Page 59 of Fake Wife
“Beautiful,” he says, skimming his lips over my breasts. I shiver, my climax receding. He brings me down, slowly and painfully. I’m overly sensitive, but still wanting.
Still craving.
“Please,” I say, wrapping my hand around his erection. “I want you.”
“Good.” He grins, and he’s so blindingly beautiful, taking me on the thick, soft rug on his floor, unable to place me in his bed like a gentleman.
He presses into me, filling me slowly, so at odds with how he’s already taken me it makes my heart race. Slow and fast, rough and gentle. Yes, I want it all with Corbin Lane.
A pauper, a prince. I couldn’t give a shit, as long as I get all of him.
“Oh,” I moan when he’s inside me, filling me in such tenderness I quiver.
“Goddamn, you’re tight.” He falls to his elbows, knees spreading me as wide open as I can get, and his forehead hits mine. Our eyes meet and I grin.
“It’s been awhile.”
His hips pull out, taking him from me, and I cling to his firm backside, not letting him leave. “I don’t want to think about that guy when I’m inside you.”
He’s all but growling at me again, and then he slams back in, snapping his hips with a fierceness that evaporates any reminder from anyone ever entering my mind.
“Corbin.”
“Shit.”
“Yes.”
“Harder?”
“Please.”
We’re gripping each other’s hands and speaking at the same time, and it’s messy and gentle and rough. Sparking pleasure that takes me to the peak all over again.
“Yes,” he grunts, hips slamming me harshly against the floor. Every time he pushes deep inside me, his hand at my shoulder pulls me back against him. I’ll have carpet burn down my spine and I couldn’t care less.
I hold on as much as possible, kissing him sloppily, tongues tangling together, mouths fused, and his coarse chest hair abrades my nipples with every thrust.
And it’s wild and beautiful, and more than anything I ever hoped for. When I come again, clinging to him and throwing my head back so his lips press against my throat, marking me, I scream his name and I call him a god, and in my head I’m chantingMine. Forever. Please. Mine. Please.
He follows me over, his dick pulsing as he spends himself inside of me and then collapses, giving me his weight, crushing me.
I don’t care.
He’s giving me everything and I just want it forever, as long as I can possibly have him.
Real.
Please, let this stay real.
Chapter 21
Corbin
She’s beautiful. My soft and gentle angel, which is how she sleeps and how she lives.
Until I slide my dick inside her, and then she goes wild for me. Thank God for wills and addenda that declare I have to get married, because if Eleanor were alive right now, I’d throw her the largest, wildest party the crazy woman ever could have imagined.
Because I never could have imagined this, Teagan in my bed after I completely wore her out the night before.
