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

the head of my aching cock and sucked for all she was worth, dragging me to the tipping edge of a massive orgasm before abruptly stopping. She did this a few more times, licking from my balls to my pelvis and then back again before bringing me to the edge. Just when I thought I might go mad with frustration, she settled her lips about halfway down my full length and gave me a slow, sensual blowjob, taking my cum into her mouth.

I’d never been so exhausted after a blowjob, which I’d always considered to be a passive experience. Not the way Darcy did it, though.

She wasn’t done with me yet, though. In a position that closely mimicked when she rode my cock, she straddled my head, her delicious little pussy mere inches from my mouth. I wasn’t going to refuse that, no matter how exhausted I was. I dug into her sweet tenderness, holding her by the hips as she braced a hand against the wall. Her moans filled my head as they echoed through the small apartment. My tongue and lips were relentless in their pursuit of her pleasure.

She came hard, collapsing against the wall and panting heavily. My tongue glided lightly across her pussy, cleaning her up as she recovered. Darcy slid back down beside me, and I held her as we kissed, basking in the afterglow.

It wasn’t long before she rallied. She was a real dynamo in all ways. She didn’t have far to go. It was mostly a matter of Darcy getting her leg over my hips, like riding a bike, or indeed a horse. Stroking my still hard cock as she held it in position, she lowered herself, her hips sinking lower as I eased into her wet and ready pussy.

My cock glided in with no trouble at all, Darcy nearly getting down my full length. Leaning herself forward, she put her hands on my chest for leverage and started to move. Rather than the fast, short pumps she’d started with before, she started out with a new maneuver, rotating her hips, moving her pussy all around my cock, letting me feel it from every angle. I moaned deep and true, putting my hands on her sides as she pleasured me from the waist down. I raised my head to suck her nipples as she writhed back and forth.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, her hands buried in my hair.

I released her nipple. “For what?”

“For everything I said,” she replied, wiping away a tear. “I shouldn’t have said that at least not that way. Of course, I can trust you. I mean, I do. I do trust you. I was just a bit in shock at how easily you could lie.”

“I didn’t really lie,” I said. “Okay, I implied that we were already engaged, and your dad and I were planning an announcement, but everything else was true.”

“It was?” Her eyes widened.

“Absolutely. Every single word. You’re the one for me, Darcy.”

“And you me.” She leaned down and kissed me with so much sincerity, my heart increased in size.

Getting back into position, she started to pump in earnest, bouncing on my cock until I exploded deep inside her.

She fell against me, kissing me all over. I took her into my embrace and redirected her kisses to my mouth, our tongues coming together in sweet unison. I would never tire of kissing her.

Easing herself off me, she slithered down my body and took my dick back into her mouth, sucking me clean. Before I could guess what she was planning, Darcy got onto her back and spread her legs, pulling them up with her hands so her knees were near her tits.

Able to take a hint, I dove right in, getting her ready first with lots of licking. I slid my finger deep inside the soft folds as I worked her clit with my tongue. She moaned beautifully, letting me know how much she liked it.

When she was ready, I stroked the head of my cock against her tender pussy lips, making her hum with pleasure as she became reaccustomed to the contact. Gently, I eased my cock deep inside, almost going balls deep. A quick, sharp gasp was my signal to stop.

Easing back a little, feeling her relax under me, I started to move, pumping my cock deep inside her, relishing every sound of pleasure she made. My sweet lover moving with me as I tenderly fucked her. It was true. Make-up sex really was amazing.

She shuddered softly as we came together, her pussy tightening as I filled her up with my load. Basking in the warmth of her flushed skin, I kissed her all over from her forehead to her chest. Darcy put up no resistance and accepting my affections with the willingness of grace. It was as wonderful as the very first time we had been intimate with one another. I could hardly believe it had only been a week ago. It was amazing the clarity only seven days could bring.

Darcy snuggled up against me as I held her, pressing her cheek up against my chest. Not the best time for a moment of clarity to occur, but there it was anyway. What had hurt most about what she’d originally said wasn’t that she wasn’t sure she could trust me. A perfectly understandable sentiment, particularly when she had just seen me successfully lie. No, what really stung was what underlay that statement. Her apparent skepticism in what I had said, as opposed to the applied sincerity with which I had said it. That she didn’t really believe I could be so serious so soon. I admit it was odd. The fact was, I had been serious, even if I couldn’t figure out yet when our engagement would happen, but the sooner, the better as far as I was concerned.

On the other hand, I didn’t