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

“Hardly, but I understand.” I wasn’t going to take no for an answer overall, though. I needed to spend some time alone with her one way or another. “How about dinner tomorrow night?”

Her smile was electric.

“Absolutely.”

I walked her to the door, her beautiful scent wrapping around me as she turned to bid me a final farewell. The kiss was sudden as it was tender. Not a passionate bout of tongue wrestling but something softer and intimate. We didn’t even open our mouths, but the intention was still clear.

Nothing had changed in her feelings for me in the months we were apart. This was a notion that was only enforced by the way she stroked my face as we kissed.

It was just the right amount of time, too. Not so short as to leave either of us unsatisfied but also not long enough to lead to something else, when she hadn’t invited me to her place and we couldn’t exactly do anything here at Maggie and Gavin’s place.

“See you tomorrow,” she said, planting one last quick smooch right on my mouth.

I watched her ass with increased interest as she strolled down the hall, seeming to have more of a sashay than usual, almost like a mating dance. At least, in my mind, that’s how it appeared.

Chapter Ten - Sean

After helping Maggie and Gavin clear up, I headed to bed, excitement colliding with lust in my head. I was really happy to be seeing Darcy tomorrow, even if there were many empty hours between the two points in time.

I chose to try and ignore that and focus on the positives. I was back in America, I’d reconnected with Darcy, and she was still interested. A myriad of blessings laid upon my back. I’d do well to appreciate them lest my fortunes turned. The fates could be very fickle.

In the privacy of the guest room, I stripped off my party clothes, which looked an awful lot like my regular clothes, sighing with relief as my rigid cock sprang free of my boxer shorts.

It had been in that state for quite a while— ever since we sat down to dinner— joining other indicators of the condition, like my pounding heart and quickness of breath.

Darcy had dressed modestly in soft pants and a red silk blouse. These were fabrics that hugged her beautiful curves, highlighting even more than the silky maid of honor dress had, and giving me a good idea of what lay beneath while still leaving me wanting more.

Unable to take it anymore, I lay down on the bed and took hold of my hard, throbbing cock, starting off with light squeezes on the shaft before moving on to gently stroke it.

Pleasure filled me as the world fell away. Soon enough, I was standing beside Darcy in a dream-like version of my apartment.

She was barefoot, wearing the same outfit she had to the party. We kissed tenderly, her tongue playing in my mouth as I undid the buttons on her blouse one by one.

The blouse fell away, revealing her gorgeous tits, constrained in a black silk bra. Doing away with that in record time, my hands were drawn to her breasts, gently kneading her warm, tender flesh, my mouth moving down her neck.

“Oh!” she gasped as I took a hard, pink nipple in my mouth.

As I gently sucked her tits, alternating between them, making sure they both got lots of attention, her fingers stroked through my hair. I then undid her pants. Button first, opening things up, then I lowered the zipper. I eased her jeans down far enough so that gravity did the rest, bringing them crashing down around her ankles.

My fingers caressed her, feeling her soft warmth through the thin material of her black silk panties. Darcy hummed softly, laying her head on my shoulder as I gently stroked her sweet pussy.

No sooner did I get her onto the bed than she was on her back. I got her jeans the rest of the way off. Her panties were next to go, flung across the room in a fit of mad passion. Darcy opened her legs to me. Her slick, pink pussy was more than ready.

She arched and gasped as I kissed my way up her inner thigh. Her gasps turned to moans as I buried my face in her sweet tenderness, lapping and sucking her silken lips as though my life depended on it.

Darcy shook with pure pleasure as a massive orgasm ripped through the very heart of her. I kissed and licked her clean and then cupped my hand around her pussy, stroking her as she recovered.

She got up into a sitting position. With a wicked gleam in her eye, she wrapped a hand around my cock, stroking me as I continued to massage her, both of us returning to a state of heightened excitement.

Not relinquishing her hold on me, Darcy dipped her head somewhat, taking most of my cock in her mouth. With a deep breath of courage through her nose, her mouth otherwise occupied, she started to suck.

She caressed her soft, wet lips luxuriously along the length of my shaft, pausing, only briefly, at the tip to stroke her tongue around the head before starting the long, easy journey back down toward my balls.

She did this for a long time, driving me to the edge of madness. Finally, when I was just about to lose it, she sucked faster, stroking my shaft and massaging my balls as she did so.

I shot my load into her mouth, and she swallowed it all down with the sweetest smile. When she’d taken everything, I pulled her to me and kissed her deeply, never feeling more in love.

Darcy lay back down, placing her feet at