My Fake Husband, Black, L. [romance novel chinese novels .TXT] 📗

that I could do nothing but sit there, trying to catch my breath. Experimentally, I rocked my hips forward and a blaze of light flashed through me. It felt incredible, so I did it again.

“Oh God,” he groaned, his mouth on my neck, sucking, biting, gathering me in his arms and bucking into me. I felt so close to him, so intimately connected, our bodies wrapped around each other. My hands were on his bare back, feeling the bunch and flex of his muscles as he tried to maintain control. I started to roll my hips in a figure eight, which felt really good to me and apparently made him have visions of the divine because he was moaning like I was killing him but in a good way.

“Trix, yes, Jesus, Trix—” he broke off. Suddenly, he kissed my lips hard and deep and then lay back on the bed, “This is your chance, the chance I promised you. To ride me till we pass out. Try anything you want. Use me, baby. Take what you need.”

I bit my lip. That was easily the sexiest of all the sexy things he’d ever done. He lay back and surrendered, offered me his body for my pleasure. I leaned forward and brushed my lips to his. He wrapped his arms around me, trapped me to his chest and jerked his hips, thrusting deeper. A sound escaped me. I kissed him back and then sat up, seeing the miles of smooth bare flesh, the muscles and cut lines, the face of the man I loved that moved me with a tenderness I was afraid I’d speak aloud. I touched his lips with my fingertips and gave him a soft smile, telling him without saying the words. Then I started to move, rocking back and forth, trying a slide up and down, taking his cock out of me and gripping it in my hand, stroking him and then rubbing the sensitive head all along my outer lips. It was driving him crazy which I enjoyed a lot. Then I teased the tip of him inside me and touched my clit with my fingers. It was good but not good enough.

Boldly, I reached for his hand, guided it between my legs. When his fingers started to rub me, I gasped, and the world slipped sideways a little. I was bouncing up and down on his cock, riding him, taking him in all the way with every thrust, rolling my hips, arching my back, and all that time, his fingers plucked at my clit that felt swollen and tender, so that every brush of his fingers had the sharp intensity of a pleasure that was almost painful. I whimpered and said his name and he put his thumb on my clit and rubbed relentlessly until a snap of ecstasy lashed through me like a live wire, leaving me crying out, twitching and shaking in its grip. I felt my inner muscles clench around him, and he groaned in response, going deeper, his hips working that cock into me even harder. I collapsed on his chest, wrung out from my climax. He flipped me over and pounded into me for a minute. All I could do was cling to him and try to catch my breath as he tunneled into my body, that powerful cock just pumping into me, shaking the bed.

I thought he’d come instantly, the fevered eyes, the flush on his face, but he slowed down, covered my mouth with his, switched to softer, slower thrusts. He was romancing me, caressing my body with the backs of his fingers, making my breasts tingle, making my clit spark to life again already.

“Let me turn you around,” he said, then slid his tongue in my mouth so sensuously that I felt like I could rise off the bed from that ecstasy alone. I nodded. I expected him to flip me over and pound into me, but he pulled me onto my side, curled up behind me so our bodies spooned together close. It felt like heaven, being wrapped up in him, cradled against that big chest. His long fingers reached around, slipping down my stomach and between my legs, teasing me and making me gasp and whimper with the sensations that rippled up my belly and made my toes curl under with pleasure.

He fingered me, fondled me, traced my folds with gentle, wicked strokes of his calloused fingers. Then he pulled my right leg back just enough that his cock fit between my thighs. I caught my breath when he cupped my sex with one hand, tilted my hips back toward him and penetrated me. The angle was so different, so good. I drew my knees up to my chest to take more of him in my body, but there was his hand, rubbing my clit as that big, hard cock plundered me, taking everything I had to give, relentless and rock hard, burrowing into my pussy and rubbing against places inside me that made me want to lose my mind and die screaming with ecstasy. He drew me back against him, stroked my stomach to get me to lower my knees a little. Then he fingered my clit while he rocked into me, the most romantic, tender rhythm that felt both intimate and completely filthy. I’d wanted him for so long, but never imagined it would be so red hot, so dirty and good and right. I rocked my hips back into him.

“You like that, baby?” he asked, his mouth on my ear, and then he started kissing the back of my neck.

“Oh, God, yes,” I groaned. He curled his fingers between my legs, caressing my clit, teasing and pulling back, teasing and pulling back until I was so wound up I could’ve slapped him. Then the faintest brush of his fingertip on the underside of my tender clit sent me screaming in a spiral of pleasure as he kept working his cock in and out