Fake Fiancée for Dad’s Best Friend by Gena Snow
Chapter 12
Vivian
I swallow Alex’s manly essence and let his manhood slide out of my mouth. And then I kiss it before wiping it with Kleenex.
I lie back down and inhale deeply, my heart pounding excitedly. I don’t know what got into me. Perhaps it was the jealousy caused by Trisha, or it was the knowledge that we wouldn’t be sleeping in the same bed or same room after tonight. I wanted him to remember our time together, not just a business transaction, but more.
I’ve only given a blowjob once before, when I was still in high school, with Dan, my only boyfriend. We only went as far as making out on couches or in his car, and it didn’t last long between us because I soon found out Dan was seeing another girl.
I cuddle against Alex, enjoying his hot breath on my neck and the sound of his forceful heartbeat. I glance at the room dimly illuminated by moonlight, wanting to remember this night so I can relish it in the future when I miss him. There’s little doubt I will miss him. Oh God. I’ve fallen for him already—silly me.
He strokes my hair and my back and pulls me closer to him. “What other add-ons do you offer?” he asks in a raspy voice.
I chuckle. God. I hate it we’re doing business instead of dating for real. “No more add-ons, mister,” I say playfully. “It’s time you pay back.”
He blinks for a second and smirks. “Tell me how you would like it done.”
I suck in a breath and smile like a child about to order a Christmas gift from Santa. “Touch me!”
He doesn’t have to be asked twice. Soon his hands are inside my pajama, feeling every inch of my back, my bottom, my thighs, and my arms. He brushes my breasts with the back of his fingers gently, making me coo, and then he rolls my hard points roughly to make me cry. Slowly, his hand travels down to my belly and reaches my juncture.
He lets out a sharp exhale when he discovers how wet I am. “Christ, Vivian. You flatter me so!”
I’m embarrassed by the squishy noises he makes. Now he knows what a slutty girl I’ve been for him. I’ve craved his touch ever since the moment I sat next to him in the jet! But from the way his eyes darken, I know he likes my responses. I focus on the movements of his fingers on me. I’ve been touched before by Dan, but it was more tickling than arousing. Alex’s fingers were magical. They play me as if I were an instrument. They strike my nerves and send a thrilling sensation down my core. “Oh God,” I beg between rapid breathing. “I need you inside me, Alex!”
He thrusts a finger into my channel right away, swirling it along my walls.
I let out whimpers after whimpers, intoxicated by the sensation. No one except myself has made it inside before. His finger slides in and out of me, and I writhe while gripping his arm. When he stops, I’m mad. “Keep going, please! Don’t stop!”
“But sweetheart. You’re a virgin!”
My heart sinks. “Yes, I am. Why does it matter?”
“I don’t want to pop your cherry. That’ll be too much.”
“Why not? I want you to pop it. Do it, please!”
He wouldn’t do what I say. Instead, he rolls on top of me, straddles me, and goes down on me.
I gasp as he kisses the insides of my thighs, and I shudder as soon as his velvety tongue strokes my sensitive lips. I grasp his hair, afraid I’ll be blown away by the electrifying sensation. From time to time, his scruff prickles my skin, and I’m thankful he didn’t shave it off earlier.
When the tip of his tongue flicks against my clit, I moan loudly to anticipate the crushing waves roaring through my center. And when I tense, he pinches my nipple to assist me, bringing me to a climax.
I come so hard that I hear the splash when my juice hits his face.
I giggle despite myself, and he laughs with me.
When he lies down next to me, I kiss his lips and lick his face, tasting myself on him.
“God, Vivian,” Alex murmurs as he holds me tight against him. “You’re the best fake date I’ve ever had.”
I know he’s kidding, so I go along. “Good. Give me a five-star review on Yelp, please.”
“I’m afraid I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“I wouldn’t want anyone else to have you.”
“Seriously?”
“Kidding.”
Soon, his breathing turns even, and his grasp on me loosens. I think about rolling back to my side of the bed, but I don’t want to wake him. So I lie in his arms and drift into dreamland. Needless to say, I see babies, all five of them.
