She stands and moves over me without me having to ask, her curvy thighs straddling my lap as she sinks down lower to take all of me inside of her soaked tunnel.
Once she’s fully lowered herself, she pauses with her mouth forming a perfect “O” and grabs onto my shoulders to steady herself.
“Sebastian,” she groans throatily.
Her hips are fuller now, thanks to carrying my children, and so damn sexy. I grab on to her and start moving her body up and down. The pace is torturously slow at first, but I refrain from increasing the pace too fast.
Olivia’s head falls back as she rides me slowly, lost in our lustful bubble.
She feels amazing, her pussy clamped snugly around my length. We’re the perfect fit. Her unique scent is starting to permeate the air around us as her soft thighs collide with mine every time she moves on me.
I could spend the rest of my life buried inside of this woman and it still wouldn’t be enough.
She drives me crazy but in the best way. There is no other woman on this earth who could do for me what she does so effortlessly.
“Harder,” Olivia pleads, her body leaning against the chair in front of me.
My grip around her waist tightens as soon as she gives her command and then I’m pumping into her. The momentum of my strokes matches the intensity of my need for her and I pull her tight body down faster and harder.
“Yes!” she moans, grinding her hips into the thrusts.
That’s the last straw for me. I need to be deeper, closer to her.
From my seated position, I begin pounding upward, my hips moving with piston-like precision to drive into her wetness. Her tight walls contract around me, sapping me of my energy but I keep at it with fervor as need courses through me.
Olivia is barely able to catch her breath as she rocks up and down on me, but from the way she’s biting her lip I can tell she’s nearing another orgasm. Ever the overachiever, I steady her with one hand and my fingertips seek out her engorged clit.
Her movements turn jerky with the added stimulation and I know it won’t be long. But I want to come with her so I increase the tempo of our rocking motion once again.
“Olivia, you’re so fucking good, baby,” I grind out between thrusts. She feels so damn good and she’s milking me for everything I have.
“God, you’re going to make me come so hard, Bash,” she whines, reaching down to cover the hand that’s fondling her clit. “Don’t stop. I love it too much.”
Those words spur me on, making my movements frenzied and desperate. I need to come inside of her and mark her as mine as I always do.
“I want another baby,” I blurt spontaneously.
My wife’s movements slow but she doesn’t stop moving, not daring to suspend our lovemaking.
“What did you say?”
“A baby,” I breathe harshly. “I want you pregnant with another one of my kids.”
Her eyes darken at my clarification and out of nowhere, Olivia’s thighs begin trembling as she surrenders to her orgasm. I watch pleasure consume her and the ecstasy on her face pushes me over the edge in conjunction with the spasms tightening her pussy around my dick in a vice grip.
I come hard, grunting into her mouth as she leans down to kiss me. Fingertips digging into the flesh of her thighs, I continue shooting my seed inside of her until there’s nothing left to give.
Spent, I fall back against the cushion of the seat and pull her with me.
“I love you,” she sighs and the words tumble out of her mouth as easily as the breath filling her lungs.
“Does that mean the answer is yes?” I ask dropping a lazy kiss against her nose as our foreheads meet.
Still heaving, Olivia simply nods, moving both of our heads with the action.
“I can’t say no to you,” she confesses. “Especially not when making babies is so fun with you.”
Double Fake:
An MFM Fake
Fiancée Romance
He needs a fake fiancée to get his billion-dollar inheritance.
I agree to play pretend for a fee.
But when he touches me, things feel real.
Then we meet the private investigator sent to prove our relationship is a fraud.
His probing gaze sets my skin alight.
My heart is torn, how do I choose between them?
Or do I have to?
***MFM romance with guaranteed HEA***
CHAPTER ONE
ELLEN CASSIDY
“What would you like to order?”
I stare at the menu and then back at the waitress. She’s pretty, with a sweeping skirt and hair that glows. Despite her position as a waitress, I have a sneaky suspicion that she looks better than I do on this date.
“Give me another moment, please.” I reply, glancing across the table.
Cade stares at his own menu and shrugs. It is an easy movement, slow and graceful and I feel my insides tighten. He looks good in a suit, with his freshly styled hair and the heart-melting smile that he shoots right at the waitress.