Page 8 of Fake Dating Mr. Prince

“Oh, God,” she shouted.

A strangled cry escaped from above me, her body began to shudder, and her insides squeezed my fingers tight. I gently pumped my fingers a few more times until I heard her breathy sigh and her tremors lessened.

I withdrew my fingers from her body and kissed the inside of her thigh. Already imagining my cock slipping between her folds, I shifted off the bed to grab my pants and retrieve my wallet.

She propped herself up on one elbow, watching me with a satisfied look. I rolled a condom over my straining cock, and then crawled back into bed with her. I moved up her body and lavished kisses across her stomach and on each of her breasts. They were just as beautiful as I’d imagined them to be—the perfect size for my hands to hold. My tongue swirled around the hardened tip of one while my hand plucked at the other.

She moaned and moved her hips against the leg I had shifted in between hers. “I want you. Inside me. Now.” She yanked at my hair to tug me further up her body.

The desire in her eyes made me shudder as my lips descended on hers. Our lips parted and our tongues dueled, imitating what I was more than ready for my body to do. I lined my cock up with her entrance, slowly nudging my way inside. I wanted to go slow and give her time to adjust to me.

She swirled her hips and growled at me in frustration. Still, I teased her and only moved in another inch. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she wrapped her legs around my back, forcing me in completely. I gasped at how good the tightness felt.

Not letting me linger long to enjoy the feel of her body, her hips tilted up, and I slipped inside even further, my breath whooshing out of me.

“You’re so fucking wet,” I groaned.

She circled her hips. “You feel so good.”

Her moans were sexy as fuck, and her whispered yeses encouraged me to take my time and draw out her pleasure even though I was finding it harder to slow down. This first time with her was moving along faster than I’d have liked.

“I’m almost there,” she whispered and urged me to go faster.

Heat surged through me and my body tightened, coming closer and closer to my release. I willed myself to hold back until her body began to spasm around me and her heels dug into my back. The force of my orgasm slammed into me. It was pure ecstasy. I couldn’t recall the last time a one-night stand felt this fucking good.

My last thought was whether or not one night would be enough with her.

***

IROLLED OVER AND GROANEDwhile trying to hide from the light of day. Last night was amazing. After that first time, we had three earth-shattering rounds of orgasms. My cock twitched under the sheet.

My arm extended across the bed, disappointed not to find her curled around me. Instead of touching her, my hand hit rumpled sheets and a lingering warmth on the other side of the bed.

Where is she?

I heard a light click of a door and opened my eyes. She must’ve gone into the bathroom. But when I looked in that direction, the door was open, and the light was off.

A feeling of unease tightened my chest. She wouldn’t have just left, right?

I moved to the balcony just off the bedroom. Maybe she didn’t want to wake me and was sitting out there. I grabbed my pants off the floor from last night, and threw open the door.

“Hey—” I stopped short. No one was there.

My eyes bounced around the room, not catching a glimpse of her clothes that we’d tossed the night before. It was as if she’d never been here at all. My heart flipped in a way it never had, and I rubbed at my chest.

This was what I wanted. One night, no regrets, no commitments. It was easier. Lucky me to have found someone who felt the same way. But for the first time in my life, I didn’t feel that way.

As I stepped forward, my foot caught on a piece of clothing on the floor. I reached down to toss the offending garment out of my way and realized shehadleft one thing behind.

Her underwear.

I picked it up and noticed baby blue, cursive words stitched into the side, “One in a million.” And I couldn’t help but think that was true in more ways than one.