeze. He sucked in a sharp breath. If he’d thought her hands felt good on the outside of his boxers, it was nothing compared to her touch on his bare flesh.

“I… I don’t… I mean, I’ve never been with anyone who wasn’t circumcised before.” She finally looked up at him, her cheeks and the tips of her ears pulsing pink. “I don’t know what to do.”

“It’s okay,” he said, rubbing her scalp again. Her shoulders inched down. “I’ll show you how.”

He grabbed his dick with his free hand—he still wasn’t ready to remove his hand from her hair because he liked having the connection to her—and slid his hand up and down slowly, each down stroke sliding the foreskin down and then back up again. The purple head was wet and sensitive. Precum was leaking nonstop, he was so fucking turned on.

She placed her hand over his, getting a feel for the rhythm. He slipped his hand out from under hers and her long, delicate fingers took over.

“Just like that,” he said, the words more groan than anything else. “Squeeze a bit tighter.” She tightened her fingers, but kept the same pace. He hissed out a breath. Fuck, it had been too long since he was touched by anyone other than himself. Her delicate, strong fingers felt so fucking good.

“Do you want me to, you know, pull it all the way back?” Her voice was hoarse, and she flicked her gaze up to his face.