Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (good books to read for beginners txt) 📗

her hands braced against the tiled wall, and the warm water from the designer rainfall showerhead lashed down over her beautiful, naked form. Without a word, I got on my knees behind her, gently spreading her folds.

Taking a moment just to appreciate the sheer beauty of her tight, pink pussy, I then, as gently as possible, ran my tongue down the length of her, dragging a long, loud moan from deep in her soul. It was one that grew louder with each light pass of my tongue over her sweet, delicate lips.

Going a bit harder, I kept lapping, well aware that the pussy was pressure-sensitive instead of friction-sensitive. I really loved pleasuring her in this position. There was enough of an angle to put pressure on her clit and G-spot as I did.

When Maggie got close to orgasm, I pulled back a little, letting her settle a bit before going back in earnest, licking in hard, circular motions while working a finger inside her.

She started shaking so hard I thought she might collapse, so I braced my other hand on her hip in case I had to keep her from falling.

She stayed upright, just barely, as she shook and trembled with a massive orgasm. I got up and held her, kissing her gently as she came down.

There was no getting around it: I was falling for her, and I fully intended to show her how I felt.

When she was ready, I bent her over again and gently stroked my cock against her tender and engorged opening.

Maggie jerked as I eased the head of my dick inside her sweet, tight, wet little pussy. She took in a sharp breath and let it slowly out, a tremble going through her.

“You okay, darlin’?” I asked, stroking her lower back.

“God, yes! You feel really fucking good. Don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”

I penetrated her channel until my throbbing shaft was halfway in. Then, taking her firmly by the hips, I moved deeper into her.

I loved working her tight pussy, feeling it squeeze me back, not wanting to let me go. It was nice to feel so welcome and wanted.

Maggie came first, trembling against me as the waves of pleasure rippled through her gorgeous, curvy body. Her inner muscles worked me hard, spasming all around my shaft.

Easing out, I grabbed my cock near the head to keep from coming too soon. I pulled out.

“Turn around,” I instructed her.

Maggie turned to face me. She got on her knees to accept my load.

I pushed my cock into her mouth, keeping one hand on the back of her head as she sucked the cum out of me, flooding her mouth and her throat.

I pulled my dick out and gently wiped the drop of cum that was trickling down her chin with my thumb, which I then slid into her mouth.

Maggie sucked greedily.

Then I helped her to her feet and kissed her passionately.

“Real sex might be making me fall for my fake fiancée,” I said as I held her.

Maggie laughed, seeming to think that I was kidding. I laughed too, not wanting to let on that I was not only serious but that I had actually already fallen for her.

I buried it, like I had so much else, vowing not to bring it up again until I was sure she felt the same.

I dried her off, paying special attention to her tits and pussy, and she did the same for me, making sure that my cock was thoroughly dry and ready for the day. She also gave it an impulsive little kiss on the head.

She asked about the scars on my back, but I brushed her question off by saying they had happened at a different time in my life and were nothing to worry about. She wasn’t happy with that answer, but she accepted it.

I wasn’t sure if she was falling for me the same way I was for her, but she sure did like my cock, which was certainly a start.

Leaving her wrapped in a towel, drying her copious amounts of hair, I went to get ready for my audition, checking back in on her on my way out.

“I have to go, hot stuff. Take your time and eat what you want from the kitchen. Just lock up on your way out.”

“I don’t have a key.”

“You do now,” I said and smiled. “Check your phone for the code and app to open the door.”

The look on her face was so priceless I knew that downloading the app earlier while we were both getting ready had been a risk worth taking.

She wanted to stay at my place more, and I wanted the same.

This relationship was already headed in a great direction, and I could only hope for my good luck in it to continue.

Chapter Twelve – Maggie

The eggs popped and sizzled in the fancy cast iron skillet. There was a matching one next to it, with some really good-looking bacon that I just couldn’t resist.

I was glad that Gavin had said I could eat anything I wanted. Our sexathon last night, followed up by this morning’s quickie, had both left me famished.

It seemed pretty cool that we were already at the “stay as long as you want at my place” stage of our relationship. And even the “here’s the code to my place” stage.

It wasn’t really a “relationship” since we hadn’t talked about it, but to me, it felt as if it was, even though that didn’t make a whole lot of sense.

We really hadn’t known each other that long. We had been aware of each other’s existence for a week, and there hadn’t been any real contact between when we met at the professional building and when Gavin came to pick me up for