“You mean like I do?” I ask with wide innocent eyes as
I reach for Branson.
“You mean like you always will?” Branson laughs and pushes the robe off my shoulders.
Before he can take the lead, I sink down onto my knees. The words Branson has repeated so often fresh in my mind. I want to fuck that mouth.
With a sly smile, I drag his pants down to his ankles and take his cock in my hand. Branson groans as his fingers thread into my hair. “Riley?”
I hear Branson gasp as I close my mouth over his thick cock. He tastes salty, the texture of his cock is smooth like steel coated with satin. I move him in and out of my mouth, sucking and teasing him with my tongue every time he enters my mouth. I grab him harder, using his dick as leverage to move him toward me.
His balls start to draw up, and I know he’s close.
“Riley, stop.” Branson moans above me, but I don’t want to. I want him to lose control like he makes me lose control all the time.
I pull away for a second and grin up at him. “I told you I’m an expert in balls.”
I lick the tip of his dick and smile up at him before taking him deep into my throat and squeezing his balls. I feel his hot release into my mouth and swallow it down as he keeps pumping into me. Branson curses over my head as I continue my assault. His legs quiver as I suck him dry.
I pull away and smile smugly.
He finally drags me up by my arms, kissing me so passionately he takes my breath away. “Riley, that was fucking amazing.”
I smile at him as I drag his shirt over his head. Branson holds me at arm’s length his gaze running over my body.
“God, you look beautiful. I can’t wait to see you swollen with my child inside you.”
I feel my nipples harden at his words; my body hums under his gaze. “I want to feel you inside me.”
Branson’s eyes darken, and he scoops me up before he carries me to queen size bed. He moves over my body, briefly stopping to tug on my nipples before he moves down further and stops over my womb. “Little bump, hang on this might be a wild ride.”
I laugh at Branson’s words as he steps out of his pants and sinks into me within seconds. After almost a year I’m certain I should be used to this by now, but I’m not. Every time Branson touches me and settles inside me, I feel my heart swell with love. His hand caresses my breast even as he slowly sinks into me and draws back, creating delicious friction.
I wrap my legs around his hips, urging him on but he pulls away and grins at me wickedly. “It seems someone has her first craving.”
I laugh and shake my head from side to side. “It’s your fault, you’ve created a monster.”
Branson moves down my body and flicks his tongue over my clit. I feel my body spasm almost instantly; it must be all the hormones raging inside me.
“I don’t mind this craving at all.” He laughs before he separates my folds and drives his tongue through them. He sucks and licks me until I’m sure I’m going to shatter into a million pieces. But I don’t, I climb and climb until I’m hanging over the precipice ready to let go.
Before I can let go, Branson moves over me hooking my legs over his shoulder as he teases my entrance with his length.
This time he thrusts hard and deep, and I feel myself tumbling over; stars dance before my eyes as sensations take over my body.
Our eyes meet, and I envision a future with Branson and our child, as he drives us both over the edge, I know I’m the luckiest woman in the world.
Preview of Mountain Man’s Fake Fiancée
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When Tate Williams walks into the café I work at, I’m instantly smitten by his charm and good looks. Dark hair, full beard, and smoldering green eyes are impossible to ignore in this small town. To make things awkward, I drop an entire tray of dishes in front of him and instead of watching me stumble to pick up the pieces, he comes to my side and immediately helps.
That’s all it takes for us to form a connection and now I’ll find any excuse to see him again.
After bumping into each other at a bar, Tate makes a proposition that could change everything wrong in my life. He offers me fifty thousand dollars to fly with him to his hometown and pretend to be his fiancée. It’s a clear arrangement and the easiest money I’ll ever make, but that doesn’t mean it’s a simple decision.
Pleasure mingles with business and before long neither of us are faking.