Lucky This Isn't Real: MacBride Brothers Series St. Patrick's Day Fake Fiance Romance by Jamie Knight (digital e reader .TXT) 📕

As we kept kissing, he carried me over to my bed and laid me down gently while continuing to wrap his tongue around mine. Eventually, he broke away and kissed down my neck, moving his hands from my butt to my breasts as he did, softly kneading the tender flesh, making me tremble with delight and anticipation.

Luckily, one of the moments I was waiting for the most, which was when he would take one of my nipples in his mouth, didn’t take long to happen. I let out a gasp and then a moan, not knowing they were coming until they happened.

Taking this as the encouragement it was meant to be, Gavin put his other hand between my thighs and started kissing his way down, leaving his first hand on my breast where he’d initially placed it, as if not wanting to let go of me.

And I didn’t want him to, either.

Wasting no time when he got to his destination, he buried his face between my legs, devouring my pussy in a way I’d never thought possible. His every move sent shockwaves of pleasure ricocheting through me, often several at the same time. I feared I might just pass out from sheer pleasure.

Hanging on to consciousness as I came, I shook hard, calling and crying his name while he held me gently. I knew he was older than me, and after my ex, I had sworn off older men, but

I was serious when I had told him that I liked the age gap, though. It wasn’t going to be like it had been with Kenny. Not a chance.

As though to prove my point, Gavin began stroking the head of his cock against my still pulsing and fluttering pussy. This was something Kenny had never bothered to do, no matter how much he pretended to care about my pleasure as well as his own.

It was clearly an act with him. But with Gavin— ironically, my fake fiancé— everything felt genuine.

Gavin was trying to make sure I was used to the sensation before penetrating me. Kind of like knocking before going in. As it happened, I was more than happy to accept his arrival, and he entered me with a light and gentle grace.

He went easy at first, sliding in little more than the head, no doubt trying to gauge how much I could take of his huge girth. This was something I had been wondering about myself, and I was pleasantly surprised by the answer.

Gavin managed to get almost all the way inside me, to the shock and delight of both of us, and then he started to slowly move like a gentle tide.

“Harder,” I whispered when I thought I could take more.

“Fuck yeah,” he said. “You like my big cock in your tight little pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes!” I yelled. “Yes. I love it. Keep going. Harder. Faster. Yeah!”

I prompted him the same way through each step of intensity until finally, my butt hung off the edge of the bed, my legs up over his shoulders, and Gavin pounded his ginormous cock inside me for all he was worth, which was quite a bit.

We exploded simultaneously, Gavin pulling out just in time to shoot his hot load across my belly and boobs.

“Sorry,” he said, breathless.

“I’m not,” I said, smiling and cleaning myself off with some tissues from the box by the bed. “Feeling you against my skin was worth the mess.”

I was on the Pill, but it was better to be safe than sorry. And watching his cum squirt out was a turn-on. I kind of regretted not being able to have it in my mouth again because it really did taste good.

Just then, I could hear Darcy coming into our shared apartment. The jingle of her big keychain was unmistakable.

Great.

Her timing was not so impeccable. I really wasn’t in the mood for a lot of questions, really just wanting to bask in the happiness while it lasted.

“Shit,” I whispered.

“My place?” Gavin asked when the door to Darcy’s room closed.

“Sure. Since we’re pretending to be engaged, I might as well see where you live,” I said. “Just in case anyone questions me about it. You know, like a pop quiz.”

Gavin grinned.

“It’s only fair. After all, you showed me yours.”

“And then some,” I added with a wink.

I didn’t want to bother with the dress again, so I threw on the minimum needed for going out in public, neglecting my underwear, since I had a feeling Gavin would have them off again shortly anyway. And Gavin quickly got back into his suit, stuffing the tie into the jacket pocket and leaving the shirt untucked and mostly unbuttoned.

He looked more than fuckable and incredibly sexy.

It was time for us to get out of here and continue this party at his place.

Chapter Ten – Maggie

Gavin’s apartment wasn’t what I’d been expecting at all. He lived in a spacious, open-concept, two-bedroom condo in West Hollywood.

My first thought was that the part he was playing on the TV show must really be paying him well, and then I remembered he had mentioned he’d invested money.

I walked around the place, trying not to pinch myself to see if it was all real. I could hardly believe that I was even fake engaged to such an ambitious and talented actor who was beginning to make his way up in the world.

“There’s plenty of room here if you’d like to sit down,” he said, flopping onto his overstuffed suede couch, “or, if you like, we could go straight to bed.”

I could tell it was an honest invitation. I sensed no pressure at all.

I wanted to fuck him again, but my pussy was still recovering from