One Hot Fake: An Accidental Fake Marriage Romance by Sarah Brooks (nice books to read .TXT) 📕

I chuckle. “That depends on whether the madam needs them or not. Only time will tell.”

I massage the oil into her left leg, starting at the foot and working my way up to her knee. She makes the same sounds of pleasure that she makes when we’re making love, and it signals all sorts of things to my brain.

Like my cock should be sheathed in her pussy, or I should be sucking something, not massaging.

I ignore my sex-obsessed brain and switch to the other leg. “Is the massage to the madam’s satisfaction?” I ask Marian in my fake foreign accent.

“Mmm, the masseuse could concentrate on my thighs, which are in terrible pain,” Marian says.

“Yes, of course,” I tell her. “Is it okay with madam if I push up her towel? Just for the massage, of course.”

Marian is silent for a moment as if she’s seriously considering the request. My cock is going mad, jerking around in my boxer briefs. It feels confined, locked up in jail.

“That will be fine but no further than necessary.” Marian’s voice is thick with what I’m sure is arousal.

“Yes, ma’am.”

I carefully push her towel further up to the point where I can see her ass cheeks.

“Madam has a beautiful body,” I tell her as I pour more oil into my hands and rub it over her thighs.

I make circles that go all the way to her inner thighs. She throws them further apart to give me access. Her scent of arousal wafts up my nose, and I let out a loud groan.

“Is there something the matter?” Marian asks.

“Hell no … um, everything’s under control,” I say, resuming my foreign accent.

Marian giggles.

My hands massage her inner thighs and go up until I can feel her curly pubes. She moans softly as I massage the outside of her pussy with feather-light strokes that have her squirming for more.

I’m so turned on by the softness of her skin, the scent of her arousal, and by the writhing movements that Marian is making on the bed. I pry the towel from her body, exposing her perfect curvy ass. I caress and then massage her ass cheeks and then move my hands up to her back and shoulders.

“One moment,” I say, five minutes later. I slip out of my boxer briefs and get back on the bed to kneel between her legs. I grip my cock and use it to tease her clit.

Marian raises her hips back and opens up her pussy for me.

“Fuck,” I say at the juices gleaming from the slit of her pussy. I rub the head of my cock up and down, coating it with her pussy juices.

“Please, Declan,” Marian says as she claws the beddings. “I need you. I want you.”

“I need you too, babe,” I tell her as I press the tip of my cock into her entrance. Her pussy walls give way, and I push my cock deeper and deeper.

It’s exquisite to have all of my cock buried in Marian’s sweet, hot pussy. I pull out completely and watch my cock go back in slowly. I grip her hips and nudge her further back so that her curvy ass is raised in the air. Heaven.

My grunts fill the room as I plunge my cock in and out in a steady rhythm. Marian’s sweet moans are music to my ears.

“Faster. Harder.” Her words spurred me on. She gyrates her hips, driving me insane with the sight of her ass jiggling. My cock is coated with juices, and it slides seamlessly, in and out.

“Yes,” Marian says. She pushes herself up on all fours taking more of my cock in.

I adjust my position and grip her hips. I thrust into her hard, once, twice, and on the third count, we come simultaneously, crying out each other’s names.

“You’ve turned me into someone I don’t recognize,” Marian says later as we lie side by side, facing each other.

I run a thumb over her lower lip. “I recognize you.”

Marian rolls her eyes. “I wish we were staying here all evening. Like this.”

“You know that wouldn’t happen,” I tell her. “It wouldn’t take too long before you’re riding me like a cowgirl.”

She giggles. “You paint a very vivid picture.”

I grow solemn. “Are you sure you’re okay going alone?”

“I’ll be fine,” Marian says. “If I go with you, I’ll just be hiding behind you. It’s time to face up to the fact that my dad has a new family and to accept them.”

“I found a bar that’s not too far from his address. All you’ll need to do is call, and I’ll be there in a flash,” I tell her.

A sweet smile comes over her features. “You realize that I’m not entering a lion’s den, don’t you?”

“You can tease all you want, but I take my vows very seriously.”

“Which you cannot remember,” she says.

I grin foolishly. “Most vows use the same wording.”

We fool around in bed until it’s time to get ready for the evening. We take a shower together, which leads to another quick session and a rinse.

“This is ridiculous.” Marian laughs as she slips on a pretty pale blue dress.

“What is?” I say and move to pull up her back zip.

“The way we can’t keep our hands off each other no matter how many times we make … have sex,” Marian says.

“I much prefer to make love,” I tell her with mock seriousness. I kiss the delicate skin of her neck before pulling up the zip completely.

“Okay. Make love,” she says in a soft voice.

I place my hands on her shoulders and whirl her around. She looks at me with her big expressive emerald green eyes, and my heart splinters into a million pieces. All my protective instincts scream at me to accompany her to her dad’s place.

I manage to hold my tongue. This is one of those times when Marian doesn’t need my protection. She needs to deal with her past with her dad. Without interference.

I kiss her one more time before we leave. She’s very quiet