The Pretend Boyfriend novel Chapter 24

His appreciative noises only serve to spur her further. Her hands rub and caress his balls, two delicious fruits in their tight casings.

His fingers play with her hair, dance with her tresses and grab bunches of it as she sucks him harder. And all this while, the kernel of need in her core is building and building, and her juices are flowing and melting her insides with heat and making them go all soft and achy with want.

"Sam," he says hoarsely, "I need to fuck you."

She needs him to fuck her too. The tunnel of her pussy literally clenches with her need to be filled by him. It's a visceral hunger. A scorching culmination of her manifested desires.

They don't even make it to the bed.

She takes his glistening cock out of her mouth, and he reaches for his jeans pocket to take out a little silver foil packet.

"Here, put it on me," he says.

Her fingers are trembling as she takes the condom packet from him. She rips a tear into it with her teeth. Then she takes out the little circular fold of rubber and rolls it slowly, oh so slowly, onto his stone hard cock.

"You're good," he teases.

"I wish I can say I've had plenty of practice, but I don't." In truth she is nervous. Nervous that she wouldn't measure up to his usual standards - to the hundreds of women he has obviously bedded.

He senses this.

He caresses her cheek. "Hey," he says softly, "just follow my lead."

She looks up at him with shining eyes. He is so handsome. So masculine. So much in command of everything he is doing. She wishes she can be as confident as he is.

Then he grabs her by the shoulders and flips her onto her back with sudden aggression. His eyes sparkle dangerously. She's lying on the floor, naked, her pointy breasts bare to him and the velvet down of her pussy moist and open.

He parts her legs and positions himself in between them. Without mercy, he plunges into her - deep and strong and fitfully.

She shrieks.

"You OK?" he says, thrusting himself in and out of her all at once.

She's too bowled over to answer, but she nods. The pain is instantaneous, sharp but pleasurable. The sudden expansion of walls long left untouched is overwhelming, to say the least. She feels as if she has been sucker punched down there - but in a good way. In a long, pulling, languorous sort of way.

She twists her head left and right. Her hips are snagged beneath his pumping ones, trapped in a vise grip around the anchor of his penis, unable to move.

"What? You like it here?" He pinions her hips and concentrates on that spot. "They say 'G' is the target."

"Bullseye," she replies faintly.

Oh, she's going to miss him after this. After being fucked by Brian Morton, what other guy can possibly compare?

He drives himself floridly onto her G-spot - coring it, rubbing it until she writhes and screams in delirious pleasure. Her orgasm is blinding, coming on almost without her giving it permission. She arches her back from the floor and screams with all the sound and fury in her body. Paeans and paeans of sensation whiplash and crash through her sensory fibers.

And still he does not give her respite. He goes on and on, fucking and squeezing himself within her smooth passage while his lips dip down to kiss her savagely on her mouth. Again and again. Wet tongues laving wet tongues. Moist groins bumping and squishing with squelchy, love-struck noises. She has never felt so desired before. Or so horny. Even as her first orgasm abates, a second one blossoms and crests.

He trawls her through three mind-blowing orgasms before he lets himself have one. And even then, he keeps on going. She can feel him softening inside her, and then hardening again. Does this man ever stop? He's more than an incredible fuck. And when he looks into her eyes so deeply the way he is doing now - with gold flecks in his brown irises - she can imagine herself falling in love.

God forbid.

Never, ever, ever must she allow this. Because he won't be reciprocating it any time soon, she can be certain.

He doesn't do encores. Better take what he has to offer right now.