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

I’d ever want to be touched again. Sean’s hand, even so close to my pussy, the warmth going right through the cloth of my pants, was a comfort more than anything else.

Ditching my mostly ruined clothes on the way to the bathroom, we were naked and kissing before the shower spray had become tolerable. It was my intention to pamper him after what he’d been through for me, no matter how intent he was on doing the same.

Soaping him down, the suds running down his skin like a waterfall, I washed his hair. Not something I’d ever really done for someone else before. It felt even more intimate than sex. I wanted to give the man in front of me everything. I would give him the world if I could.

Letting the suds do their work, I rinsed him off, taking a firm hold of his hardening cock as the soap washed away. Just being near me was enough to get him hard, which seemed only fair, seeing as he never failed to get me wet.

Reaching around with both hands, I tended to his beautiful cock, stroking with slow, gentle movements, as I kissed the back of his neck, standing on my tiptoes to be able to reach. He came ridiculously hard, his thick cum splattering against the shower wall.

“Two days without you were two days too many.”

“You didn’t touch yourself?” I asked.

“Nope. I was saving myself for you and only you.”

I turned him to face me, his cock nudging off my hip. Dropping to my knees as fast as it was safe to do in the shower, I took his cock in my mouth and sucked it in as far as I could go and then some, deep throating his beautiful manhood until he flooded my throat with a second load.

It wasn’t easy, but I swallowed every last drop. It was the least I could do for what he’d done for me. I was mad at first that he’d let himself get arrested, but he’d been right. Running would have just made it worse. He did what he was supposed to and, with a little help from our friends and his brother, he was back with me the same day. All the hours of waiting and wondering, worrying me sick at the time, melted away as I pleasured his beautiful cock.

He couldn’t resist forever, and, eventually, I relented and let him do the same with me. Savoring his gentle hands as he washed me all over, ending with him shampooing my hair which he was impressively good at, which shouldn’t have surprised me since he had massaged my feet like a reflexologist.

I rinsed myself off, not wanting him to have to do everything, just the fun stuff, and led the way out, insisting on drying us both off, him first of course. I gave him another blowjob after drying off his cock. I just couldn’t help myself. It looked so perfect and delicious. Like it was supposed to go in my mouth, as well as other places. He didn’t protest, stroking my hair and moaning delightedly as I worked his massive cock. Taking it a far as I could without gagging. It was rather clear I would need more practice, which neither of us would complain about. I swirled my tongue around the head at every given opportunity. Blessed with another sweet load, I took him gently by his cock and brought him out into the main room.

I hadn’t known what I would do until I started to do it, but it began to come together quite well in my mind. Taking Sean over to our bed, I kissed him passionately before slipping away into the kitchen. He watched me with loving attention, which I didn’t mind at all.

If anything, it felt good to feel his presence as I put the next part in motion, even if I had just thought of it at the time.

Getting the fancy platter down from an upper cupboard, I covered it with smaller samples of all the nice food I could find in my fridge. I figured he’d be hungry after hours in the clink but also wanted to make it sexy.

“What can I do to help,” he asked, getting off the bed.

“Oh, no, you lie right back down,” I ordered.

He did as I ordered, getting right back down again as I set the platter onto the single nightstand I’d managed to fit behind the room divider. Snuggled up next to him, cuddly and warm, I fed him from the platter—various types of cheeses, strawberries, and grapes—kissing him after every morsel. Sean sucked my fingers clean. I’d never thought of eating as particularly sexy, but it certainly was.

“Good?” I asked when he seemed to have eaten his fill.

“Great,” he said, “though I’m still a bit hungry.”

“I can go see what else I can—oh!”

His fingers glided over my sensitive pussy lips, letting me know exactly what sort of sustenance he was looking for. Not about to take without giving, I took the lead by straddling his face in an approximation of the 69 position. He pulled me down toward his hungry tongue and devoured my cunt. I gulped enthusiastically on his massive cock, the difference in our height never clearer. I always felt so small next to him, though also safe. I would never tell him, at least straight out, not least because it was so very strange, but I’d started to think of Sean as my gentle giant.

The oral sex was amazing, with both of us coming in sweet unison, but there was another desire fluttering in my belly. An endless, ravenous need that would give me no peace until it was satisfied. I didn’t say anything, but the two days apart had been hard on me too. I’d gotten used to our daily sex sessions—had become almost dependent on them. If